The ruins of the ancient temple, this is an imprisoned space, many relics are preserved, and it is a place of pilgrimage for Buddhist cultivation in the world.
"Yun Yang, this is the ancient temple of Wangxin. In the past, a thousand-mile Buddha city and a temple of ten thousand families were built. Since the catastrophe came 10,000 years ago, this place has been reduced to ruins. It was almost destroyed. After the era of Buddhist cultivation, there was a period of darkness and chaos that lasted for thousands of years, and all the nine layers and nine Buddhist treasures here were dug up, leaving nothing behind.”
Lu Fengxian, the head of the tenth hall of Senluo Hall, stood on the top of the two-headed giant python, more than seven meters above the ground, wrapped in black robes, strong and fierce, especially his pair of eyes, enough to make everyone bow their heads.
A group of evil monks in hooded black robes followed.
Yun Yang said: "Palace Master, 10,000 years have not let this place disappear? There are still so many ancient ruins, each of which carries a very strong Buddha."
Among the ruins, a broken template is flowing with Buddha's light, and a half-broken Buddha statue is still echoing the Buddha's voice.
Lu Fengxian smiled and said, "Although the era of Buddhist cultivation has come to an end, over the past 10,000 years, there have been many real Buddhists born on this land. They are very powerful! Almost all of these real Buddhas will come to the ancient temple ruins to make pilgrimages. Arrange your own Buddhist path and plant a piece of Buddhism. If you don’t reach the realm of a giant, it is extremely difficult to break a tile here. Even if you reach the realm of a giant, you want to destroy an ancient temple. There may be catastrophe.”
Yun Yang's eyes narrowed, and the spear in his hand stabbed out like lightning, piercing a vermillion Buddha wall, bang long! A large cloud of dust fell.
Yun Yang took back the spear, nodded, and said, "If I was outside, my spear would be enough to pierce a mountain, but here I can only pierce a wall. It seems that there have been countless eminent monks who have come here to make arrangements over the past 10,000 years. I have used the means to protect this ruins."
"Yun Yang, don't shoot at will. If you anger the guardians in this ancient temple ruins, you may be killed." Lu Fengxian frowned and said slowly.
"protector?"
"Yes! Some eminent Buddhist monks who have been reclusive for many years may have one or two true Buddhas. These old seniors live in seclusion in this site and guard this land for life."
Lu Fengxian stood at a high place, looking in the direction of Fahong Hall, and saw the explosion of electric light, the roar of voices, the confusion of people and figures, and the brilliance of the formation from time to time rose, stinging people's eyes.
Yun Yang also looked over there at the moment, and said, "The ones who took action were the most popular people in Dizifu, Wu Yangsheng from the Sun Immortal Sect, Chen Mojin from the Wanfa Immortal Sect, Li Xingtian and Liu from the Sun Moon Immortal Sect. The old man is a first-class powerhouse."
"Have you fought?"
Yun Yang shook his head and said, "I haven't fought before. It's just that Wu Yang was born in less than a hundred years and broke through the eighth level of destiny, and his talent is no less than epic."
"Chen Mojin has not yet broken through the eighth level of destiny, and he can hit twenty-seven times the attack power. Although he is not an epic-level genius, he is a bit stronger than the average epic-level world."
"Li Xingtian is good at hiding his clumsiness, his scheming and shrewdness are very deep, although his talent is a little worse than the first two, but if the three of them really want to work hard, I am more optimistic about Li Xingtian. Liu old man will not say, Bai Yue messenger. The first elder under the seat, the old-fashioned super giant, should be here for the daughter of the White Moon Messenger."
However, Lu Fengxian disagreed, saying: "Yun Yang, with your talent, you can still reach the eighth level of destiny within a hundred years. Compared with you, Wu Yangsheng is still a lot worse."
Yun Yang is neither modest nor false, saying: "Wu Yangsheng doesn't know how to be down-to-earth, he only wants to practice speed, his foundation is unstable, if there is no great opportunity, he will only stop at the eighth level of destiny in this life. peak."
"And you have a hundred years more savings than him, but you have the potential to impact the realm of real people." Lu Fengxian is still quite optimistic about Yun Yang. He is worthy of being his favorite student, and his temperament is not comparable to ordinary geniuses.
Yun Yang squinted his eyes and said, "Compared to Wu Yangsheng and Chen Mojin, I am more interested in that gust of wind. There is such a powerful person in the court, and the four great masters can't suppress him even if they join forces. A thousand battles without defeat."
Lu Fengxian nodded and said: "This is indeed a rare talent, but there are always powerful people. We can find at least four such people in Senluo Temple, and Putuo Mountain can also find three. The gate valve can also be found two, and the Daomen and the Vientiane Pagoda can also be found. There are many powerful talents, and there are naturally many such strange people in the court."
Lu Fengxian said again: "If you are against these four powerhouses, how many moves can you hold on?"
Yun Yang pondered for a moment and said, "It's hard to say, but it shouldn't be defeated within half a day."
