As the young monk spoke, he raised his palm.

Under the pressure of Yan Zhao's palm, the young monk began to retreat step by step.

This retreat is also eighteen steps.

Every time he took a step back, his power and momentum skyrocketed.

Eighteen steps later, there was clearly an eighteen-story hell.

Yan Zhao's eighteen layers of hell are like a tower.

And the eighteen layers of hell of this young monk are just the opposite, layer by layer, like an upside-down pagoda, with the base of the tower on top and the tip of the tower rushing down.

After he finished retreating these eighteen steps, it was difficult for Yan Zhao to move forward.

It's not that Yan Zhao's own strength has declined, but that the other party's strength has skyrocketed.

The dark Buddha condensed by his palm, between his eyes opening and closing, there is also a breathtaking brilliance flashing.

Yan Zhao's heart sank suddenly.

It doesn't matter how the other party responds to his life, it's just that his own strength is urged to the extreme, and he delivers the strongest blow in his life.

If you can fight to the end, it will be the best.

But now it seems that hope is about to be dashed.

The other party did return him a trick step by step.

But it is different from the step-by-step hell of the clutches of the Demon Sect.

The opponent's step-by-step hell also forcibly increased the level of strength between his moves, giving birth to the essence of the divine essence in the true form.

The people of the thirteenth realm transcended the limit and urged the power of the fourteenth realm.

Speaking of which, it seems that it is not as great as Yan Zhao's step-by-step hell improvement.

But the young monk's face was only slightly pale, and the reversed "swastika" character on his eyebrows turned much more slowly.

It's not like him Yan Zhao at all, if the attack doesn't fall on the opponent, his body is about to collapse.

The other party will not pay the price of his life when he casts a step by step hell!

Even, there won't be much to lose.

Looking at that appearance, it's just a loss of vitality.

Although I don't know if this young monk can perform such a mastery continuously, at least, after fighting this palm, he definitely has the strength to fight again.

Yan Zhao looked at the eighteen-layer hell that hung upside down, and realized something in his heart.

The sin head Tuo secretly learned the magic back then, but he had to make up for it, and after trying to make up for it, he got a plausible step by step hell.

And at this moment, in front of me, it is the orthodox and complete version.

If you are in the clutches of the devil, step by step hell is the true face.

After the palms of the two sides collided together, the pitch-black Buddha condensed by Yan Zhao's palm, as well as the eighteen layers of hell, began to disappear and shatter!

Although it is also the power level of the Fourteenth Realm, the complete version of the clutches of Rulai blatantly broke through the fragment itself.

The collision of the palms of the two sides suddenly caused a violent earthquake on the snowy plateau.

On the large snowy mountains near this area, the mountain collapsed and an avalanche erupted.

The great valley of the rushing river collapsed and the river was buried.

The earth cracked and spread out in all directions, forming multiple rifts like angry dragons.

Yan Zhao was defeated without any suspense.

And no matter whether he wins or loses, his life has come to an end.

The tall and burly young body has become withered again, and the wind and candle are in their last years.

Yan Zhao Muran stood in place, not unwilling or angry, just looking at the young monk with a little distraction.

The other party looked at him with a smile: "In this way, the donor should leave without regrets." ”

After a slight pause, he clasped his palms together: "Karma breaks the Three Realms, so will the poor monk, donor, you don't have any chance, but the poor monk is very curious, donor, how did you learn the Three Realms of Karma? ”

"The old man wants to know, how many forms are there in the clutches of the complete Rulai, can you tell me?" Yan Zhao asked without answering.

But he didn't wait for an answer, or rather, he didn't expect to get one.

After saying a word, he calmly closed his eyes.

And then there is no breath.

A generation of demon sect elders died here.

The young monk shook his head, and his figure crossed Yan Zhao's body and chased after Tan Yunsheng and the others who were running into the distance.

After he passed by Yan Zhao's body, that body turned into ashes and ceased to exist.

The young monk soon caught up with Tan Yunsheng.

However, after catching up with Tan Yunsheng, he was stunned.

This kind eyebrow and smiling chubby old man, after sending the information out, knew that he couldn't run away, so he simply stopped.

He swept his gaze over the Demon Sect disciples who fled with him, and sighed, "You are all good boys, the old man is sorry for you." ”

Then, a wide cold knife unfolds.

The sword light like a full moon spread around him, killing all those who accompanied him.

When the young monk caught up, he saw a tragic scene, Tan Yunsheng was surrounded by corpses, and he himself stood quietly in place.

Like Yan Zhao of Fang Cai, he is also lifeless.

When he was dying, Tan Yunsheng smiled at the young monk, and then closed his eyes.

For the first time, the young monk's face lost his relaxed expression, and he looked solemnly at Tan Yunsheng's corpse, and after being silent for a long time, he turned around and left.

He returned to the Buddhist temple shrouded in the light and shadow of the black lotus.

Another monk in the temple greeted him: "Venerable." ”

"Let's transfer it here, otherwise it may be destroyed, and you will give your life for nothing. The young monk said.

He glanced at the temple.

A seemingly peaceful and peaceful scene, there are some locals who are worshipping the Buddha in the temple.

It looks no different from the Buddhist temple in Middle-earth.

But that's just the atmosphere.

