As one of the most pioneer sects in the world's righteous path, Fan Ming's monks made up their minds at the moment, constantly turning over the tricks in their hands, changing the Guanyin seal, and playing a strange power, mixed with terrifying sound waves, kept galloping towards Tong Mu, the child's strength was too weird, and he couldn't help but think of the star picking magic technique that only had in the vein of the Star Moon Demon God, and only this technique could make him palpitate like this.

This......

It's because the successive sect masters of that place are the nemesis of his lineage!

Xuan Qi passed through this thought in his heart, and then his spiritual power swelled again, and the power of the condensed rhyme was once again enhanced in the blessing of the harmony array, and it was quickly punched between the opponent's two punches.

Moment!

There was another thunderous sound between heaven and earth, at this moment, Xuan Qi was like a thunder god descending to earth, and the power of the attack roared for thousands of miles, the autumn thunder bursts, and the majestic power actually looked at the piano in the distance and was a little stupid, she smiled slightly, looked at the battlefield in front of her and said to herself, "I didn't expect this stinky boy to force the first disciple of Fan Ming in the Tibetan realm, and the Buddhism only spent a hundred years on the first day, and the thunder sound returned to the sea, this kid ......"

Wow~!Wow~!

Xuan Qi drank violently one after another, and the stone and soil on the entire lonely mountain finally began to tremble violently Some of the lower peaks, and began to gradually move closer to the direction of the lonely mountain, and a large array of large sound waves rippled between the surrounding mountains and fields, rolling up the mountains and forests, and the majestic aura rushed from the hidden mountains and rivers, as if a hundred rivers returned to the sea, and was absorbed by him.

But seeing that his eyes were about to split, and the blood vessels all over his body were bulging, as if they were about to burst open in the next moment, the pores of his sweat seeped into patches of blood, which had already formed a blood scab on the surface of his body, and he looked very hateful.

Sanskrit!

Celestial Song!

Xuan Qi's hands were wide open and closed, every time he opened the river, there was heaven and earth, and with one breath, there was a rolling aura that turned into beautiful colorful rainbows, jumping into the miniature horns condensed in front of him.

In just a few breaths, the surrounding area of a hundred miles lost its spirituality, and the mountain range that had been drained of spiritual energy would soon become a barren.

However, the ancient cyan horn was further compressed at this moment, and it turned into a colorful flute, containing the hundred-year longevity of Xuan Qi, countless flutes of the efforts of the monks of Fanming and the majestic aura of heaven and earth!

This unpredictable flute is naturally not used to play, but a weapon that shakes the enemy, and if it is hit, it will not fall into Zhuxiantai.

Tong Mu still looked at the man in front of him calmly, a sharp color flashed in his eyes, and then his toes lightly shot out like a bow and arrow.

Sou!

The moment when the sky rhyme flew up in Tongmu!

Gone!

And the seven-colored Buddha flute that had just been condensed was passing at a speed visible to the naked eye at this moment, and the strange feeling was like a myth.

The sound of the rhyme actually floated towards him as if listening to Tong Mu's words.

What speed is this?

Why is it so scary?

Is he absorbing the rhyme?!

What's going on with his right hand, why can he absorb the rules of my sound, could it be that he has an Immortal Emperor Treasure in his right hand?

When many monks saw such a scene, they were surprised and desperate, and their expressions became solemn and speechless when they looked at Xuan Qi.

Tong Mu's figure moved, and it didn't take long to suck the rhyme on the colorful Buddha flute into most of the star-picking space, and the Buddha flute needle instantly dimmed a lot.

But seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, his hands were raised high, and he showed a downward splitting shape forward, and then a terrifying silver-white arc seemed to be tilted down from the nine heavens,

Gu Xi cloud palm, thousands of mountains and broken moons!

Tong Mu shouted, his hands slashed down from the sky like knives, and a fierce and domineering force slashed out from the blade of the knife, and slashed on the Buddha flute that Xuan Qi was trying his best to raise!

With Tongmu's current strength, using Gu Xiyun's final form, the terrifying strength, ordinary eighth-order powerhouses have to be cut in half for a long time, Xuan Qi is lucky, he is a ninth-order powerhouse, and he is the most determined divine sound master in the Dao heart, so he only breaks the Buddha flute.

"The ant Yuanhuai is not self-sufficient, the colorful Buddha treasure has been destroyed, you surrender!" Tong Mu said coldly.

