The Tianquan Sage fought with the Immeasurable Buddha and instantly became the focus of heaven and earth.

The true element gushes out of the body of the Tianquan Sage, and the energy is not amazing in terms of volume, only the condensed threads can be seen in the Tianquan River, and when dispersed, it is even rarer, becoming the sediment and stars dotted in the river.

Although it is rare, no one dares to underestimate this energy.

The long river is mighty and the soup is gone, the water in the river is fierce, the true yuan mist is sprayed thin, and where it passes, the space collapses, and a little gray mist appears, as well as Mo Ming's thunder tongue.

The True Yuan Changhe is very dexterous, writhing like a winding giant snake, shaking its huge body.

When the river approached, the riverbed in front of it suddenly cracked, and the originally regular Zhenyuan River changed, and it really came to life, becoming an open-mouthed python that swallowed the immeasurable Buddha in one gulp.

The true yuan swelled on the riverbank, mixed with white splashes, carrying a rich oppression, no different from the scales of the white dragon.

The great river forked open, and from it shot a stream of true element, like a thin rope, wrapped around the immeasurable Buddha and pulled it towards Hanoi.

Grunt.

The true element riots in the river converge together, like a peristaltic intestine, to digest the Buddha inside.

The Heavenly Spring Sage sneered.

This is his housekeeping skills, the long river is not so simple.

At the bottom of the True Yuan River, there is a hidden divine art, which is covered by the True Yuan and quietly gathers momentum.

The Heavenly Spring Sage had almost seen the scene of the immeasurable Buddha being robbed and bleeding.

In the first step, the river meanders, closing all retreats for the bald man, putting pressure on him to no longer be distracted from selling the scriptures.

In the second step, the power of the true yuan poured out, and he did not expect to seriously injure the Buddha, but only to be able to drag him to Hanoi.

The third step is the method hidden by the Tianquan Sage, and there is still half of the true yuan hidden at the bottom of the river, gathering one of his divine skills.

Purple electric clear cream.

The existence of this divine art is not a secret, it is the most widely spread divine art among the Terran monks, and it comes from the ancient holy forbidden land.

If you want to refine this technique, you need Purple Thunder and Moon Frost.

Purple Thunder was born in Shenxiao, close to the birthplace of the Heavenly Tribulation, it is difficult to obtain, as for the moon frost, it is taken from the moon star, if you want to go to the moon in the sky from the ten places and retrieve the morning frost, the difficulty is no different from ascending to the sky.

But the Tianquan Sage still mastered this "most widespread" divine art.

The reason why it spreads most widely is that its owner, the Ancient Holy Forbidden Land, deliberately did it.

This technique originated from the Ancient Holy Forbidden Land.

As long as the monk pays a great price, or has the value of the ancient holy forbidden land, he can obtain this technique.

Of course, the most widely spread divine technique is still compared to other divine arts, and it is not easy to obtain the purple electric clear frost and then refine it.

Tianquan Sage has been a lifelong duty, never married an aunt, only strives for creation, except for cultivation, there is no other additional expenses, Yuanshi only enters and does not leave, and there is a lot of surplus.

Purple Electric Clear Frost was purchased by him at an auction, and later successfully cultivated it and became a hole card.

Later, the Tianquan Sage relied on the divine magic of purple electricity to clear the frost, won in a great creation, received the empowerment of chance, mastered the Seventh Heavenly Spring Law, achieved the name of the little sage, compressed the vitality in the body, and transformed into the true element.

The Tianquan Sage gave up most of his family wealth for the Purple Electric Qingshuang, and he was once blinded by the saints around him, but later, the various encounters of the Tianquan Sage proved that his choice was right and very forward-looking.

The power of divine art is difficult to guess, and it is with divine magic that Tianquan Saint can get the opportunity to make a breakthrough and become a little saint, ranking on the list of saints, and ranking among the strongest thousand saints in the ten places.

