A group of unfamiliar teenagers rushed over. They all had a lot of breath and air, and the clothes on their bodies were quite strange, which were very different from ordinary people.
There were three old men standing in front, all of them energetic, staring at Feng Feiyun above the battle platform.
"He is Feng Ergou. If anyone can defeat him, they will get 10,000 spirit stones, one top-level practice technique, and ten thousand-year-old spirit herbs," said one of the old men.
As soon as the voice fell, a young eagle falcon smiled and said, "I'll come first."
This young man took a step, crossed the void, pierced through the ancient platform of the formation, and broke into the battle platform.
Feng Feiyun originally thought that by killing four young kings in a row, no one would dare to stand on the battlefield again, but he did not expect that there are still people who are not afraid of death.
Through the black Tencel silk silk yarn, I saw this young man standing opposite, with dark yellow skin, large pores, a snake braid on the top of his head, wearing an exotic robe, and a huge copper neck around his neck. Ring, above the copper ring, toward the three fist-sized gems, flashing brilliance.
The Shenjin Dynasty spanned a huge area. Every thousands of miles, people were very surprised by their clothes and cultural customs, and there were quite a variety of races in each prefecture. The young man in front of him was obviously not from the middle-earth of the Shenjin Dynasty. monk.
"Chicken Foot Country, Romoba."
The young man had a thick voice, and after explaining his identity, he shot directly, a sea of light condensed above his head, and a golden Buddha seemed to be sitting inside. A supremely gifted genius.
"boom!"
A golden Buddha figure was condensed on his back, which was ten feet high, and the golden light was ten thousand feet.
"Arun Jing Buddha!"
This young man named Romoba had a reverence on his face, his body was surrounded by war light, his hands were stretched out, and the huge copper ring on his neck was spinning rapidly, like a turbine, flying from his neck and colliding directly towards Feng Feiyun come over.
This copper ring is like the center of the violent storm, turning the space in the entire battlefield into a huge vortex.
Feng Feiyun narrowed his eyes and felt that there was a fundamental difference between the other party's practice and the practice of the human monks he had seen before.
"Shh!"
A sword stabbed out, and a huge red luan appeared on the tip of the sword, directly smashing the huge copper ring into the air.
The sword shadow, like a meteor, flew from one end of the battle platform to the other in an instant, and a sword struck between Romoba's eyebrows.
Not to mention a person's head, even a piece of iron and stone weighing 100,000 kilograms will be crushed by the sword energy of this sword.
"Bang!" The sound of metal collision sounded.
Feng Feiyun's sword seemed to hit the iron mountain, and it didn't pierce Luo Moba's head, but only knocked him back three steps.
Feng Feiyun didn't succeed in a single blow, so he quickly flew back and landed on the other side of the battle platform. His arm was still in pain. It's so strange, so strange. My cultivation is obviously higher than his, and even the kings of the younger generation will be beheaded. Kill, why can't you kill him
Feng Feiyun didn't know that Romoba was even more shocked than him, "It's really powerful, it's really powerful, even the power of belief of Arun Jing Buddha can be shaken back, this Feng Ergou's cultivation base is too terrifying."
On the battlefield, there was a brief silence.
Feng Feiyun didn't make a move because he didn't find out the other party's cultivation method.
However, Romoba was jealous of Feng Feiyun's powerful combat power, holding the copper ring, stepping on the golden cloud, and waiting for the opportunity to shoot.
In the Jade Palace, several older monks were also observing the battle, and one of the old men said: "The Chicken Foot Country is one of the seventy-two small countries outside the Western Regions. These seventy-two small countries are located in Among the three dynasties, some are attached to the Shenjin Dynasty, some are attached to the Tianlong Dynasty, and some are attached to the Yugan Dynasty. But they do not belong to any dynasty."
"Because the country is small and the people are poor, and the resources for cultivation are very scarce, their cultivation will not be too high. Only by believing in the gods and becoming the messengers of the gods can they gain power beyond ordinary people. The deeper the degree of belief, the power borrowed during battle stronger."
Another old man said: "The so-called gods are actually some evil spirits with powerful cultivation bases."
"The monks of the Chicken Foot Country believe in the Allen Jing Buddha."
"In Chicken Foot Country, there is a temple every 30 miles, and the incense in it will never go out. The temples are all enshrined in the statues of Arunjing Buddha."
"Jizu has 130 million subjects, 90% of whom believe in Arun Jing Buddha, but no more than 500 people can obtain the power of Arun Jing Buddha, and these 500 are among the monks whose strength surpasses ordinary people. Among them, the strongest is the national teacher of Jizu Kingdom, who can borrow the power of the three layers of Arun Jing Buddha."
Not only the senior monks in the Jade Palace, but also many young monks who have traveled to geniuses, have also heard of the cultivation methods of the seventy-two small countries in the Western Regions, and almost every country believes in a god.
