"Steamed buns, protect yourself. Leave the rest of the battle to me. ”

Qin Feng had already regarded the steamed buns as his younger brother in his heart, and in the face of real danger, Qin Feng instinctively protected the steamed buns.

"Brother Qin, you don't have to worry about me. I still have this in my hand, and I might be able to help you. ”

As he spoke, Mantou took out the relics he had obtained before and put them on a page of the book that flew out of his eyebrows.

I saw the relics quietly suspended on the emerald jade page of the book, and the Buddha lotus appeared around the relics, bathed in the golden Buddha flame, and the buds of the Buddha lotus opened in the golden Buddha flame.

Mantou put a page of the book in front of him, closed his eyes cross-legged, and recited the "Diamond Sutra", and the relics projected a golden light onto the body of Mantou, and he suddenly had a golden light all over his body, looking like a Buddha who had descended into the world.

At this time, the steamed bun put his left hand on his chest, and his right hand pointed at the flower, and a golden Buddha light shrouded Qin Feng's body.

A vicissitudes of life and a simple aura emanated from Qin Feng's body, and Qin Feng also felt that the power from the ancient Buddha was enveloping his body, and this power had the same power origin as the vajra divine power in his body.

The two homologous forces formed a wonderful flow and fusion inside and outside Qin Feng's body.

With the blessing of the golden Buddha light of the relics, Qin Feng felt the surging strength wandering in every corner of his body, and every inch of his muscles and blood was filled with explosive power.

Qin Feng felt that the current casual blow would be much stronger than the extreme strength he had exerted before.

In addition, this Buddhist force is both offensive and defensive, in addition to giving Qin Feng an unrivaled attack power, it also gives him a defensive power like a steel fortress.

Looking at the dark stone statue in front of him that was stubbornly guarding the ashlar in the center of the altar, Qin Feng's legs kicked suddenly, shooting like an arrow towards the dark stone statue in front of him, leaving only afterimages on the ground.

Facing the sudden attack of Qin Feng, the five dark stone statues facing each other shot at the same time, blood flashed, and five flying slashes flew out of the stone sword.

The flying slash was as fast as the wind, and when it came to Qin Feng's eyes, a screaming sound of breaking wind came from mid-air.

In Qin Feng's hand, Tai Sui, three sword intents were already entwined.

Black immortal immortal immortal sword intent.

The domineering sword intent of the golden qi swallowing mountains and rivers.

The cyan ethereal sword intent.

Although the three sword intents have their own weights, they are all among the strongest sword intents in the world.

At this moment, the three sword intents were wrapped around Tai Sui, even if Qin Feng's own realm strength was too weak to exert one percent of the original power, he still released the power of the sword that was overwhelming in the world.

Moving the sword into a shield, the three sword intents turned into a three-color Taiji diagram, and the five flying slashes of the dark stone statue collided on the sword and shield, bursting out with a deafening sound, and the qi rolled up a storm, like a steel knife blade, constantly washing around.

After the blade storm, there was not a trace left on the altar, which shows how hard the mysterious altar is.

Qin Feng, who was resisting the power of the flying slash head-on, only felt that there were five thousand zhang waterfalls impacting the sword and shield.

If it was the original Qin Feng, in the face of such a huge impact, the whole person would probably fly out upside down, but with the blessing of the golden Buddha light of the relics, the power in his body would be stronger when it was stronger, and it would burst out with even more powerful power under the huge impact.

In a golden light, Qin Feng felt as if his entire body had turned into a small mountain, and no matter how the five thousand-zhang waterfalls washed away, they couldn't shake him for half a point.

Seeing that the flying slash was ineffective, the ten dark stone statues launched an attack on Qin Feng together.

This time, instead of a blood light appearing on the surface of the dark stone statue, a piece of blood light was connected together, like a blood cloud, thinking of Qin Feng floating over.

In this blood cloud, there are killing moves and abilities from all races.