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He thought very well, as long as he could pull the immeasurable Buddha into the river, and use the Tianquan True Yuan to cast the purple electric clear frost, the divine thunder hit his face, and the immeasurable Buddha would be scorched.

It was not a secret that he possessed the Purple Electric Clear Frost, but the first time he met the Infinite Buddha, since he had never fought before, the other party naturally had no way of knowing.

Since you don't know, you will suffer a big loss in this area.

The immeasurable Buddha slashed horizontally with his backhand, striking out a piece of Buddha symbols, among which there were shining Buddha seals, clustered and swept towards the long river of Zhenyuan. The bottom of the river was unknown, so he was naturally reluctant to venture into it.

However, the Buddhist symbols he swept down were scattered, and they were not complete, although the power of a single power was not weak, but it lacked integrity and unity, just like a fist hitting a sponge, although the strength was great, but it could not be said that the opponent was defeated, and when the strength of the fist was exhausted, it was convenient to restore the original appearance.

The long river of Tianquan is vast, and the true yuan in it is constantly replenished, maintaining the restraints, like a sponge, difficult to defeat.

The immeasurable Buddha hesitated for a moment, he had his own complete scriptures to type, and he believed that he could cut off the long river of true yuan and get out of trouble, but that would consume his great internal strength.

Instead, the Buddha took out a bamboo tube, which was black and simple, with a sense of age, and the edges of the tube had been worn, which could be seen to have been passed down for many generations and by many people's hands.

This is a secret treasure of the immeasurable Buddha, and it is the Buddha's exposition of cause and effect, which can distinguish evil and good and good from evil.

There are a lot of bamboo skewers placed in the tube, some red, some yellow, and some black.

The yellow sticks, the red sticks, are filled with bursts of extraordinary light, like warm jade, as if wrapped in smoke, as for the black sticks, on the contrary, just one glance is disgusting, like something unclean.

There is a thin line at the end of each stick, one end of which is connected to the bamboo stick, and the other end disappears not far above the mouth of the tube.

With the influx of internal force in the hands of the immeasurable Buddha, the surface of the bamboo tube began to change, and a Dharma mark appeared.

Buzzing.

Immediately, the light at the end of the bamboo stick rose sharply, and the red line and yellow line went towards the direction of the moon and star, guiding the nuclear boat of the same company.

This line symbolizes the creation of the era, and by following this line, you can get great benefits.

As for the black lines, two of them are particularly obvious, about the thickness of a hair, and one points to the bottom of the river, revealing that there is great danger hidden in the river.

Another Buddha came from and spread everywhere, and when it went to the end of the line of sight, it was not visible.

Cause and effect sign, test that there is a move in the Tianquan Sage's moves, hiding a big danger, so that the opponent's hole cards are exposed!

It's a great way to do it.

Relying on this signature, the immeasurable Buddha was able to measure the good and the bad, so as to seek advantage and avoid disadvantage, and foresight.

He resolutely mobilized his internal force, and a piece of Buddhist symbols surged in his big arm, and finally appeared in the palm of his hand, and when it was gathered into a complete Dharma, it was struck out.

The number of words in this Dharma is not large, the length is not large, and the paper is thin, but it is as sharp as a flying sword of yin and yang, and it instantly cuts through the shackles of the true yuan.

The immeasurable Buddha fled far away, came to a distance, stood on the lotus platform and said: "The benefactor is really scheming, since he is holy, he should return to the basics, and have the temperament of a saint. ”

Fortunately, the Tianquan Sage no longer concealed it, and a purple divine thunder appeared on his chest, which was pulled by a silver-white substance, based on the true yuan of Tianquan, and fell towards the Immeasurable Buddha.

The bald monk complained bitterly, glanced at the ground, and said: "The donor is really stupid, there is no distinction between primary and secondary, you should work together to capture Qin Feng, my cause and effect sign induction, there is a big culprit coming, and it will change later, I have a book here from the other side." ”

"Ouch, what a strong thunder, Niang Xipi, the big day is like a classic!"

