There are constant sounds of fighting at the edge of the sea.
Buyan, Qinggu and others are all top figures in the eighth level. Although they are not as good as the Langhuan realm, they are still close to the threshold of the Tianfang realm.
Every secret technique has a world-shaking power, and when combined with a spiritual treasure, the power reaches an unbelievable level.
"Uncle Qinggu's water-cutting sword is almost as good as the ninth-grade spiritual treasure!"
Shangmiao Zhenren of Qingquan Temple looked at his uncle from a distance The sea area where he was was filled with amazement.
"That's natural. No matter how powerful the spiritual treasures refined by the predecessors are, they can't compare to the weapons that I personally refined. Uncle Qinggu traveled to the Moro Realm in order to refine the water-cutting sword. He collected a large number of precious materials in the territory, and ventured to the void outside the territory. After many difficulties, he finally collected all the rare treasures."
"I heard that the sword's light swept across millions of miles of void on the day it was forged. , unrivaled among his peers."
Another Shang Miao said.
The two people’s undisguised discussion immediately aroused laughter.
"Sweeping across a million miles of void? The cowhide is blown to the sky," a voice came from a temple, "Not to mention that he is only an eighth-level, the top secret disciple has only practiced to the Xiaocheng realm, and in his hands That eighth-grade spiritual treasure is just mediocre, how can it be invincible among its peers?"
"There are hundreds of thousands of disciples in Zhenyan Temple. How many of them can get the guidance of senior Xianyun? I don't have the talent and understanding of my senior brothers. Without a legitimate family background, the only one you can rely on is yourself, so you must seize this opportunity."
A roar.
How can I show you the right path when I have been under house arrest all year round?
"Pindao doesn't know much about Zen methods, and he can't give a clue. I think the one from Jixuanshan has a better chance of winning."
"This fight, It’s destined to last for a long time!”
Yan Lu knew it was fake, but he still couldn’t help but fall in.
The two superiors were about to retort, but when they heard these three words, they quickly closed their mouths and did not dare to say a word.
When the time comes, it seems good to capture a talented phoenix and take it back as a gift.
Amidst the sound of collision, the void cracked open...
Peng! Peng! Peng!
There were roars, and the two eighth-level experts were locked in a fierce fight. Neither side had an absolute advantage, and they were fighting for the sect’s resources. All the secret techniques and spiritual treasures were used, and there was no The slightest bit of willingness to hold on.
There are only nine powerful men in the sixteen ancient temples who are over 30,000 years old. Each of them is a top powerhouse. Some are good at fighting, some are good at saving lives, and their methods are different.
This shows how bad the situation of Shingon Temple is.
"It goes without saying that junior brother is good at suppressing encirclement, and with the spiritual treasure in hand, the number of corpses killed is only a hundred more than that of Ji Ming. In terms of strength, Ji Ming is still slightly better."
Gu Xiuyun looked thoughtful.
Everyone does not know that at this moment Yan Lu’s entire sea of consciousness is shrouded in fog, with illusions layer upon layer, only the powerfulOnly with will can one break through the illusion barrier.
Grandmaster Zangchen looked around.
The illusions set up by Gu Xiuyun are not disguised at all, they are pure spiritual training, but his realm is too high, and every illusion can arouse the deepest emotions in the mind.
"Red Feather Emperor!"
"In half an hour, the nephew of Qinggu from Qingquan Temple beheaded 2,700 eighth-grade Yin corpses and ranked first. None of you. Give me your opinion!"
At the top of the Eighth Grade, any carelessness will cause serious consequences.
“Fellow Taoist Xianyun, I’m afraid there’s something wrong with this matter. Fu Yan and Ji Ming are both top geniuses in the Zen sect. If the two of them fight against each other, if danger arises, not even we can deal with it in time. Patriarch Zangchen frowned.
Each illusion points directly to the depths of the soul, greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, fear, pain, temptation, torture...
According to the rules of the Dharma Incense Association, eight In high-level battles, low-level Inferi are generally not counted. Only when both sides kill an equal number of kills will low-level Inferi be considered.
Is Jixuanshan more likely to win? Then who are you kidding by proposing a fight... Patriarch Zangchen cursed secretly, knowing in his heart that there was nothing he could say.
Chopped with knives and axes, seas of fire and icebergs, before he knew it, he had gone through more than 700 illusions, and experienced torture, temptation, and pain that even he could not count.
Deep in the illusion, Yan Lu gritted his teeth.
Besides, fighting to determine the outcome was originally the rule of the Dharma Incense Association, but everyone deliberately ignored it.
Only the puzzled host showed an anxious look. Whether he was second or third had a great impact on Shingon Temple. Maybe it was this little ranking that changed the result in the end.
"Unarmed? You can also say this," the monk Bu Zheng said angrily, "The treasures in Jixuan Mountain are mainly soul-type. He has no weapons in his hands, but it does not mean that the sea of consciousness is empty. "
For example, Qinggu from Qingquan Temple killed 2,700 eighth-grade Yin corpses by himself, ranking first without any doubt.
After the words fell, the sky above the entire sea area became quiet. After all, Patriarch Xianyun is the nominal host of the incense meeting and the person with the highest level of cultivation. He has spoken, who dares to refute?
"Who is strong and who is weak cannot be said with words. Since you can't decide the outcome, why not let the two of them fight."
Gu Xiuyun said quietly.
The Dharma Incense Festival lasted for half a month, but Yan Lu felt as if decades had passed.
Emperor Ming has always wanted to revive the Feng Clan, but she cannot do it alone. She must have help from her fellow clansmen.
