With the bombardment of rounds of golden pillars of light, the entire sky seemed to be left with only a vast piece of golden light. Under the horrified gaze of everyone, Zhang Yang and Cangsong Daoren seemed to be the masters of the two star fields, engaged in a star war.

'Knock knock'

Although the Cangsong Dao people had strengthened the Star Light Curtain, it was still difficult to compete with such a large number of golden pillars of light. As the bombing progressed, the light curtain of the stars became fainter and fainter, and finally it was completely unbearable and was pierced through a hole.

'Bang-'

Pillars of golden light pierced through the hole and shot into the vast void.

'Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang'

When the first hole appeared, things were out of control, Cangsong Dao people were completely messed up, the star light curtain was difficult to maintain, and one after another was hit by the golden light pillar out of the hole, and soon it was a pair of holes full of holes and precarious.

And the situation of Cangsong Daoren is even more sinister, his face is as pale as paper, his pupils are bloodshot, his expression is hideous and terrifying, and he no longer has the sanctimonious state he had before.

"Alas. ”

Seeing this, the Dao Jian Master in the distance clasped his hands together and said, "Cangsong Daoyou, I'm here to help you!"

Taixuanmen and Rulaizong are the leaders of Daomen and Buddhism respectively, and they jointly plan for the major events of Xianmen. The two major factions have always been friends of the world, and now when they see their allies in distress, they naturally cannot stand idly by.

I saw the Venerable Master reciting the secret texts of Buddhism, and his body was full of golden light, and his body was plated with the golden color of Zhuang Sheng, and he became the Supreme Venerable, an arhat.

'Knock, knock, knock, knock'

At the moment when the light curtain of the stars was completely shattered, the Venerable Master Dao Jian arrived in time, opened the secret method of Buddhism, and protected the Cangsong Dao people behind him with the golden body of the Arhat and the bombardment of the pillar of light.

'Boom Boom'

It was as if it was more than a dozen French cannons, and the sound of firing at the same time, the entire sky was blown to the ground. Dao Jian maintained a posture of folding his hands, and when the protective shield was shattered, he resisted with his physical body, and every time he carried a bombardment, his body exploded backwards and retreated.

"Master Daojian, are you okay?"

Cangsong Daoren, who was protected in the rear, endured his injuries and gritted his teeth and asked.

"It doesn't matter, the vajra body of the poor monk has reached the realm of Dacheng, even if it is a human immortal, it is difficult to hurt the poor monk"

Dao Jian clasped his hands together and said lightly.

However, before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly saw it.

In the golden light in front of him, a figure suddenly rushed out, and surging mana surged out, far surpassing these golden pillars of light.

Immediately after, the majestic mana condensed into layers of golden light, draped over the figure, and plated him with a layer of golden armor. Suddenly, the clouds changed, as if General Fei was coming to the mortal world.

"King Kong body, huh, come and take my punch!"

Zhang Yang snorted coldly, raised his jade-like fist, and slammed it forward.

'Boom'

Suddenly, the sky seemed to be roaring like a dragon and a tiger, and the sky shook. The fierce fists poured into the void, forming a storm dragon visible to the naked eye, mighty and mighty, almost a hundred zhang long, driving the surrounding heaven and earth vitality for several kilometers, and roared!

This is originally a fighting boxing method, and it is blessed by the true martial arts, which can be described as a tiger with wings and great power. At the beginning, on the island of Xingzhou Borneo, Zhang Yang could kill the wolf god with one punch, and now the power can shake the innate immortals.

"Not good. ”

Dao Jian's face changed slightly, and his fighting instinct for many years told him that this punch could not be resisted.

"Vajra Seal!"

I saw Dao Jian snorting sullenly, and his hands knotted the Buddha Gate Vajra Seal. Streams of brilliant Buddha light burst out from his body, converging and forming in the void, condensing into a large swastika, which lay in front of Dao Jian. This swastika mantra is extremely concise and indestructible, like a dam in front of the tide, even if it is the waves of the river and the sea, it can be borne by one force.

Those Buddhist disciples of the Rulai Sect, when they saw this simple-shaped swastika, showed pious and convincing expressions, folded their hands, and recited the Buddhist Diamond Sutra.

Different from the vajra body, the vajra seal is the supreme secret book of the Nyolai sect, and only when the vajra body is cultivated to the highest level and approved by the Buddha is worthy of having the vajra seal. There are very few monks who can display the vajra seal in the huge Rulai Sect.

"Even the Vajra seal has been cultivated, and the Venerable Dao Jian is a hundred feet ahead, go further. ”

Even the other immortal monks were amazed.