"Western Heavenly Bliss!"

"Guanyin Sutra!"

......

The fight not only happened at high altitude, there were also people fighting below, Qin Feng and Ye City Lord fighting.

Qin Feng continued to recover, resisting to the death, coming up is the strongest means, and the body treasures have been revived one after another.

Five, seven, eight.

Ye City Lord is holy, slashing the five senses, the vitality is pure and powerful, and every move and style is directed at the source.

Qin Feng had no magic on his body, he used the willow god to parry the mortal seal, and used the green lotus barrier to protect his body, but he was finally beaten by the other party and vomited blood

With a slap against the saint, Qin Feng flew out upside down, his chest collapsed, and he hit the ground, creating a deep hole.

Before the smoke and dust had cleared, a sacred bridge protruded from the hole, and the young man was wounded and stepped from the divine bridge.

Qin Feng's three steps turned into two steps, his feet seemed to be creating a sonic boom, he came to the end of the Divine Bridge, and the bridge under his feet instantly shrank.

I saw him pick up the divine bridge and throw it out horizontally.

The Shenqiao became Qin Feng's weapon, slightly bulky, carrying ten thousand jun to press the road.

Qin Feng didn't have time to take advantage of the size of the Divine Bridge, and the vitality in his body gathered in his hand, condensing into a big vitality hand, which could hold the huge Divine Bridge.

The young man recovered, and the qi and blood in his body roared, like a dragon roaring forward in the narrow meridians, and the sound of fighting was born between the friction of qi and blood.

The young man's eyes were cold, and he didn't feel ** color, and with the roaring qi and blood in his body, the release was even colder.

His vitality has no temperature.

The heartbeat stopped, the breath stopped, and in the vast sea of bodies, nine lights lit up.

In front of Qin Feng, he was very desperate, as if he had lost his life, and life and death were decided by this person.

It's less like a battle between single players, more like a bloody battlefield.

His qi and blood roared, but the aura he emitted was surprisingly cold, like the blood of his ancestors;

His eyes were deep and lonely, as if the moonlight sprinkled on the lonely next door could only increase the sadness.

The nine body treasures lit up like nine lights.

The nine lamps are in different positions, and they have their own places in the sea, but one of them is lit up, and the rest are lit up one after another, and there is a connection.

Qin Feng's chest was vibrating, and his qi and blood were burning, like a war drum that kept beating, and the sledgehammer and the drum surface made a thumping sound.

Ding Ding.

Nine voices sounded one after another, and the Divine Bridge was like a string of bubbles, breaking nine times in succession, and nine crisp sounds came out.

This is Qin Feng's strongest method at the moment, with the imitation of the bridge control technique, with the help of the divine bridge to revive all the body treasures.

In this technique, the Tianquan saint and the immeasurable Buddha's body on the top of the head both stagnated, and after a short time, they pulled each other again.

Qin Feng felt that this was not enough, since he wanted to be the strongest, he had no reservations.

Five bird fans appeared in his hand, and when the Divine Bridge fell and the nine caves were swept out in a row, they fanned at the middle-aged man several times.

The five-colored wind contains killing opportunities, and they go hand in hand, like the light brought out by the five-colored bird when it flies.

Faintly you can hear the birds singing in the five-colored phoenix, and one of them is the most obvious, dominating the other four tones.

Under the rendering of the tone, a bird appeared in the five-colored wind, and that bird had the heavy pupils of a heavy bird, the agility of a luan bird, the god-like wings, and the golden claws of the roc......

Qin Feng used the strongest means.

Boom.

The bridge fell, and the five birds struck out the five birds fused with the wind, and the mixed energy was emitted through the surface patterns of the five birds fans, melting the daylight.

The light curtain disappeared, and the Ye City Lord stood in place, there was a broken tripod on the periphery of his body, and there were red blood stains on his chest, which showed that he was injured.