Lu Fengxian nodded and said with a smile, "If you want to fight a gust of wind, go ahead! Killing people doesn't need to be fair, but I want to see how long he can last against the five masters."
After all, Yun Yang still didn't make a shot, because someone shot before him, and there were more than one person.
They are three evil tyrants hidden in the dark, and they have also entered the ancient temple of Suyue at this moment. The origin of these three evil tyrants is mysterious.
"These are not three people, but three corpses. Each corpse is no weaker than a super giant. Who can control three such powerful corpses at the same time?" Yun Yang stopped his footsteps, calmed his senses, and looked for The corpse driver who controlled the three corpses.
Lu Fengxian was still very calm, his eyes were full of light of wisdom, he seemed to be able to see through every part of the ancient temple ruins, and finally his eyes were fixed on a dilapidated Buddhist pagoda, on which stood a purple-robed man, dressed in chariots. The corpse robe, the corpse bell is shaken by hand, and there is a calm and domineering air on his body.
When Lu Fengxian found the man, the man also fixed his eyes on Lu Fengxian with a mocking smile.
"It's the owner of Ziming Corpse Cave, King Ziming."
Lu Fengxian withdrew his gaze, but did not fight with King Ziming. After all, there was no grudge between the two, and King Ziming was also a ruthless man with a strong cultivation base. If he really fought, no one would be able to please him.
"Isn't the Ziming Corpse Cave destroyed by the Shenwu Army?"
"There are always a few people who escaped! A corpse cave that has been passed down for thousands of years, how can it be said that it can be wiped clean."
Yun Yang immediately figured out the key and said: "It seems that King Ziming also guessed that this gust of wind was probably a chess piece arranged by the imperial court. The imperial court destroyed the Ziming corpse cave and killed a gust of wind. Interest comes back."
Lu Fengxian looked at Fahong Hall and said with a smile, "Since King Ziming wants to kill a gust of wind, let's give him a favor!"
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This is definitely an earth-shattering battle. If it happened outside, hundreds of miles around would have been turned into scorched earth.
Wu Yangsheng's Eight Beasts Patching the Sky reunited and turned into a giant beast with sharp teeth, eyes like crystal balls, and a shape like a dragon and tiger. .
Chen Mojin's 27 meteorites re-condensed and hit 27 times the attack power again, just like an extraterritorial meteorite flying down, and the destructive power is extremely frightening.
Li Xingtian and the old man guarding the Dao teamed up to play the magical "sun, moon and sky". Incomparable.
These four people are all characters from the sky and the latitude, and it is impossible to pick one person out of thousands of people. It is conceivable that the four of them will be dazzling and terrible.
The few spiritual tools Feng Feiyun had snatched up earlier had all been smashed by these four people. Only one second-grade spiritual tool, the Jidao Pagoda, was still intact, but in the face of these people, a second-grade spiritual tool could explode. After all, the power is limited, it is better to rely on a pair of fists.
"boom!"
At this moment, three war corpses wrapped in shrouds appeared, which seemed to be formed by the accumulation of countless ghosts, giving people a great pressure. It's no small matter. With one punch, a real dragon with a length of more than 100 meters flew out. This is made up of fist strength and represents the power of a dragon.
After all, there are very few people who can really recognize that these are the three war corpses, and most people still think that these are the overlords of the three evil ways.
Even in the face of the seven masters, Feng Feiyun did not retreat at all. The speed of these people was extremely fast. They often moved from one place to another, and the shadow of the original position did not disappear. For a time, the sky was everywhere. They are all human figures, as if there are thousands of powerful monks attacking.
"Boom!"
Feng Feiyun's speed was faster, like a fish and dragon, shuttled between the seven masters, his left hand was like an evil dragon, and his right hand was like a beast, and he still resisted.
In Suyue Nunnery, the three arrogant daughters of the sky have long been stunned, their beautiful eyes are swaying, unable to express their mood at the moment, it seems that they are witnessing a legend. In their hearts at the moment, there was a bit of hope that Feng Feiyun would be able to show his might, sweep the seven masters, and create a powerful situation.
"In the past, I always heard from those senior and junior sisters how powerful Wu Yangsheng was and how amazing he was, but now it seems to be nothing more than that! Feng Feiyun was only in his twenties and could beat him seven times. Teach, I must give some brains to those little girls." Liu Ruixin's face was still a little childish, like a girl, but her words were old-fashioned, and she didn't take Feng Feiyun seriously. .
Mu Xirou, however, was not very optimistic, and said, "It is already reluctant to fight against four with one, and I am afraid that with one against seven, I am afraid that the defeat will be very fast. Master Zhizang estimates that it will take half an hour to recover from the injury, a son, I am afraid It is difficult to hold on for half an hour in the hands of the seven masters, and maybe there will be stronger people who will shoot."
The souls of the three of them are now in the hands of Feng Feiyun. If Feng Feiyun is defeated, the souls of the three of them will also be buried with them. At this moment, they are naturally helping Feng Feiyun to think about it, but in fact, it is also for them. Think for yourself.