If you see those white bone Buddha statues, blood-stained Buddha buildings and other evil magic weapons, no one will think that this is a temple with good rules.

The people who recite the scriptures here sincerely look peaceful and joyful, but their eyes are more or less dull.

The abbot of the temple bowed to the young monk and said, "Obey the decree of His Holiness. ”

The young monk nodded, left the temple, and headed west.

Crossing the plateau, to the edge of the flat area, and stepping into the seemingly endless snow-capped mountains, the young monk walked all the way to the bottom of a mountain peak.

On the top of the mountain, there is a black treasure tree standing abruptly.

The snow-capped mountains are all white as far as the eye can see, but this black treasure tree seems to have never belonged here, but it seems to be the center of this ice and snow world.

Here, Donkey Kong Temple and the Demon Sect were also explored one after another, and there was no special existence at that time.

At this moment, this black treasure tree seemed to appear out of thin air, standing on the top of the snow-capped mountain.

Under the treasure tree, there is an old monk who is sitting alone.

The young monk came to him and stood silently.

After a few moments, the old monk opened his eyes.

The young monk saluted him: "Master." ”

"What's the matter?" asked the old monk.

"Master, the disciple met someone who stole the Divine Palm, not like the Divine Palm of the Sin Chief, but an outsider who learned the Divine Palm after the death of the Divine Leader. The young monk replied, "Moreover, this person is well versed in the Three Realms of Karma. ”

The old monk asked, "Complete Karmic Breaking the Three Realms?"

"Plausible, mutilated. The young monk replied: "It should be a reference to the fragment of the divine palm of the sin head and groping for his own creation, but it is indeed a karma that has broken the Three Realms, and the disciple thinks that there should be other references." ”

The old monk said: "Didn't you collect the news before? The previous owner of this snowfield was a sect called Donkey Kong Temple, practicing the evil sect Vajra Birth Tibetan Method, and there was a martial art called the Vajra Cutting Karma Knife. ”

The young monk clasped his palms together: "The disciple also made this conjecture, and originally planned to capture the other party back for interrogation and confirmation, but unfortunately this man died in battle, and the disciple was incompetent and did not get alive." ”

After that, he described Yan Zhao's step-by-step hell.

After hearing this, the old monk shook his head lightly: "The sin head is infinitely poisonous. ”

Then he didn't mention it anymore, and asked instead, "After you fight with the other party, you may be able to tell if the other party is an ancient god sect?"

The young monk replied: "There seems to be a style of martial arts Guanghan sword recorded in the Taiyin True Scripture, which does look like the descendants of the ancient gods, but looking at their dress, they do not look like people in the ancient gods.

As a result of the disciple's investigation outside in the past few days, although there are forces called the Demon Sect in this heaven and earth that claim to be the Ancient God Sect, they don't seem to know about the existence of the Red Dust Realm.

The disciple guessed that they might be a branch of the Ancient God Sect here.

However, it is uncertain whether they have a strong connection to the Old Gods. ”

Speaking of this, the young monk's face was slightly gloomy: "If the connection is close, then the divine palm they stole from the sin head Tuo may also be obtained by the Ancient God Sect." ”

"You don't have to rush to conclusions, take this world, everything will be clear. The old monk said: "Steady and steady, first collect as much information as possible, we are still very new to here." ”

The young monk clasped his palms together: "Yes, Master." ”

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In the Southern Wilderness Ancient Divine Peak, Chen Luoyang came out of the Zhurong Burning Heaven Array and instructed the Great Elder Xie Chong to properly guard the Great Array and not to make any more trouble.

He then returned to his lodgings to rest.

At this moment, up and down the Ancient God Peak, the atmosphere was slightly tense.

On the one hand, the day of the decisive battle between the leader of his own sect and the leader of a foreign race is approaching.

On the one hand, the fire lava under the ancient god peak went into chaos for the second time.

Zhang Tianheng, the first seat of the newly appointed White Tiger Palace, was in a bad mood to the extreme.

Previously, the sect leader went on the Northern Expedition, and Su Wei, the first of the Xuanwu Palace, commanded a large number of Xuanwu Hall disciples to accompany him, and the internal guard work of the main altar mainly fell on the shoulders of the White Tiger Palace.

Now there is a mess again, tripping on the same stone twice, not only the Great Elder Xie Chong and the Right Envoy Wang Fei are disgraced, but the upper and lower parts of the White Tiger Hall can't hang up.

Although Zhang Tianheng has just taken office and is still in the stage of understanding the familiar environment, it is strictly understandable that something really happened, but Zhang Tianheng himself could not accept it and regarded it as a great shame.

So not long after the purging of the limelight a few days ago, a clean-up sweep was launched again on the Ancient God Peak.

Xie Chong, Wang Fei, Zhang Tianheng and others are almost green in their eyes, and they all seem to look like spies.

Chen Luoyang, who knew the truth of the matter, issued an order not to let this purge be expanded, so as not to endanger everyone and affect the unity and daily life of the whole church.

With his prestige, he looked confident, and finally made Zhang Tianheng, Wang Fei and others settle down a little.

However, it was at this time that he got another piece of news.

The first seat of the Vermilion Bird Palace, the empress Yan Mingkong returned.