But Zhang Yang didn't care so much, he drove a storm of vitality of nearly 100 zhang, and smashed it on the head with one punch!

'Boom!'

Like a dragon-like storm of vitality, it collided head-on with the swastika mantra, and an unprecedented vibration sound erupted, and the sky was instantly eclipsed, and the sky and the earth seemed to be only a piece of gold. This huge sound wave spread out layer by layer like a tide, spreading to every corner of the abyss world.

'Shhh

The majestic vitality storm is like a high-speed rotating cutting machine, with a sharp blade, sweeping in all directions. The storm slashed violently on the surface of the swastika mantra, and countless broken fists turned into blade-like afterglow and spread out, and even the void was marked one after another.

100 zhang, 50 zhang, 30 zhang.

Ten zhang, five zhang, three zhang.

The initial hundred-zhang long Yuan Qi Storm was accompanied by a violent loss of strength, and its length decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon it was less than a zhang long. And the swastika mantra, which is as steady as a, is full of holes at this time, and the light flickers and fades, which is obviously the end of the tree.

'Bang!'

Like the sound of a blue and white porcelain vase breaking.

I saw Zhang Yang pushing this last storm of vitality and smashing it forward, and he smashed the swastika mantra with all his might. Immediately, his punch slammed into the face of the Venerable Dao Jian.

In an instant, the facial features of the Venerable Dao Jian were twisted together, and the golden body of the Arhat was shattered into pieces.

'Boom!'

The fist exploded, like an aviation missile exploding, and the figure of Master Dao Jian exploded five hundred feet!

And Zhang Yang stepped in the air, rushed over, and stepped on it with one foot:

"Cracked mountains and rivers!"

Suddenly, Wan Jun's true power pressed down in the air, and a poignant cloud ring bloomed in the sky. Master Dao Jian was trampled on the chest by this kick, and his body exploded downward, directly sinking into the depths of the ground fifty meters!

There was a dead silence in the room.

If the Dao Jian Master of the Lai Sect, the realm of human immortals, is a Venerable in Buddhism, an arhat, and a vajra body, even the Vajra seal can be transformed, and it can be said that he is the master of Buddhism.

But he couldn't even resist Zhang Yang's punch and kick?

Everyone looked at Zhang Yang in amazement, as if they were looking at a god and demon.

Master Jiuding, one of the four elders of the Five Elements Sect, can be ranked in the top three of the Five Elements Sect in terms of true strength.

Master Lei Xing, the deputy sect master of Thunder Mountain, was born with a lot of talent, and he fought all over the world with a thousand thunder red snake tricks, and his cultivation was second only to the mountain master of Thunder Mountain.

Cangsong Daoren, the head of the Daomen, the law enforcement elder of the Taixuanmen.

There is also the Venerable Master Daojian, a Buddhist monk, a vajra body, and an arhat venerable who is not born in the world.

Such four human immortal-level powerhouses, they are all among the best in the immortal world, and when facing the natives of this earth, they were defeated in turn, and only Mo Qing of Qingyun Sect could still stand.

No one is surprised, no one is afraid!

The entire Primordial Shrine, from east to west, south to north, everyone lost their voices in unison. Even if he was on the same level as the four of them, Mo Qing of the Qingyun Sect was like a fish in his throat, unable to speak.

"How is this possible..."

Countless people were dumbfounded, as if they were seeing myths.

Whether they believe it or not, the facts are here. Seeing Zhang Yang step out, he came directly to Cangsong Daoren, and snorted coldly:

"My father, how did he die?"

After a long time, he finally heard his father's name mentioned again.

Before this, although he also knew something, but after all, he was still a scale, and he only knew that his father had entered the Xianmen, but what happened in the Xianmen, and why he offended the Taixuanmen, all of this is unknown.

"Hehe!" Cangsong Daoist heard this, and said with a low chuckle:

"No comment. ”

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Yang contemptuously, as if provocatively: "The only thing I can tell you is that in the secular world, your father was killed by my sword. I thought you should have been there, but don't remember?"

When Zhang Yang heard this, his expression was solemn.

In my mind, I remembered the words that my adoptive father Liu Daneng had said on his deathbed a few years ago.

“... I watched your dad be killed... The man who killed your dad... They are not mortals, they are heavenly immortals, stepping on the clouds..."

Although Zhang Yang didn't know if he had seen that image, he could imagine part of it from the accounts of these different people. On a snowy night, his father, Zhang Lingshan, wearing an army green coat and wrapping the young man in the coat, traveled south from Kyoto to Nanjiang and completed the last journey of his life.

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