Tengu eclipses the moon, only a quarter of an hour, everyone is grasping this time.
If you want to make a name for yourself, it is now.
If you want to dominate an era, it is now.
If you want to live forever and be recorded in the annals of history, it is at this time.
The monks from the major immortal-cultivating forces are like moths to the flames, going one after another, with a strong desire in their hearts, as long as they can leave their names on the holy monument, they can become the hottest people in the entire Shenjin Dynasty.
But there are very few people who can catch the move of these sages.
The young master of the immortal sect fought five moves against a sage with a halo above his head, was seriously injured, then lost and withdrew from the holy lake.
The Buddhist girl in the animal-controlling studio, who is also the first-level cultivation base of destiny, fought six moves with the sage with a halo above her head, and was also severely injured. Even the silver wolf under her was pulled out in a huge The bloody mouth was almost cut in half.
The Buddhist girl was also defeated.
"Shh!"
Feng Feiyun flew towards the holy monument, took out the white stone sword, used all the strength of his body, and slashed out in the air, a wave of dragon-shaped swords flew out, and the white dragon flew past, splitting the water waves. open.
"boom!"
However, this wave of swords was broken by Ling Donglai and did not touch the holy monument.
"Feng Feiyun, capture it if you can! Go back with me and return to my life." Ling Donglai also carried the sword, the sword was made of Suzaku iron and weighed 16,000 jin. There was fire on the blade, and it was red. waters.
"Your sister! Don't get in my way." Feng Feiyun started the speed of reincarnation, trying to bypass Ling Donglai.
Although Feng Feiyun's speed was extremely fast, it made Donglai's spiritual sense even higher, and he was able to predict Feng Feiyun's movements in advance. The wind is flying fast.
Feng Feiyun had indeed never encountered such an opponent before, and he felt invulnerable.
Ling Donglai's age is similar to Feng Feiyun, but he is very serious, calm, restrained, determined, resolute, wise, and dressed in iron, like a battle-hardened veteran.
"Boom!"
Turning Donglai's fingers, the heavens and the earth revolved, blocking all directions, and almost half of the holy lake was transformed into a Taiji god map. The lake water rotated in two directions, and black and white rays of light rose from the water.
"This is... the Eight Diagrams of Taiqing!"
Ling Donglai is a person with great luck. He once entered the first floor of the ancient secret mansion and saw three Taoist words passed down by Taoist ancestors. His Taiqing Eight Arrays are even more terrifying, and are much more powerful than Ji Feng's imperfect Eight Arrays.
There is a huge Taoist shadow that slowly rises from behind him. This is the shadow of a ten-zhang-tall old Taoist. He has a childlike face and a fairy-like Taoist bone. It looks like a legendary Taoist statue.
In the distance, Ji Feng stared at the scene closely, and muttered to himself, "The mirror of Taiqing, the mirror of Taoist ancestors. This is the first Taoist speech of the real source."
"It's really unfortunate to meet you!" Feng Feiyun shook his head, and when his body moved, he flew backwards.
At the same time, the Tai Chi god map in the holy lake rose from the sky, the water pattern was monstrous, and it was hundreds of feet high, and it blasted directly towards Feng Feiyun.
This is the real Taiqing Eight Diagrams!
How fast the reincarnation is, it has already flown two hundred miles away, but it is still caught up by the "Taiqing Eight Arrays". .
Those monks who were defeated and returned to the shore of the holy lake all looked at each other in dismay. This made Donglai so powerful that it was a bit terrifying. Just by relying on the trick of "Taiqing Eight Arrays", he was already firmly among the top masters of the younger generation. .
"The son of the demon, although he is invincible in the same realm, he has not survived the tribulation after all. It is almost impossible to catch this move."
Many people are speculating whether Ling Donglai's move will turn Feng Feiyun into scum.
Ling Donglai flew back to the holy lake from two hundred miles away, and landed on the surface of the holy lake. His face was quite dignified. He did not find Feng Feiyun's body, but only saw a huge tiankeng with black smoke billowing from the pit. Not a single bone.
Could it be that the son of the demon has really turned into a jerk
wrong!
Ling Donglai Lingjue jumped, raised his head, and looked towards the summit of Xichen Peak. Directly above the 8,000-meter-high peak, a young man in white was standing there, looking at him with interest.
It's not who Feng Feiyun is!
"It's too challenging!" Ling Donglai laughed. He was so excited that he suddenly said, "Feng Feiyun, you have been tricked."
The tengu eclipses the moon and is about to pass.
The time of darkness is now over, and there are only two breaths left.
Ling Donglai is standing in the holy lake, the holy monument is close at hand, and there is one last chance to shoot.
But Feng Feiyun was so far away that he didn't even have the last chance to make a move.
"Shh!"
Ling Donglai is the first-level cultivation of the destiny, and in just a moment, he has already appeared in front of the holy monument and fought against the sage with the halo above his head.
