Lian Tu Dajun raised his arm, and with a big hand, he stretched out to carry the entire heaven and earth, and suddenly smashed it towards the top of Jiang Chang'an's head!

Boundless power, no creature can escape death!

However, under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, Jiang Changan actually disappeared out of thin air! In less than an instant, he crossed the void and appeared from a place a hundred zhang away! Although he was only a single wing, his speed was also outrageously fast, and no one from the old and strong families of the major families saw how he appeared or how he disappeared.

Even Tu Dajun's palm fell into the air, slapping out the two mountains.

"What a speed! How could this kid walk through the void? Even the powerful and powerful of the Great Dao Chapter couldn't do this!...... This...... This is the unique innate speed mark on the Ice Feather Obsidian Falcon!"

"Isn't that a long time ago cut off 100,000 years ago?"

Only then did they see that each flying feather on the surface of the wings was depicted with dense lines, which shone with golden light, climbing to Jiang Changan's entire back and extending to the neck.

Countless people are jealous, there are too many treasures on this kid's body, and any single one is enough to make people grab red eyes, but fortunately, his life is short, and everyone's hearts have calmed down a lot.

Burst!

Jiang Chang'an's body swung out, and his wings swung out thousands of fierce ice feathers, like flying knives, each of which was filled with the power of the void and yin.

"Phew!"

A thin wound appeared on Lian Tu Dajun's chest, and his soul power was constantly lost.

Even Tu Dajun was injured! The eyes of everyone looking at Jiang Changan changed again, if this son is not removed, there will inevitably be endless troubles!

An opportunity to breathe, the undetectable injury healed again, and even the anger and killing intent in Tu Dajun's empty eyes were intertwined, Jiang Changan's move had already angered him, and he suddenly raised a palm, and shot five golden patterns to wrap around this half-mile area, without leaking, and there was an infinite pressure in this area.

No matter how fast Jiang Chang'an was, he was trapped by the golden vein, and there was nowhere to escape, his shoulders were like pressing on three mountains, and his waist bent down step by step.

The sweat of the bean gathered on his forehead, falling like rain, he gritted his teeth and struggled to support it, but he didn't know how long he could last.

At this moment, suddenly the heavens and the earth were swept up, and a green air rolled in from the west, and everyone subconsciously looked around, only to see a Buddha statue standing in the clouds!

A big Buddha illusion bursts out of fairy energy, like a supreme god, looking down on all beings, holding Buddha's hands, pinching flowers and smiling.

Infinite majesty emanates from the holy elephant, like a fairy king, this Buddha statue is completely different from the illusion of the one-armed Great Compassion Bodhisattva, not contaminated with the breath of evil things at all, and truly has the holy appearance, the majesty of Buddhism, just feel the breath to make people awe-inspired, almost want to worship.

The divine light of the Buddha statue pervades all living beings, and the spirit shines on the world, and suddenly even the momentum of Tu Dajun's earth-destroying blow is completely lost, and it is back to its original shape. Jiang Changan suddenly sighed, and the mountain above his head moved in an instant, infinitely happy and relaxed.

Even Tu Dajun's half-open eyes showed a hint of surprise, but it was only for a moment, and then he disappeared again.

"The golden pattern has been broken! This giant's special move has been broken!"

"Who is it? who can break this behemoth's blow with the snap of a finger?"

Countless people were deeply shocked, raised their eyes and looked out, the wind and sand drifted away, and a figure slowly walked in the western sandstorm, he seemed to appear here out of thin air, and everyone was surprised - this person was too young.

The visitor was a monk, who looked only about thirty years old, young, extremely handsome, tall, wearing a shabby robe, with short black hair stubble shining like a steel needle in the skylight, his face was sad and joyless, and he wore black and bright Buddhist beads around his neck, and the most striking thing was the bookcase he was carrying, which was made of bamboo and firewood made of hemp rope, and no one could see what was hidden in it, not even the Bodhi eyes.

He walked in the wind and sand, step by step, trousers and shoes were worn to some tatters, like an ascetic, who had tasted the sorrows of the world, and I don't know how long he had been walking like this.

His expression is always serious and not smiling, but when he sees Jiang Chang'an, who is blurred with flesh and blood, he still has a smile, and that smile is very charming, I have to say that the smile on such a handsome face is enough to make many women feel excited.

"Master Jiang, you and I meet again. Now it seems that it is not too late for the poor monk to come. Buddha Yi smiled lightly, turning a deaf ear to the statue of Lian Tu Dajun, who made countless people's hearts palpitate.

