“This ——” Asura exclaimed.
The black lotus under the Devil Buddha’s seat was condensed by the Devil Buddha with his own true qi, which was connected to his own qi veins and supported by his true qi.
The fact that Qing Yu was able to leave deep palm marks on this lotus platform, which did not count for a long time, shows the profoundness of his strength.
“The Daoist monarch Qing Yu ——” The voice of the demon Buddha was joyless and sorrowless, but a hint of emotion came out, “This person should be a strong enemy.”
“Asura, Pure Victory Heaven.”
“My subordinates are here.” The two knelt down on one knee and said.
“Summon the Dragon King and tell him to bring back the men. Our goal is not to be in the Heavenly Capital.” Devil Buddha said slowly.
Not in the Heavenly Capital, where was it then?
Asura and the two of them were a little confused, seeing that the Devil Buddha had no intention of explaining with his eyes closed, the two of them could only slowly retreat and leave this platform.
It was only after they had descended to the ground floor that Jingshengtian communicated with Asura about the feeling of emptiness they had felt earlier. But when she recalled the sensation again, she felt that all the sensations had disappeared, and even if she wanted to recall it, she could not do so.
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“Demon Buddha Boshon ——”
In the night sky, Qing Yu strode faithfully above the vault of the sky, his feet on the clouds, “To receive my Hand of God head-on is truly extraordinary.”
The three palm strikes just now, Qing Yu used the Hand of God to fight against it. Although the power of God’s Hand did not reach its own limit because it was not his own body, but to be able to receive three blows from God’s Hand head-on without injury was a bit of an understatement.
”This conversation tonight is also a bit beyond my expectation ——”
Qing Yu thought as he advanced ten feet a step.
“Dao-kun Qing Yu, please stay.”
A bit of Buddhist light lit up, followed by an illusory door that turned from small to large and slowly opened, and the figure of a monk walked out of the door.
“Xin Yuan,” Qing Yu laughed lightly, “you really do keep a close eye on the Demon Buddha, you appeared just as the poor Taoist had left.”
The one who appeared in front of him was none other than this thieving bald guy, this guy, on account of being in the Pure Land now, was everywhere and came out every now and then to show his presence. If it were not for the great Buddha sitting in the Pure Land, Qing Yu would have completely exterminated this thieving bald man.
“Amitabha Buddha,” Xin Yuan said with folded hands, “Daoist monarch, may I ask what you and the demon Buddha were talking about just now?”
“Do you think the poor Taoist would speak to you?” Qing Yu put away his smile and said indifferently.
“Whether I will or not, I will have to ask to find out.” Xin Yuan said with a peaceful face.
“You’re cheeky.”
The feud between Qing Yu and Xin Yuan was somewhat inexplicable, but now that things had come to a head, both sides were too lazy to think about who was right and who was wrong, or why the feud had started.
The two sides have already reached the point of no return. It is a bit ridiculous to dwell on who is right and who is wrong at this point.
Xin Yuan is now deliberately ignoring the feud between the two sides, and it is not too much to say that he is as thick-skinned as the earth.
For such a thick skin, all Qing Yu could do at the moment was to ignore it.
“Get lost, if you hadn’t hid in the Pure Land, the Poor Dao wouldn’t mind bruising you to dust now.” Qing Yu said indifferently and continued to stride forward. Jedi Tang Clan fo
The secret realm of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss was like a real illusion, somewhere between reality and reality. After Xin Yuan entered the Pure Land, his physical body had long since been dissolved, and even if he was destroyed now, it would only be an illusory shadow that would be destroyed.
However, Xin Yuan could not hide in the Pure Land for the rest of his life. One day, Qing Yu would completely extinguish this old man and erase all traces of him.
“Taoist monarch ——”
Xin Yuan wanted to say more, but Qing Yu’s figure was a stone’s throw away, only getting further and further away, not seeing the two of them approach.
And as Qing Yu walked away, the foreboding feeling in Xin Yuan’s heart became heavier and heavier.
“Woo…”
The blast of wind from high above swept over the illusory body, and Heart’s Edge’s face shifted, men, women and children constantly shifting, as if in a great hurry to think.
“It’s come to this after all ——”
Finally, the heart edge seems to have made a certain decision in general, turned back into the pure land, “Qing Yu, and let the poor monk see what moves you have.”
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“Boom…”
In front of Tianjing City, the battle between Mu Cang Sheng and Su Zhan Ming Zun, who had been fighting for a day and half a night, became more and more rapid, the fierce sword’s hostile qi was deep, and against the fierce and unparalleled power of Qing Turbidity, the extreme collision caused the ground outside the city to suffer some ravages again.
In the middle of the night, there was not a single patch of good ground outside Tianjing, with deep pits and hideous cracks everywhere. Even the tall walls of Tianjing City had collapsed by now, and sword marks could still be seen on the foundations of the city walls, which were deep underground.
The sword energy of the Heavenly Cloud Sword was clashing fiercely with the power of the Dragon Vein, bringing about a wave of repercussions, but Mak Cansheng was getting more and more frenzied as he fought, his stances fierce, attacking without defending.
During the battle in the middle of the day and night, Mu Cang Sheng had seen how thick the skin of Su Zhan Ming Zun was, and that Vajra body was like a stinking stone in a pit, smelly and hard.
Even though he was not unscathed by the battle, his injuries were much lighter than Mak Cang Sheng’s.
The key to this was the fierce sword that was indistinguishable from Sujian Mingzun’s.
This fierce sword was constantly sucking up the power of the Dragon Vein. Although Mu Cang Sheng had avoided being restrained by blending the Armour Martial Scripture, every time the Heavenly Clouds Sword came into contact with Mu Cang Sheng, it would suck away some of the power of the Dragon Vein to help Su Zhan Ming Zun heal his wounds.
With this and the Vajra Body, Su Zhan Ming Zun was naturally much less injured.
“Heavenly Feather Feather Chop.”
“Thunder Breaks the Sky.”
The sword diaphragm collided with the heavenly thunder, and Mak Cang Sheng’s body retreated rapidly, while Su Zhan Ming Zun advanced instead of retreating.
“Felling Folded Luo.”
There it was again, the hardest and most rigid sword diaphragm broke the earth and went straight after Mu Cang Sheng. His body shook so violently that his feet sank into his knees, ploughing out dozens of feet of ground.
“It’s time to end this.” Sujang Mingzun wiped away the blood seeping from his arms, and the shadow of the eight-headed snake demon appeared on his body.
He was still fighting because he was still fighting with the help of his spell.
The battle between Moon Night See and Pei Dongliu was evenly matched, but it was based on Pei Dongliu’s forced outburst.
Now Pei Dongliu could not support himself for much longer and was close to exhaustion, just like Mu Cansheng, but Yue Yimimi was still in a state of exhaustion and had not lost his strength.
In this six-man battle, the Eastern side had already seen the light of victory.