"Fellow Taoist Xianyun, who do you think will win?" Patriarch Zangchen forced out a smile.
The fighting at the peak of the Sky Stone Realm will cause tens of thousands of miles around to be destroyed and shattered. The Patriarchs don’t care, but the Douxiao Realm below cannot bear it.
"Everything is fake."
"Then it depends on fellow Taoists!"
Tianshu realm is still rare in the ordinary realm. of, there are only two or three people in an era.
There are many powerful Tianshu realms in the Langhuan realm, but it does not mean that other realms can also do it. After all, there is a realm of the source of ten thousand dharma, and the number of longevity magic medicines is far greater than that in ordinary realms. There are a thousand times more, and there are many sects. There are more than a dozen Zhenzun alone, and there are more than a hundred sages.
"My disciples believe that Senior Brother Jiming is slightly better," an eighth-grade expert said loudly, "Senior Brother Fuyin is holding a spiritual treasure and using the secret method and the treasure, he can kill 1,400 Yin heads. Corpse, Brother Jiming is unarmed, so he is three points stronger."
Only when you have experienced despair can you know how precious opportunities are. In Zhenyan Temple, Yan Lu is just a mediocre person without a deep background. , so he was despised by everyone and could only worship under the monk Shouxin.
Grandmaster Zangchen said no more. That’s it. If he continues to be biased, it would be unjustifiable. The face of the Patriarch of the Heavenly Star Realm is still very important.
"The Red Feather Emperor... Taoist friend Ming Yu seems to have said that she plans to rebuild the Phoenix Clan in one thousand three hundred years."
Time passed, and the fight between Wu Yan and others arrived. The end.
None of the Dou Xiao realm disciples around noticed him. Even if someone did, they would think that he was comprehending the mystery of fusion.
The ancestors and powerful figures from all the forces nodded their heads one after another.
The Red Feather Emperor of the Twelve Temples is said to have the blood of the Phoenix. He is physically extremely powerful, and his talent and understanding are also extremely good. The combination of the two has reached the Tianshu realm.
Gu Xiuyun moved his fingertips slightly and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
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"The Red Feather Emperor of this palace is truly invincible."
Compared to the discussion between the ancestors, the battle between true artistic conceptions is more direct There are too many, no one is blind, who is strong and who is weak can be seen at a glance.
"Soul-type treasures are a little more difficult to deal with the Inferi at the same level, which is indeed understandable." Another ninth-grade ancestor spoke.
Boom!
A bell rang.
Above the clouds, Yan Lu still had his eyes closed.
"Compared with the other eight people, I am not good at suppressing and encircling, but my fighting methods are inferior. I guess I can rank in the top three."
This ranking is not low. .
"Zhenyan Temple's nephew, Fuyan, beheaded 1,400 eighth-grade Yin corpses and 260,000 low-level Yin corpses, while Jixuanshan Jiming's nephew, beheaded eight-grade Yin corpses There are 1,300 corpses and 280,000 low-level corpses. Who do you think can be ranked second?”
One by one, powerful people spoke, and almost 70% of them supported the Jiming monks.
Whoosh!
Buyan monk and Jiming monk turned into two arcs of light and flew tens of thousands of miles away.
Buyan monk took the lead, and the Zen staff in his hand emitted a bright golden light, reflecting the void into gold.
The patriarchs standing high looked at each other with indifferent eyes.
Qinggu is good at killing, and he can kill almost two or three times more eighth-grade inferi than others. Who dares to say anything wrong about such an astonishing gap.
In Yan Lu’s heartHis obsession almost affected his soul.
Yan Lu clenched his fists, veins popped out all over his body, and countless scars were branded on his body from unknown time.
"It doesn't matter. I don't have the ability to say goodbye, but I am still a little confident in my space methods. Saving the lives of the two of them is not a big problem." Gu Xiuyun looked calm.
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"The inability to get through can only mean that my mind is defective and I need to continue to improve."
This kind of painful suffering almost makes me sad. People collapse.
Monk Jiming’s eyes were indifferent, and he seemed to be doing nothing except forming a formation with his two palms, but everyone knew that he must have activated the secret technique of the soul.
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Buyan killed more than a hundred eighth-grade Yin corpses than Ji Ming, so he should be ranked second, but Patriarch Zangchen chose two of them. By making comparisons, the sinister intentions are evident.
The battle between the eighth-level powerful men only lasts for half an hour. Whoever kills more and stronger Inferi within the specified time limit will be ranked higher.
"No words, you must win, we have no way out!" The puzzled host clenched his fists.
Zen disciples are good at soul-based methods, and Jixuanshan is even better. Every disciple focuses on soul attacks.
Gu Xiuyun nodded secretly.
Grandmaster Zangchen used his Yuan Power to bring back all the true artistic conception.
For example, Qinggu of Qingquan Temple, the power of the water-cutting sword combined with the secret killing technique is almost terrifying. Every time the sword falls, an eighth-level psychic infernal corpse falls. As for monk Dinghe of Dingkong Temple, most of his Taoist and secret arts focus on escaping to save his life. It took several breaths of effort to kill an eighth-grade Yin corpse, which was a pitiful low ranking.
Such beings are almost invincible under the Patriarch.
A classic book, a Taoist method, even if it is preached, perhaps the monk Shouxin himself has forgotten that there is also a disciple named Yan Lu.
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s: Lan Chonghe, Ji Wenshan, Shen Qi, Yan Lu...
The author said that he dug the hole carefully, and it depends on whether he buries it or not. In the mood.