"Dakun Tun Yin."
Ling Donglai was dressed in a cassock of Dharma-Hong Kong, and the Buddha's seal was condensed in his hand, which burst into a dazzling golden light, and turned into a huge golden Buddha bell with a picture of an old monk sitting cross-legged, and a circle of French characters outlined.
"Buzz!"
The golden Buddha bell turned rapidly, spinning out a tearing wind.
"Den!"
The celestial marrow soldiers condensed into the shape of Fang Tianhua halberd suddenly slammed on the golden Buddha bell, and a huge twisting force came, and a huge turbo whirlwind stirred from the tip of Fang Tianhua halberd. He came out and kept hitting Feng Feiyun's arm.
Dakun Tun Yin is a Buddhist holy method, which can only be learned by people with extraordinary understanding, and has the ability to leverage strength.
The Fangtian Huaji in Feng Feiyun's hand turned directly into droplets, flowed back, and then gathered together, turned into a white ancient shield, collided with the Dakun Tun Yin, and made a "sounding" harsh sound.
The golden giant bell shattered, and the celestial marrow melted again. In an instant, it condensed into a sharp sword. Feng Feiyun held the sword in both hands and slashed it down suddenly.
Ling Donglai's complexion changed slightly, and he felt the sharpness of Tianzhuo's courage. He fired nine seals in a row.
"Shh!"
This knife is unstoppable.
Feng Feiyun's speed was too fast to even dodge.
Ling Donglai could only hold up Fa Hong's cassock, and the cassock swelled up, as if his body was inflated, and it was as swollen as five of his bodies. He wanted to rely on the power of Fa Hong's cassock to defend against the celestial marrow.
"Bang!"
There was a white sword glow on the celestial marrow soldier's gallbladder, condensed into a dragon shape, and let out a sharp roar, directly breaking through the light protection of Fa Hong's robe, causing Donglai's swollen body to shriveled directly, as if deflated. Like a ball, it was knocked into the air, smashed into the wall of a temple, and swallowed its body.
There was blood on the ground, crimson dazzling.
"Cough cough!"
Ling Donglai walked out of it in embarrassment, his whole body was covered with dust, and there were bloodstains on the corners of his mouth. He was injured by Feng Feiyun's knife just now, and the iron armor on his body was shattered into a large piece, and there were drops of blood from his wrist. flow down.
If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing a cassock of Fa Hong, the knife just now would have been able to chop him to pieces.
The spiritual energy of the Purple Mansion of Wandao was wrapped around the Ascension Platform and suspended above, and Feng Feiyun stood below with the celestial marrow soldier gallbladder. humiliating its former owner."
"I haven't lost yet, it's too early for you to say." Ling Donglai didn't admit defeat, his luck was so strong, how could he possibly lose
Absolutely impossible to lose.
Ling Donglai typed out the three mantras of the Taoist ancestors, turning the sky and the dragon lake into a huge Tai Chi Yin-Yang map.
The sky changes color, and the wind blows.
Longhu is full of waves, and the waves are soaring.
This is the secret of Taoism, mobilizing the vitality of heaven and earth, condensing the four directions, and naturalizing the holy law.
"It's not right! The luck of Donglai has been suppressed, and it is very likely that he will lose today." Tiansuan scholar has a wise light in his eyes, and he is proficient in observing qi. of luck.
The witch sitting on the side also noticed something, a pair of star eyes, with a faint white light, opened a little, and stared at the spiritual energy of Wandao Zifu suspended in the sky, her eyes were bright and dark.
Feng Feiyun doesn't use any supernatural powers, just holding a Tianzhujian gallbladder, he can destroy all the methods in the world.
"boom!"
With a wave of his sleeve, the Tianmai sword and gallbladder flew out directly, dragging out a long tail, like a meteor flying from between the stars, hitting it, and piercing Ling Donglai's Taiji Yin-Yang map, again. The bombardment hit him, knocking him out.
This time, it flew farther, and blood was dripping from his mouth, which was indescribably miserable.
Feng Feiyun still stood on the spot, retracted the Tianzhu soldiers, suspended them above his head, and walked over step by step, saying: "What if the luck is strong? my opponent."
Naturally, Ling Donglai is not mediocre in combat power, and is almost invincible in the same realm. Feng Feiyun's words are just disintegrating his fighting spirit and undermining his confidence.
Ling Donglai lost twice, was beaten by Feng Feiyun and vomited blood, stumbled to the ground, and kept going backwards, every step was a blood mark.
He had never encountered such a setback before. Feng Feiyun's words sounded like muffled thunder in his ears, causing his scalp to tingle.
"Impossible, impossible, I can't lose." Although Ling Donglai said so, but there was a bit of panic in his eyes.
A person who has never encountered setbacks, no matter how powerful, will be frightened, overwhelmed, and even doubt his own abilities once he encounters continuous setbacks.
Feng Feiyun smiled and said: "I have already defeated you without using the decree of the king of the gods. You still don't admit that you are just a defeated general, a lucky waste?"
"No, I haven't lost yet."
It made Donglai's eyes become dark, and there were brilliant rays of light flowing on his skin, with traces of blood marks, and the red Fahong cassock on his body flew up, like a big flag, making a loud hunting sound.