Yao Ji smiled and said: "Arunjing Buddha is just a young god and evil. Three thousand eight hundred years ago, Shenyuan was born from a clay sculpture in the ancient Zen temple, and it took another two thousand years of incense to accumulate. Enough power of faith condenses the soul. After condensing the soul, it is taken away by the people of the underworld. Among the many gods and evils in the underworld, the cultivation base cannot even be ranked in the top 100."
The evil spirit is one of the three evil spirits in the underworld.
Once born in the land of the five dynasties, he will be detained by the people of the underworld. If he does not obey, the mother of the underworld will order to obliterate the soul he was born.
The yin world and the yang world are actually maintaining the order of this piece of land. If the "three different things in the yang world" and "the three evils in the yin world" are allowed to stay in this world, the world will be more than ten times more chaotic than it is now.
"What kind of cultivation is this Allen Jing Buddha now?" Princess Luofu said.
"The combat power is comparable to that of a giant." Yao Jishi smiled.
For those ordinary people, giant-level monks are actually no different from gods. They can call the wind and call for rain, and they can also have boundless mana.
"Then how much power can this Romoba borrow from Arun Jing Buddha?" Princess Luofu said.
"It's less than one level." Yao Ji thought for a while and then said: "Of course, the level of cultivation of a giant is not something that ordinary people can imagine. At such a young age, he can have such a strong belief, which shows that this young man is also It's no trivial matter, and the consciousness is comparable to an epic genius."
With suspicion in her eyes, Princess Luofu said, "How do you know so much?"
"Haha! Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles."
Yao Ji smiled charmingly, and that smile made Princess Luofu slightly absent-minded, what a beauty in disaster.
This world is too big, there are thousands of ways to cultivate, all kinds of strange paths of immortality, all immortal paths lead to avenues, even Feng Feiyun has a lot of knowledge, it took a long time to calculate the other party's cultivation method. .
"It turned out to be borrowing the power of the gods and evil." Feng Feiyun was stunned, and a smile appeared on his face.
The golden light on Romoba’s body and the majestic golden statue of the golden giant Buddha above his head finally couldn’t hold his breath and shouted, “Fight!”
The golden giant Buddha 100 feet high above his head slammed down, like a sacred mountain collapsing, and the power was unparalleled.
"To defeat him, the most important thing is to cut off his religious connection with Arunjing Buddha, defeat his consciousness, and then he can be defeated naturally."
Feng Feiyun stood still, and forty divine consciousness flew out from his pupils, condensed into an ancient battle axe, and the battle axe slashed down, splitting the golden giant Buddha in half and vanishing.
"puff!"
How fierce is the power of the battle axe, without the protection of the golden giant Buddha, just by virtue of Romoba's cultivation, he was instantly split in half by the battle axe, and the corpse lay on the ground.
After all, the golden giant Buddha is actually the same attack as the battle axe that Feng Feiyun condensed with his divine sense.
Romoba's mental and spiritual cultivation are very strong, but he can't compare with Feng Feiyun at all. He was killed by an axe, which is reasonable.
Feng Feiyun has already comprehended sixty-fourths of the technique of Xiaoyan, and he can use six supernatural powers: "Shaking the Immortal Hammer", "Tiandou Lingtai", "Reincarnation Speed", "Earth-breaking God Axe" , and two other magic tricks.
This is a combination of forty divine senses and Xiaoyan techniques, and each magical power is unparalleled and powerful.
"What a powerful technique of divine consciousness, it can actually smash through the avatar of Arunjing Buddha." A female disciple of Buddhism said.
The disciples of Buddhism mainly focus on cultivating spiritual consciousness, but none of the young talents of Buddhism can find such a powerful spiritual consciousness.
"Nonsense, other people are the descendants of the demon sword. If the consciousness is not strong enough, how can they suppress the demonic energy of the demon sword?"
During the conversation, another foreign youth stepped onto the battlefield step by step, his steps were steady, and the footsteps were like a giant beast stomping the ground, making a sound of "dong, dong, dong".
His head was covered with long fiery red hair, which fell straight to the ground, very handsome and a little strange.
"Puluguo, Gu Mo." He stood calmly on the battlefield, with a strange light in his eyes.
It is also one of the seventy-two small countries in the Western Regions, with extraordinary talent and very powerful spiritual sense.
Obviously, these foreign youths were invited by the underground gambling palace to stop Feng Feiyun.
There are dozens of such foreign youths below, all of them are not trivial, even if they know Feng Feiyun's strength, and they know that they may die, but for the belief in their hearts, they can still fight to the death.
It is precisely because their beliefs are very strong that they are not afraid of life and death.
How can the underground gambling palace have such a huge power to call on the geniuses of the seventy-two countries in the Western Regions
It should be related to the immortal cultivation power behind the underground gambling palace. This immortal cultivation power is absolutely huge.
"God of the sky, give me strength."
The long scarlet hair on Gu Mo's head fluttered in the wind, like a long blood-colored river, turning his fair face red, a faint shadow condensed between his eyebrows, immortal style, with a childlike face, wearing a blue robe, Incomparably holy, like an old god.