This sage is also a mythical figure named "Ziwu". The time is too long, and there are only scattered records on the ancient books, which are very vague. Some people have analyzed that he is likely to be a member of the Vientiane Tower. One of the founders.
Ziwu is the guardian of the most important gate of destiny. There are countless monks who fought against him just now. Among them, only two are the most powerful. The female Buddhist cultivator of the Beast-Controlling Studio on the head of the silver wolf.
The young master of Xianjiao took Ziwu and made five moves.
The female Buddhist cultivator of the Beast-Controlling Studio took Ziwu and made six moves.
The time left for Ling Donglai was only the time between two breaths, but Ling Donglai felt that this time was enough.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The sound of a series of fights sounded, and the entire holy lake was turned upside down, wrapped in battle light, filling the sky, few people could see Ling Donglai's shadow, and even the scene in the holy lake could not be seen clearly.
Ling Donglai thought that Feng Feiyun was calculated by him and lost the last chance to make a move, but he still underestimated Feng Feiyun's speed. If Feng Feiyun wanted to make a last-ditch effort, with the speed of reincarnation, he could completely compete with Feng Feiyun. Ling Donglai arrived under the holy monument at the same time.
But Feng Feiyun did not do this, because his combat power is indeed not as good as that of Ling Donglai. This is an indisputable fact. After all, he is in a lower realm. to defeat.
Feng Feiyun guessed that Ling Donglai should have reached the ranks of epic geniuses, but he was hidden very deeply and was not known to outsiders.
It is precisely because of Ling Donglai's strength that his battle with Ziwu's phantom will be earth-shattering and destroy everything around him, so Feng Feiyun did not take action.
In the world, there is no monk with a great perfection of the gods who can come out alive from the battle circle of Ling Donglai and Ziwu.
Even if "Nalan Hongtao" is in the realm of Shenji's Great Perfection, it is impossible for him to catch a move of "Ziwu" in the first realm of destiny.
They are two superpowers who lived in different eras and were in the same realm. Maybe no one knows who is stronger or weaker, but the person who is one realm higher will definitely be able to completely defeat the one who is one realm lower.
This is not a gap in talent, it is a gap in realm.
"boom!"
Above the holy lake, everything disappeared.
Ling Donglai stepped back again, still standing on the bank of the holy lake, with a pair of eyes still firm and wise, staring straight at the towering holy monument in the center.
At the same time, a trace of moonlight appeared above the sky, and the moon reappeared.
The darkest hour has passed.
Ling Donglai did not enter the protective light of the holy monument, and was beaten back by Ziwu.
"The amazing Ling Donglai is the first character who can knock out Ziwu's phantom. In just two breaths, he fought more than 400 moves, but unfortunately he was defeated by Ziwu in the end." A big man of the older generation, seeing the duel in the holy lake just now, sighed in his heart.
The brand of Ziwu was shattered by Ling Donglai, but when the moonlight shone down, it was completely restored, and only the most discerning person discovered this.
Feng Feiyun naturally saw that, being able to eliminate all the marks of the sages is only one step away from defeating the sages.
Only when the brand is broken can it be engraved with its own brand.
Although Ling Donglai was defeated and retreated, he still shocked the audience. After today, the three words Ling Donglai must be famous all over the world, and there is no doubt that he is an epic genius.
The talent may still be above the old eight epic geniuses.
"Ling Donglai is too powerful. The Shenjin Dynasty has not seen a genius who can break the brand of the sages for a long time. After today, Ling Donglai's limelight is likely to overshadow the old eight epic geniuses."
"That's not necessarily the case. The eight old-fashioned epic-level geniuses have accumulated prestige for a long time, and it is difficult to be shaken. Besides, several of these eight outstanding people have not crossed the sacred monument, and their talents are not necessarily weaker than Ling Donglai. "
"That's right. Although Ling Donglai's talent is strong, it is still difficult to catch up with the eight old-fashioned epic geniuses within ten years."
"The most unfortunate thing is that the son of the demon is invincible in the realm of God's Great Perfection, but he was forced by Ling Donglai to be unable to break through the holy monument."
"It's really a pity. Among the geniuses of the new generation, only the two demons of the Feng family are the most terrifying, and they have the power to stand against Ling Donglai. It's a pity that the little demon is too young, his cultivation is too fast, and he is in the same realm. It may not be invincible. Only the son of the demon can defeat Nalan Hongtao, who is only half-cultivated, but... hey! It's a pity!"
Many people felt sorry for Feng Feiyun, and felt that he was being calculated by Ling Donglai, so he couldn't fight the Holy Monument and lost this great opportunity.
"When it's dark, what kind of skill is it? Even if you can leave a name on the holy monument, you will only defeat half of the sage's strength. The name is the ability." Feng Feiyun stood on the top of Xichen Peak, his voice was majestic, and there was an aura of Vega.
As soon as this remark came out, the whole audience was shocked, what did he want