"boom!"
A blood-red beam of light emerged from the top of his head and rose into the sky. The power on his body began to become tyrannical and climbed steadily.
Feng Feiyun stopped immediately, feeling the danger.
"Ling Donglai is actually proficient in magic cultivation techniques. This is the 'Magic Root Breaking the Realm Dafa'." Dongfang Jingshui's eyes were solemn.
Ling Donglai is not only proficient in the supernatural powers of the door, but also the holy law of Buddhism, and even the lost Dafa of the magic door. How many hidden treasures did this person get
"What is the Devil's Root Breaking Realm Dafa?"
Dongfang Jingshui is also a cultivator, and said: "The so-called 'magic root' is the foundation planted by the cultivator of the devil's way in the body, just like the 'immortal root' of a cultivator. The Dafa of the Devil's Root Breaking the Realm is the cultivation of magic. It is a taboo method of the master, which evokes the magical nature of the devil's root to attack the realm."
"Ling Donglai has reached the peak of the third level of destiny, and now he has performed the magic root breaking method, as if he wants to drive himself to a dead end, and fight Feng Feiyun for life and death to attack the fourth level of destiny. realm."
Hearing what Dongfang Jingshui said, someone commented: "It seems that Ling Donglai is also a very determined person. Although there are some psychological flaws, it is not so easy to defeat his confidence in winning."
The power on Donglai's body became stronger and stronger, the blood column on the top of his head was rushing back, with demonic nature, and his eyes became hideous. past.
The fighting spirit in Feng Feiyun's body also swelled up, and when he faced it, the Tianzhujian was transformed into a nine-armed sword, and countless swordsmanships were derived to attack and attack.
"howl!"
Ling Donglai was like a war lion, with boundless fighting spirit on his body, fearless of life and death, dashing between the nine-handled war knives transformed by the Celestial Marrow Sword and Gallbladder, the knife gas cut his flesh and blood without any pain, and rushed out. Sword Qi, fiercely attacked Feng Feiyun.
The body is full of blood, but the fighting spirit is even more boiling, and the demonic energy on the body is also thicker.
"war!"
He carried the Dharma Hong cassock, and the Buddhas of all Buddhas descended from the sky.
At the speed of Feng Feiyun, it was easy to dodge, but he did not dodge, but went up against it with his bare hands, without any fear.
"Boom, bang, bang!"
In a short moment, three palms in a row.
Ling Donglai Fa Hong cassock, Feng Feiyun also has Miao Gui's fingers, these two spiritual treasures are just their body protection spiritual tools, this is a confrontation of their pure power, there is no supernatural power, it is just a physical struggle.
They fought like metal hitting each other, and the sound was piercing.
Feng Feiyun also knew that Ling Donglai was attacking the fourth level of destiny, so he didn't give him that chance at all. When he was about to succeed in his attack, he would ruthlessly defeat him, crush him to the ground, and let him turn forever. Can't get over.
The power of five dragons and tigers condensed on Feng Feiyun's palm, and five huge tiger shadows slammed down.
Ling Donglai also used the power of five dragons and tigers to fight against him.
"Boom!"
The earth shook, and the earth and rocks cracked.
Feng Feiyun's shin bone was like divine iron, and his flesh and blood were like corundum. The shock caused Donglai's palm to crack open, covered in blood, and the flesh on his arm would fall off, revealing the bones between his fingers.
The undead phoenix body, the ten thousand beast fighting body, how powerful the body is, is not something that Ling Donglai can compare to.
Ling Donglai kept coughing blood in his mouth, and he stepped back again and again. Every palm print of Feng Feiyun fell, making him unsteady and trembling all over his body, as if he was struck by lightning.
Even if Fa Hong's cassock is on his body, he can't protect his body well.
The blood was trickling down, dyeing the skin red and soaking the ground.
A loud phoenix chirped.
In Feng Feiyun's body, the phantom of the phoenix rushed out, covering the whole body. The body was huge, and the whole body was burning with flames.
Feng Feiyun threw an earth-shattering punch, the fist flashed, and a huge phoenix power rushed out, directly knocking Ling Donglai into the air, making three "cracks" sounds, and three bones were broken.
"puff!"
The iron helmet on Donglai's head was shattered, and the long black hair flew out, splattered, and fell down, becoming extraordinarily imposing, "The devil's root is broken, and the destiny is fourfold."
Countless blood mists exploded on his body, shattering the skin, smashing the flesh and blood, condensing into the most magical power, and charging into the dantian.
"Crackling!"
Countless electric lights lingered and intertwined around him, and wisps of black smoke came out.
The "Xiangen" and "Magic Root" coexisted in the dantian from the east, possessed two gods, and opened up two purple palaces in the palace, coexisting with each other, bursting with black and white brilliance.
The young monks who watched the scene were dumbfounded. There were actually two palaces in the Purple Mansion. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, it would have been unbelievable.
"Two purple palaces in the middle of the palace, practicing two kinds of Tao at the same time, this is the real outstanding person can do. In the same realm, you can explode with double the power."
"It's the symbol of a magician, rare in the world."