Xuan Qi looked at the silver-white blade that ran through the heavens and the earth, the terrifying aura that permeated the domineering power, and a sense of despair arose.

He squirmed his lips slightly, and muttered in an almost crazy voice: "Gusu Bajiu's sword, the strength of the Huaxi Demon God, the soul of the star and moon co-master, the qi of heaven and earth, what kind of person of heavenly luck are you!" Although desperate, he still forced himself to stand up straight, his hands still withdrew the terrifying power from the large array, and bent his body at an unimaginable angle, inserting the broken Buddha flute into it from the ribs on both sides of his side, and the price of completing this action was a large number of monks on the lonely mountain who died of exhaustion.

Rumble!

It was another collision, and the countless mountains and fields behind the two of them instantly turned into powder, and the flying ash filled the rainy sky, and the people who were still alive gritted their teeth and stood up, squinting their eyes and seriously looking in the dust, wanting to see who the war between these two legendary geniuses was.

After this battle, even if you lose!

Tongmu is still proud of the world!

It will still be passed down in the legends of the entire Wutong Continent for hundreds of years!

Because this kid broke through the two great realms on the spot at the age of fifteen, hid the heaven and the earth in his body, and used the strong strength of the two generalists in martial arts to fight against the first day of Fanming, the Great Sumeru Xuanqi, and forced the other party to use the Harmony Great Array twice, and it took two hundred years of life to succeed.

Since ancient times, the hero was a teenager, and the figure of Xuan Qi was finally discovered by everyone, at this time he was covered in blood, and none of the bones on his body were not broken.

And in the dim and mottled ruins, a teenager stood up and made everyone gasp again!

Tong Mu was smiling, and a bright red remnant sun gushed out from his shoulder blades, which was the color of blood.

"Little ghost, you really surprise me, I Xuan Qi is the strongest Nirvana root of Buddhism, chanting Buddha at the age of three, dreaming of the Buddha at the age of five, in less than a hundred years, I became the youngest Buddha of the Great Shami, is the most dazzling star of the four islands of Brahma, but you only glanced at me, and then crossed the great realm to break through the two realms of martial arts to the level of the fifth order, in my opinion, if you are not the pride of the sky, you have the blessing of the ancient heavenly demons! The young monk smiled bitterly, looked at Tong Mudao's eyes were extremely complicated, and continued:

"For this alone, you are much better than me, and I am willing to call you the strongest!"

Tong Mu was a little surprised, and his eyes became a little hesitant when he looked at this person, and said, "You mean not to fight?"

The monk smiled when he heard this, shook his head and said: "Buddhism takes pleasure in purifying sentient beings, a genius like you, I can't kill it, and I can't kill it, the one who continues to fight and die must be me, but this doesn't make me feel sad, I enjoy the battle between us, and ......"

Xuan Qi suddenly touched his chest, and directly broke the ancient rosary hanging around his neck, and countless precious relics fell to the ground along the direction of his neck, and his face turned from bright red to pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then his face quickly aged in a devastating and decaying posture, and he drooped in less than half an hour.

Sanskrit Shakya!

One eye for ten thousand years!

Xuan Qi's cold voice, resounded throughout the world, and with his stop drinking, there was a golden bell between the heaven and the earth, on which the carved beams and paintings were beautiful, in addition to carving the image of several Buddhists who had gone to the world, but also painted those dark and terrifying ghosts in the underground world, above the ancient bell, there seemed to be an aftermath around the beam, very mysterious!

Sanskrit bells!

It turned out to be a Sanskrit bell!

Those who survived by luck broke through one after another under the illumination of the ancient bell divine light.

"You actually attracted the Sanskrit sound bell, it is said that no one has ever gone to this level except for the dragon blood Shakya since ancient times!"

Ou Yeyuan, who had been silent for a long time, looked at Xuan Qi with burning eyes, and a look of surprise appeared in his dim eyes for the first time.

In the distance, the piano finally drove away the sleepiness, and looked at the brilliant treasures in the sky with great interest, with a charming smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Tong Mu, the current leader of the Moon God Sect, would like to call you the strongest in Buddhism!" Tong Mu looked at the giant bell, and in a trance, he suddenly wanted to tell the other party his true identity.

"Hahaha, your existence has allowed me to find the meaning of the root of Nirvana, and I will not be stingy to share the secret of Sanskrit with you, when you grow up, you will be my opponent, I hope you don't cry when the time comes!" Xuan Qi laughed and said: "My Nirvana process needs the blood of the strong, and you, not bad!"

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