The middle-aged man was very arrogant, and in the face of Qin Feng's strongest offensive, he did not choose to dodge, and did not find a way to avoid the cut.

It's not that the middle-aged saint is stupid, and it's not that he trusts him.

The middle-aged man knew in his heart that if he wanted to convince Qin Feng's heavenly pride, he had to defeat him head-on, and there was no room for ambiguity.

He chose to face Qin Feng's strongest move and forcibly bear this blow.

After the first blow, although he was injured, Qin Feng's fighting spirit was reduced a lot, and he already understood that there was no hope of victory.

City Lord Ye calmed down the rivers and seas in his body, pretended to be relaxed, and said with a smile: "This is the gap between you and me, and it is by no means a few body treasures that can make up for it." ”

"There are different levels of life, one in the sky and one underground. ”

In fact, Qin Feng's ferocious offensive, as well as the power of the five bird fans, were removed by the big ding outside his body, and only seventy percent fell on his body.

He had practiced physical arts, cut one percent, and he wore a set of Lingbao underwear at all times, and cut one percent.

That Lingbao underwear was forced by Mrs. to be on board, which is conducive to strengthening the body and consolidating the foundation.

After careful calculation, the power that really injured him was only half of the power of the young man's moves.

Middle-aged has always been proud of having a good son, and his son Ye Ge has mastered the law of time, and his achievements are limitless, definitely not only in the Beiliang Imperial City.

He was able to sit firmly in the position of the lord of the Northern Liang Imperial City, and he had a son who had a good life, and he had more or less some connection.

He was proud of Ye Ge, and he was also deeply impressed by Ye Ge's talent, when his father asked himself, he was not as good as this son when he was young.

After making a move with Qin Feng, the pride in his heart began to waver, and he began to question Ye Ge's invincible qualifications.

At least, it's not as good as Qin Feng.

It's hard to imagine why the Ten Lands have such a heavenly pride, but with the strength of the early stage of the great power, half the power of the move can hurt him.

is stronger than Ye Ge, and it is not a star and a half.

Father Ye was even more determined to crush Qin Fengdao's heart.

"He and my son are both chosen by the law of time, but the difference in strength is so great, if my son is opposed, there is absolutely no chance of victory. ”

"For my son......" he sighed with relief.

Making Qin Feng obediently obedient was his goal, and now it seems that this goal has been achieved.

Qin Feng sighed, feeling deeply powerless.

When he was refining the Holy Land, he had fought with the saint anyway, and now he is not the same as before, when facing the saint surnamed Ye, he would be so powerless.

Rao is with the help of the power of Tianbao's five bird fans, but he failed to seriously injure the other party.

In fact, this was already very rare, Qin Feng ignored the other party's removal of fifty percent of the power.

But that's about it.

True Sage, he is indeed not an opponent, there is no doubt about it, being able to hurt the middle-aged surnamed Ye is already the limit.

In the Horizontal Refining Holy Land, the saints he killed were just false saints, and they could not be compared with the people in front of him.

He has been supported for a long time by the joint efforts of all the saints in the forbidden land of the earth, but those are only false saints.

Qin Feng only now understood that if the Infinite Buddha or the Pure Altar Saint made a move in the Horizontal Refining Holy Land, he would not have the slightest ability to resist.

The two are true saints, which are different from many saints.

In the forbidden land of the ancient saint, he was able to beat the true saint violently, on the one hand, thanks to Li Yinyue's prestige, on the other hand, the true saint had some scruples, and he never really recovered.

If you are beaten by Qin Feng, you will be beaten, and if you rob it, you will be robbed, it is all a matter of face, how can a saint cut the six senses, how can he lose his sense of proportion because of the loss of face?

If he really chooses to recover completely, Rao is facing Li Yinyue's coffin, and he can also capture Qin Feng.

But that's the real loss of proportion.

Qin Feng was unwilling, rushed out again, turned into a meteor, he changed his position with the Dou Zhuan Star Shift, made a mysterious move, and pressed step by step.

