For a moment, the battle that was originally raging came to an abrupt halt!
After a long time, Feng Qingyang on the ground suddenly trembled, and light emerged from his body. The judge suddenly flew up, and a gray light curtain was slowly injected.
As a result, he began to tremble even more violently. After a quarter of an hour, Feng Qingyang suddenly turned over and stood up. As he stood up, a big hole appeared on his chest!
“Here again!”
He sighed inwardly, wondering when he would get a heart-protection mask to wear, otherwise he would always get shot through the chest. The chest is the weakest part of his body.
After the last fight, which was in Hongluo Sect, his chest was pierced once. Fortunately, he had the essence of faith to recover, but what grew out was new flesh after all, and he needed to be tempered slowly.
Who knew that it would be pierced again at this time!
"You poisonous dragon, don't be so arrogant. I, Feng Qingyang, will blow your head off and kill you!" Feng Qingyang was unwilling and annoyed. He then sat cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate.
The essence of faith is immense and boundless, it can be described as a wisp of remnant thought of the ancient holy Buddha. The energy contained in it is naturally innumerable. Just like now, Feng Qingyang has recovered again, but the essence of faith dormant in his body still does not seem to have decreased at all.
Having said that, the more he uses, the less he has. Originally, the essence of faith was the source for him to use to overcome the tribulation, but now it is being consumed one after another.
"Poisonous dragon!"
Feng Qingyang growled and settled all the old and new grudges together. After recovering, he suddenly rushed towards the sea. This time he was more careful and would not be caught off guard like last time!
“Ouch!”
The poisonous dragon was immediately led out of the sea above his head. The two looked at each other, and they were like enemies meeting each other with envy. Feng Qingyang used the Blood Demon Handprint to blow up its head, and its magical power also opened up Feng Qingyang's originally fragile chest again!
"Die, poisonous dragon!"
He shook his body, and a strange vision came. The image of Qiong Zun suddenly appeared. A giant beast as big as a mountain appeared out of thin air on the sea, and at this time, he was standing high on Qiong Zun's forehead.
Full of domineering power and overwhelming pressure!
Boom!
As soon as the Dharma body was condensed, it took on the poisonous dragon's magical power. The magical power was still the same bead as before, but this time the condensation speed was even faster.
Feng Qingyang was almost stunned by the blow. When he showed his Dharma image, he found that there were cracks in the Dharma image of the Qiong Zun. How unlucky was this? How much hatred was there
"You're playing dirty, go to hell!"
With a roar, Hou Zun roared and rushed forward suddenly, like a moving mountain. Any of his attacks contained the power of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.
Damn it, he raised his leg and kicked the poisonous dragon under his feet. Feng Qingyang succeeded in his attack and flew down with a whoosh. With a turn of his magic power, he suddenly transformed into several giants of different heights.
The zombie's true form appeared in the world, with a green face, fangs, and flying hair. Feng Qingyang naturally wanted to eat the blood and drink the flesh of such a powerful poisonous dragon!
With a clasp of his hands, he instantly made the poisonous dragon explode. The huge force burst out, causing huge waves on the sea below. However, with the appearance of Hou Zun again, Feng Qingyang was not stained by a single drop of water!
He held onto the dragon's tail, swung it up with a whoosh, and slammed it heavily onto the water. In an instant, screams were heard and pieces of dragon scales fell off, accompanied by blood. It was injured in just one blow.
"It turned out to be the wax head of the silver spear!"
Feng Qingyang laughed loudly. After two attacks, he finally understood the flaw of the evil dragon. It looked powerful, but its body defense was actually weak. No wonder he had blown its head off with one palm strike before!
After thinking about it, he laughed again, and swung the poisonous dragon towards the void. In a short moment, he smashed it into pieces, and at the last blow, he collided with the Qilin Fate.
Similarly, when Feng Qingyang came over, he controlled the power of the Dharma image and raised his leg to launch a war trampling!
“Ouch!”
A scream was heard, and the poisonous dragon that was struggling happily suddenly drooped down, like a deflated ball, floating on the sea with its body drooping.
"Dead?"
Feng Qingyang said in surprise, then put away his Dharma image, turned back into human form, flew down from the void, looked at the poisonous dragon that was gradually dyeing the sea red, and suddenly moved his whole body.
"Why are you so fragile? You almost seriously injured me with this thing?"
His face turned black, like a piece of charcoal, and he grabbed it with his big hand, as if it were a worm, and lifted it up. After thinking for a while, he started to skin it!
"The sea of suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore. Since we have already decided who is better, why not show mercy and give up a way to live?"
Just when Feng Qingyang was about to take action, a low voice suddenly came from the sea. Feng Qingyang trembled all over. There was no one else here. Even if there was, there was only one, and that was the figure on the sea before!
His eyes spun and immediately locked onto the source of the sound. Upon taking a closer look, it was indeed him. He had originally been sitting cross-legged, but now he had stood up. He was wearing a black robe, and everything except his head was covered in the black robe.
There was no aura emitted from his body, just like an ordinary person. But even so, Feng Qingyang still felt a lingering fear. He didn't know who he was, but he could feel a little palpitation!
It was an oppressive force. There was no denying that this person must be a great being in the Dao Transformation Realm, and a leader among them. He might even be in the middle stage of the Dao Transformation Realm!
"Who are you?"
Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively. As he spoke, his whole body tensed up and he exerted his strength, ready to unleash his strongest magical power at any time.
"Hahaha, fellow Taoist, don't be afraid. My Buddhist name is Du'e, you can call me Monk Du'e!"
Then he put his hands together, chanted "Amitabha", and lifted up the black robe on his head, revealing a bald head with two rows of precepts on it! What else could he be but a monk
"Monk?"
Feng Qingyang was startled, his eyes flashed with disbelief, and his heart was filled with turmoil. Wasn't it said that Buddhism had long been lost in the spirit world? Even if it existed, it would be a small bald donkey in the lower world of cultivation.
But the one in front of him now is indeed a monk, and a super powerful one among monks. Looking at the pure Buddha's power all over his body, it would be strange if he is not a monk.
"Saint Monk Du'e, I am honored to be here."
Since he is a monk, there should be no danger. Feng Qingyang bowed in a pretentious manner. In fact, at the moment he bowed, thousands of thoughts had already flashed through his mind.
"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to harbor murderous intent against me. What you saw was only my residual soul. It will not cause any harm to you. Moreover, my true form is this Tower of Deliverance! Even if there was any harm to you, I would have done it the moment you came in!"
(ps: Brothers who are reading this book, if you see this, can you add my QQ, 314871747? It is really lonely to write alone, and I am most afraid that no one will read it. Alas!)