And Master Huanglong also stood still, looking straight ahead with a dull gaze, and there was a golden divine dragon faintly flowing in his body.
It was as if the divine dragon was clearly visible in his blood and was about to burst out of his veins.
"A single pine in the North Sea lasts for thousands of years," the Songyue Mountain man shouted sharply, raising the giant ax in his hand.
The giant ax burst out with unprecedented power, tearing apart the void and slashing towards Zhenren Huanglong.
There was a dragon roar, and the illusory figure of the real Huanglong was seen, as if he had really transformed into a divine dragon, soaring in the void.
One of them is good at strength, the other is good at speed.
We met each other for a while.
After fighting for about five or six minutes, the Songyue Mountain man's momentum suddenly changed. He dropped his giant axe, clasped his hands together, and stood fighting in a very strange posture.
Seeing the opponent drop the giant axe, Huang Long, the real person opposite, looked suspicious, but he still hit him with a palm.
Hearing a "boom", Master Huanglong was horrified to find that his own power was completely unable to shake the opponent.
But when he wanted to pull away, it was already too late.
Countless strands of spiritual energy turned into branches and surrounded him from all directions.
"Do you know why I am called Songyueshanren?" Songyueshanren laughed.
"Yue means Yue Mountain, and pine, because I am the pine tree on Yue Mountain that absorbs the essence of heaven and earth and takes shape."
The Songyue Mountain man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the spiritual energy branches tied up like five-flowered branches binding Master Huanglong.
The opponent's speed is indeed very fast.
He directly kicked Huang Long off the ring without hurting him.
"This time the Songak Mountain people win, you can choose to fight again or go to rest."
"Let me take a rest," the Songyue Mountain man said with a smile.
Immediately, more people started to appear on the stage, and it felt like you were singing and then I was on stage, each leading the way for hundreds of years.
But everyone knows that these people are just appetizers to warm up, and the real main course is later.
For the whole morning, the competition in the arena was conducted in this way.
Even Xu Zimo lamented that these people were so depressed.
Finally, another competition ended.
As a figure stood up, the originally noisy scene gradually began to calm down.
"The path of cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Why not let the young monk push the boat."
I saw a bald monk walking towards the ring step by step and firmly.
The beads hanging around his neck are particularly large, and each beads has a different skull pattern.
He was wearing a gray robe that was a bit old but very clean.
"It's Master Luo," someone said.
Venerable Pulling is the abbot of Putuo Temple.
As one of the twelve imperial immortal sects, Putuo Temple has a long history.
As we all know, the previous emperor of the Yuanyang Continent was the Xianfan Emperor, and the Xianfan Emperor was the Kunlun Emperor.
But before the Kunlun Emperor came to bear the destiny, the world actually called him the Kunlun Monk.
The Venerable Master was his guide and brought him into Putuo Temple.
This Lord of Traction is a real old monster, and he has lived for who knows how many years.
It's just that in his words, all living beings are suffering, the sea of Buddha is boundless, and we need someone to guide us.
And he leads the venerable person to be the beacon that leads all sentient beings out of the sea of suffering.
"It seems that Master can't think about it either," Xu Zimo said with a chuckle.
"This old monk doesn't recite sutras properly in his own Putuo Temple, so he comes out to join in the fun," Lin Ruhu snorted coldly.
"Maybe I'm tired of reading the scriptures," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
A young man next to him heard Xu Zimo's words and answered with a smile: "This brother is wrong. Master Tuo is a truly enlightened monk.
He came here to save all sentient beings from suffering."
"Then are you in any trouble that needs saving?" Xu Zimo looked at the young man and asked.
"Yes, and there are many," the young man said with a smile.
"With poor qualifications, low cultivation, and a poor family background, there are many places that I regard as a sea of suffering."
Xu Zimo smiled and did not answer the question again.
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When the leader came onto the stage, many people who originally wanted to go on stage hesitated.
These people understand each other, and it doesn't matter if they stand still, but this is not a presence that they can fight against, but they are unwilling to do so.
"I'll come," at this moment, a laugh came from not far away.
I saw a man walking up.
"They are all afraid of your name, but I am not afraid," the man snorted coldly.
"I've never fought before. I won't know until I try it whether it's strong or not."
Lord Traction looked at the big man with a smile on his face.
Then he said: "The donor should meditate."
As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible force appeared around the man and pushed him off the ring.
Although the man resisted desperately, it was still to no avail.
Seeing this scene, everyone trembled inwardly.
Just push him off the stage without hurting him. This is the style of a master.
"It's time to meditate, yes, they all should meditate.
You have to do what you have the strength to do," many people were thinking silently in their hearts.
His Holiness said this not only to the man, but also to them.
The whole scene suddenly became quiet.
"Yawn," a figure stood up from the chair lazily.
He seemed to have just woken up and said with a smile: "Take the old man along and let's play."
Seeing this figure, everyone was awed again.
"Little Holy Land of Light," someone murmured to himself.
The position where this man was sitting was exactly where the Little Light Holy Land was.
But judging from his appearance, they didn't recognize him.
Several ancestors in the Holy Land, including the sect leader, have also heard of it.
But this man, wearing a golden gown and with his hair disheveled behind him, looked particularly unruly.
He has a Chinese-character face, about forty years old, with deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and stubble.
These stubble make him look more mature and steady.
Seeing the man walking up, there was a lot of discussion around him, and even Master Tuo was a little surprised.
"I wonder which senior from the Holy Land you are?" Venerable Tuotuo asked humbly.
"Identity and name are not important. I walk in the world just to achieve my ideals," the man said with a smile.
Xu Zimo, who was sitting in the spectator seats, stared at the scene for a long time.
Just now he spat out three words, "Xiao Dingtian."
He was an old acquaintance in his previous life, and he was considered a close friend in his previous life.
But in this life, he had met each other before the Tianzong was exterminated in the Central Continent.
Also learned the other party’s true identity.
A friend in his previous life, because at that time he was defeated by Chu Yang, frustrated and downcast.
So they could become friends at that time.
But in this life, they are absolute enemies just because of his different identities.
This may be the other party's ideal and principle.
Lord Tuo nodded slightly, acknowledging what the other party said.