Like a cloud of doom that brings despair and death.

Facing the full attack of the ten dark stone statues, Qin Feng faced the blood cloud and stepped out step by step, going against the trend.

With each step, a bloody footprint with a golden Buddha flame is left on the altar.

Because he couldn't withstand the pressure beyond the limit, blood continued to flow out of Qin Feng's body, staining Qin Feng into a bloody man.

However, none of this could stop Qin Feng's progress.

The dark gold blood in Qin Feng's body, because of the strong oppressive force of the outside world, has been further awakened.

I saw that the flowers on the other side bloomed around Qin Feng, and the dark golden nether flame was released from the stamens of the flowers on the other side, and a little spark ignited Qin Feng's entire body.

In the raging flames, Qin Feng, whose face was covered in blood, looked like a madman, like a Shura from the Netherworld Abyss.

At this time, the steamed bun behind Qin Feng was not optimistic.

The divine consciousness of the steamed bun has now been fused with a page of the book, thus stimulating the power of the Buddha contained in the relics, and at the same time, Qin Feng is bound to the power of the Buddha of the relics, and any power that Qin Feng bears, after the transmission of the relics and a page of the book, the steamed bread will bear one-third.

Under the violent impact of the blood cloud, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of the steamed bun's mouth, but the steamed bun didn't care, and still chanted the "Diamond Sutra".

At the same time, outside the blood-colored tornado surrounding the altar, Murong Xue used the "Twenty-four Solar Terms" six-style sword move, constantly slashing at the blood-colored tornado, consuming the blood and qi of the altar, and shouted loudly, "If we don't take the opportunity to smash this magic circle now, we will all die here later!"

When the forces on the side were on guard against each other, they did not take action when they heard Murong Xue's words, and they were all worried about backstabbing from the enemy.

"Miss Murong is right. If we don't strike now, we won't have a chance to destroy the circle in the future. You've seen the terrifying power of the stone statues with your own eyes, and as long as the circle exists, you won't be able to kill them. ”

After a monk from the academy finished speaking, he rushed towards the blood-colored tornado and attacked with all his strength without hesitation.

"Yes! If we continue to fight with each other like this, in the end, we will not even want to take a single treasure with us. ”

After another monk from the academy finished speaking, he also raised his sword and rushed towards the blood-colored dragon scroll.

"When we break the circle here, we'll divide it up. ”

A monk from the Emperor's family then rushed towards the blood-colored tornado.

Subsequently, not only the human race, but also the demon race, the demon race, and the ghost race, more and more monks rushed towards the blood-colored tornado, consuming the blood qi stored in the altar.

However, there are still monks among the various clans who are unwilling to contribute and restore their corrections in the same place, ready to enjoy the benefits of the fisherman.

"Shall we take a chance to take their treasure?"

The skinny little girl leaned into the dragon's ear and asked quietly, but she smelled the smell of many good babies nearby.

With a bang, the dragon knocked on the little head of the dragon and said sharply, "Now is not the time to be playful. ”

"Is this magic circle very powerful? Can't even crack it?"

The beating of the dragon was not painful at all, but the little girl still habitually touched her head and asked suspiciously.

Among the four ghosts of purgatory, the one is the oldest, the strongest, and the most proficient in the formation.

"Look, yes. However, the real key to breaking this formation lies in the two inside. Wei looked at the blood-colored tornado and said intently.

Although the monks outside were able to consume some of the blood qi stored in the formation by attacking the blood-colored tornado, the effect was limited, and the real dangerous battle was still in the storm.

"There's one guy we've met before, but he's a lot stronger now, I can't beat him anymore. ”

Wei also looked at the blood-colored tornado, her thin little hand touched the serrated machete on the side that was longer than her height, and said with some regret, because she smelled the smell of a lot of good treasures on Qin Feng's body, "There is also a little monk, who is covered in light, so scared of ghosts!"