"Little friend, it seems that you are still lucky. Lord Ye looked aside, the Tianquan Sage fought with the Immeasurable Buddha, his entourage dragged the two Venerables of the Dragon and the Tiger, and his son Ye Ge fought with a monk who had just become a monk, but he was beaten and retreated.

The young monk's Dharma was not profound, but what he mastered was a profound and subtle Dharma, which came from Amitabha Buddha.

The middle-aged man's face was ugly: "What kind of monster, pressing my son to fight, my son's name is not worthy of the name?"

He began to fight back, the bald side was not weak, and it was most secure to capture Qin Feng as soon as possible.

He performed a white tiger fighting technique, and became a humanoid white tiger himself, his whole body squirmed, and his vitality was projected behind him, forming a white tiger figure.

He slapped towards Qin Feng again and again, very rhythmically, not deliberately pursuing speed, nor deliberately accumulating momentum, but pursuing nature.

Middle-aged is no different from a fighting white tiger.

Every time he slapped, it was no less than a kind of immortal-level martial arts with huge lethality, and there was no problem in being able to shoot a great power to death.

Qin Feng was slapped by him five times, half of his body collapsed, and he was still standing with difficulty.

The young man urged the Yijin Sutra and used the Buddhist scriptures to heal the wounds, and the effect was great, but compared to the speed at which new injuries appeared, it was just a drop in the bucket.

The man's sixth claw slapped again, Qin Feng spent a lot of energy, and all the recovery made by the Yi Jin Sutra was lost, and his body did not improve, but worsened on the original basis.

The surname Ye is middle-aged, and this White Tiger Fighting Technique has such power in his hands.

The seventh blow is brewing, and the white tiger behind the middle-aged has transformed from an illusion to an entity.

I only heard him roar, his fangs were snow-white, and his claws looked mediocre, without vitality.

As the white tiger raised its claws, the middle-aged man followed suit and raised his hands.

Exposed to this blow, Qin Feng felt a sense of soul trembling.

If you really want to resist, he will explain here!

"I throw in the towel. Qin Feng said convincingly.

Despite all the reluctance in his heart, the young man still took the initiative to admit defeat.

Of course, admitting defeat is not the same as admitting defeat.

Defeated by the other party without the four divine arts, his heart was unconvinced, Qin Feng felt that the divine skills were in his hands, maybe there was a difference.

In this battle, he had gained and realized the strength of the True Sage.

"This is the case with a Ye City Lord, and there is no doubt that the Tianquan Saint is stronger. ”

"Great Sage, the strongest Sage, Great Dao Sage, my road is still very long. ”

In this state, Qin Feng's heart was ethereal, and he sat on the ground.

Knowing the strength of the True Saint, his heart became transparent and there was no fear.

For a long time, there has always been an invisible membrane in Qin Feng's heart, which is the impression planted by the saint to mortals, and it is the barrier caused by the gap in the level of life.

Not only Qin Feng, but all the monks had such a gap in their hearts.

Reverence for the Holy Being is what mortals do.

Qin Feng had beaten a saint violently, and it seemed that he despised the gap between saints and mortals, but in fact it was not.

He has an inferiority complex in his heart, and a concept that is not as holy as it is deeply planted.

Now, this kind of thinking was broken, and Qin Feng felt that the sage was indeed strong, high up, like the ceiling of a room.

But he finally knew where the ceiling was.

No matter how high the saint is, he will eventually have a top.

Through the spread of the sense, it instantly spread Qin Feng's body, the barrier was broken, and the membrane was torn apart.

At the same time, in the sea of young souls, a spiritual bridge slowly emerged.

"In the middle of the ruins, I ...... I actually realized the sixth consciousness, guts!"

Qin Feng stood up abruptly, pulled out his legs and rushed out, holding a divine bridge in each hand.

He was high-spirited, and in the middle of breaking through the ruins, Qin Feng gained an all-round increase.