"Ancestor Jin Yan has such a big tone, saying that he wants to destroy our Yantian Pavilion. How can he gather these 30,000 troops to destroy our Yantian Pavilion? He is indeed a hero of his generation."
At this time, Xiao Naihe's figure appeared in front of Ancestor Jin Yan, standing in mid-air in the void.
He was motionless, but there were bursts of golden light around his body, which continued to spread, as if countless gods and Buddhas were fused together.
At this time, Xiao Naihe seemed to be the controller among the gods, with a faint golden light flashing between his eyebrows.
This is when Taoism has been cultivated to the extreme, and it has entered the realm of one yuan, the primitive state of yin and yang.
When Ancestor Jin Yan saw this, he became more and more certain that Xiao Naihe had entered the realm of one dollar.
The scene where he was smashed into meat pies by Xiao Naihe was still vivid in Ancestor Jin Yan's mind.
"But ancestors, I have to be merciful and merciful. You have destroyed my true self. In these thousands of years, there is no possibility of growing again. Why are you still aggressive? Keep a line in your life, he See you soon."
"Hehe, are you going to talk to me now? When you killed my disciple of Yantian Pavilion, you probably didn't think about today! And now that you have gathered so many people, don't you want to do justice to me? Tiange has unfavorable thoughts? "
Ancestor Jin Yan rolled his eyes, and the thoughts in his mind started running quickly, and he quickly said: "All these are the orders of the Blood Prison Ancestor, and I only obey the orders of the Blood Prison Ancestor. But Ancestor, Blood Prison The Prison Ancestor has now entered the ninth level, has mastered the realm of spiritual transformation, and has no choice but to control the number of one element."
"I won't listen to your nonsense. I'm here today to get rid of this clone of yours. It doesn't matter if I eradicate the roots. Ancestor Jin Yan, you have lived enough. Since you killed my disciple of Yantian Pavilion, you will have to bear the responsibility. The courage of consequences is.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Naihe's body was suddenly filled with countless golden lights.
The moment this golden light spread out, it enveloped the entire altar.
Strong golden fluctuations spread throughout the palace, and for a moment, it seemed as if a mysterious door had opened in the sky.
Countless Rakshasa, Bodhisattvas, true Buddhas, gods and demons, etc. all appear in this space.
When the golden ocean spread over, a hundred circles of light appeared on Xiao Naihe's body, swaying up and down, and descended directly with an overwhelming momentum.
"Hundreds of haloes of light? There is a saying among Buddhists that cultivating the highest magical power in Buddhism is the return of ninety-nine to one, the Tathagata's Great Perfection! Now you have actually cultivated to hundreds of haloes of light. Is the legend true?"
Ancestor Jin Yan was shocked and said in disbelief: "According to legend, the number of one yuan in Buddhism is nine hundred and six Yang. When hundreds of haloes gather, one can achieve Sakyamuni. Is this true?"
The gods, demons, immortals, and Buddhas flying in the sky all of a sudden started dancing wildly, as if the opened door summoned many powerful existences here from the ancient times.
The moment this huge coercion came down, the ancestor of Jin Yan suddenly felt an urge to be unable to control his physical body and soul. It was as if the whole thing was absorbed by Xiao Naihe at this moment, unable to control himself. .
"Tathagata's mudra, great success!"
The image of Tathagata visualized behind Xiao Naihe's back controlled thousands of gods and Buddhas, and sent out bursts of Sanskrit sounds. He then gathered a big golden palm and grabbed it hard towards the ancestor Jin Yan.
Click click click.
With a sound, Patriarch Jin Yan seemed to have been hit hard by Xiao Naihe. All the energy and blood in his body suddenly dispersed, and he was in extreme pain.
Most of his current physical body has been crushed by Xiao Naihe, leaving only a bloody body.
"Zhu Jia, you are Patriarch Dai Jun's disciple. Do you want to betray Patriarch Dai Jun?"
At this time, Ancestor Jin Yan had no choice but to put his hope in Zhu Jia.
Zhu Jia had just suppressed the three Creators and a dozen sixth-level cultivators. When he heard the words of Patriarch Jin Yan, he couldn't help but sneer: "My master is very good, and my master's vision is higher than yours. You know who to take refuge in. You took refuge in the hands of the Blood Prison Ancestor and wanted to plot against my master. Fortunately, the master took action in time, otherwise the master and I would have been doomed. "
Zhu Jia's thoughts moved very quickly, and Xiao Naihe's image suddenly became taller.
When Patriarch Jin Yan heard this, he knew there was no hope anymore: "Xiao Naihe, there is a wrongdoer and a debtor. All of this was indicated by the Blood Prison Patriarch, and I was just following orders. If you let me go, I will Like Patriarch Dai Jun, I am willing to surrender to you forever."
Xiao Naihe's face was expressionless, and the Tathagata Buddha behind him had already enveloped him. With his majestic power, he directly hit the Jinyan Ancestor hard.
"Ah... Xiao Naihe, if you don't let me go, I won't let you go either. Let's die together! Zi Zi Shen Ge, bang bang bang bang bang!"
At this time, Ancestor Jin Yan felt Xiao Naihe's majestic power crushing him. He suddenly had a desperate thought and screamed out fiercely. His godhead was burning rapidly.
If a master at the early stage of the eighth level burns his divine power, it may also have a certain impact on a ninth level master.
This Jinyan ancestor was desperate and full of hatred. The moment it burst out, he wanted to drag Xiao Naihe down with him.
"The world is going to be destroyed. Please die, Xiao Naihe."
Ancestor Jin Yan's voice was very crazy. When his godhead burned out, the power that exploded immediately made Zhu Jia and the rest of the group feel terrifying.
"Ancestor Jin Yan is actually going to explode his godhood."
"No, Ancestor Jin Yan can't do this. We are the ancestors of Blood Prison."
"Go quickly, go quickly."
For a moment, there were bursts of rushing sounds throughout the venue.
These people started flying one after another, trying to escape from the entire altar.
But at this moment, there was a sudden noise in the entire void, and countless thunder rays gathered together, blocking all these masters.
Suddenly, everyone seemed to be knocked down by this mysterious force.
"This is a magic circle restriction. When did this appear?"
"This is the Ten Method Formation of the Blood Prison Ancestor. Why does it appear here?"
"Could it be..."
At this time, when Patriarch Jin Yan saw this ten-method formation, his face moved slightly and became a little pale. Finally, he did smile miserably: "I see, that's it, Patriarch of Blood Prison, you have expected this from the beginning." Imagine, hahaha, let’s all die together!”