At the first moment he saw him clearly, Jiang Changan couldn't help but show a look of surprise and surprise, the strength of this handsome monk far exceeded Jiang Changan's expectations, in the Lantern Festival Jiang Yidou This monk didn't use his real ability at all, otherwise he would never be able to kill Jiang Chun.

"A monk, what is the origin of this monk? is it for Jiang Chang'an?"

"This surnamed Jiang is also a damn evil, how can the people I know always be so weird? Isn't it the Dragon Emperor or a monk who can resist Lian Tu Dajun?"

Everyone talked about it, and the Buddha Yi raised his eyes to look at Lian Tu Dajun, and performed a Buddhist ceremony, just like wanting to rescue Jiang Chun from Jiang Chang'an's hands that day, and said: "Please ask the donor to raise your noble hand, let go of others, and let go of yourself, not to mention that this Jiang donor is an old friend of a poor monk, please don't have murderous thoughts anymore, forgiving others is also forgiving yourself, the donor's soul power resentment has been condensed for thousands of years, but he doesn't know how to give others a way to live, just like giving himself a way to live, let go of hatred, and the road is empty." ”

Even Tu Dajun's eyes were full of murderous aura, and the dead qi on his body strangled away, like two flying spears, and the two spears were like two real dragons entangled and surrounded, and the entire Yingshui Stream could be divided into two in an instant, even if a group of spectators stood a hundred feet away, the cold wind of hunting was almost unable to open their eyes.

Before the spear approached, the robe trembled, and in the eyes of everyone, the monk seemed to be a dead man.

The Buddha robe made a pinched flower print, turned his hand to meet the two spears, and lightly popped out his middle finger, and a little green appeared on his fingertips!

When!

The two spears slammed into the blue glow in unison, creaking and "pop!"

"This monk ...... Caught it again!"

Everyone was dumbfounded, this guy looked like he was only thirty years old, and he was only stronger than Ling Wuji, and even far above him!

Buddha Yi shook his head lightly and said: "Donor, I heard what the poor monk said, all sentient beings have the wisdom and virtue of my Buddha, but because of delusional attachment, they do not attain it. The donor will turn back as soon as possible and forgive himself......"

It seemed that it was unbearable for the monk to mumble and preach, even Tu Dajun jumped into anger, waved his hands to knot the spell, an ancient saying shouted angrily, the sky trembled, countless people looked up to the sky, and nine colorful mountains appeared at the zenith, colorful, like a peacock with an open screen, sitting on the clouds, like painting a fairyland.

Nine mountains were controlled by him in the palm of his hand, and smashed towards the monk, all of them fell back and fell out like a burst, crackling and exploding between the mountains, and dozens of cracks opened in the Yingshui stream, each of which was wider than the mountains, densely covered like palm prints, constantly spreading, blinking an eye out of a hundred miles, and even extending to the Ghost Gate Stone Pass.

Everyone swallowed their saliva with difficulty, pierced through the cracks of a hundred miles, and raised their hands to destroy the power of the world, what is contained in the ancient books is not groundless, this is true! Even the power realm of Tu Dajun is already difficult to estimate, and I believe that no one can survive under these nine mountains.

However, an even more shocking scene happened-

He hadn't moved yet, but slowly took out something from the bookbox behind him: a green branch, two feet slender, with three green leaves, green and dense, said to be an ordinary branch, but it carried an independent Tao of its own, as if it had already existed when the world first opened.

The Buddha's robe was thrown lightly, and the green branches flew into the top of the clouds like lightning, and the green qi gave birth to thick clouds, and suddenly everyone heard the chanting of the Buddha's voice, and then the vision made everyone suffocate:

A corner of rubble was actually revealed between the clouds and mist in the sky, slowly revealing the whole picture, it is a long-standing temple, the apricot yellow courtyard wall, the blue-gray temple ridge, the pale green towering ancient wood, completely bathed in this blue world, the Dharma is strict, the sound of knocking the wooden fish is accompanied by a low chanting, making people feel a relaxation of washing and cleansing the soul, all the distractions of the seven emotions and six desires are no longer important, and at this moment, there is no room for the existence of desire.

Temple in the Clouds!

This divine power looked at the crowd, and when they came back to their senses, there was an endless stream of worshippers who knelt on the ground, and they put their hands together and raised their chests, foreheads, and heads. Then he crawled on the ground, and threw himself into the ground, so that the scorched earth was sunken, and he carried out the most devout worship.