Hearing the description of the dragon, the face of the dragon that has not smiled all the year round smiled, this description is too vivid, right?

However, the steamed bun has already completed the cultivation of the eighteen Arhats, and with the help of a page of books and relics by chance, the golden body Arhat magic can be regarded as a small success.

In the eyes of the ghost clan, the Vajra divine power on the steamed bun is as dazzling as a flame in the night, and even if you look at it for a long time, it will burn your eyes.

Of course, if the ghost clan monk can pass the tenth layer of the eighteenth layer of purgatory, he will be able to have the power to fight against the Buddhist family.

Prior to this, the power of Buddhism naturally suppressed the ghost monks.

In this heaven and earth, this is the way of heaven.

"Appreciate it! This is the first time in a hundred years that the four clans have attacked together, and it may be the last. The boss of the Four Ghosts of Purgatory said, looking at the blood-colored tornado.

Mei stretched out her tongue and licked the blood remaining on her lips, and asked puzzled about her decision, "Why don't you take the opportunity to kill a few more opponents?"

For Mei, blood and killing are the top priorities.

If you want to die, you should kill a few more to be able to do this.

The black and white impermanence on the side pointed to a Terran sword cultivator wearing a hat and holding a long sword not far away, and said, "If you can win that guy, we won't stop you." ”

Mei looked up at the celebrity human sword cultivator and snorted coldly.

Without a reminder of black and white impermanence, Mei could clearly feel the sword intent and murderous aura on that sword cultivator's body, like a sharp sword blade that couldn't be hidden.

If the ghost clan wants to find someone who can fight this person, it may only be the boss of the four ghosts in Purgatory.

Moreover, this sword cultivator had exuded a murderous aura as deep as an abyss from the very beginning, and the target was the person in the blood-colored tornado.

It seems to be an undying grudge.

In the blood-colored tornado, Qin Feng's whole body was shrouded in golden Buddha light, the blood contaminated on the surface of his body burned into a dark golden netherworld flame, and every step under his feet left a Buddha flame footprint, and the black, gold, and blue three-color sword intent wrapped around Tai Sui in his hand, as Qin Feng's mind returned to one, he directly slashed a sword towards the dark stone statue in front of him.

The three-color sword qi slashed the snow cloud in half in half.

The vajra divine power in Qin Feng's whole body exploded at the same time, forming a strange connection with the golden Buddha light of the relics that wrapped his body, and a Venerable Arhat Dharma appeared around Qin Feng's body.

A total of nine Arhats.

In addition, the phantom of the Nine Yao Star slowly rose from behind Qin Feng, like a bright starlight that suddenly appeared in the darkness.

Qin Feng burst out with all his strength, passed through the snow clouds, and rushed towards the ashline in the center of the altar.

The two stone statues stopped in front of Qin Feng, only to hear a loud tooth-aching sound of "bump", and Qin Feng's body slammed into the stone body of the stone statue.

Under the violent impact, Qin Feng spurted out a mouthful of blood and landed on the two stone statues, these dark golden blood not only could not be absorbed, but burned fiercely, and the blood stored in the stone statues also burned when it came into contact with the Netherworld Flame.

The blood in the stone statue's body burned and consumed, and the altar was unable to provide more blood to the stone statue in order to support the defense of the blood-colored tornado, which made Qin Feng wait for the opportunity.

After being scorched by the Nether Flames, the stone armor on the surface of the statue is no longer hard and indestructible.

Qin Feng waved the Tai Sui in his hand, and the three-colored sword qi soared into the sky, rushing away the two dark stone statues that were in the way.

Then, the sword qi fell heavily again, smashing on the stone statues, directly shattering half of the inner bodies of the two dark stone statues.

With a gust of wind, Qin Feng stepped through the broken fragments of the stone statue, and finally came to the center of the Blood Altar, inserting the Tai Sui in his hand into the ashlar.