In the face of Jin An's strength, the monk Zen Yuan regarded it as a great shame.

His mouth and nose still hurt severely.

Every time he thought of the scene just now when he was hit in the face by Jin An's head hammer, he was crazy.

I can't wait to kill Jin An immediately.

He has always been strong, self-confident, even the monks of Zhenguo Temple can't kill him, he is confident that he is invincible among his peers, and he does not allow his life to be stained, so Jin An wants to kill him, why don't he want to kill Jin An, a Taoist priest, with his own hands.

The other monks of the White Dragon Temple around the ruins, as early as after Monk Chanyuan killed several old monks who tried to step forward to stop them, these monks retreated again and again, and they did not dare to approach the two people in the ruins at all.

Both of these are madmen.

One is a mad monk.

One is the wild way.

They were all afraid that they would become the souls of Monk Chanyuan, and they all knew that they were not Monk Chanyuan's opponents, and being able to crush Monk Chanyuan at the beginning to beat Monk Jin An made them feel even more shocking.

After all, no one knew whether this abrupt Taoist priest who suddenly appeared in the temple was an enemy or a friend to them.

I'm afraid I'll run into another murderer.

"It's not certain who kills whom!"

"If you hadn't attacked me just now, you would have dared to be compared to me?"

"If I don't kill you today, I can't get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

Monk Chan Yuan spat blood on the ground, his eyes revealing monstrous killing intent, kill!

The Zen Yuan monk casts the Shakya fist seal in his hand, and the hand knots the Shakya big mudra, the golden light is surging, and the Buddha power is full of great shore.

"It's a good time! I also don't like you, whether you are an eight-faced Buddha or a nine-faced Buddha... Come on, have a good fight!"

Jin An was fearless, he was blown up in the ruins, his body surface appeared red, the red color was hot, scorching hot, and the water in the air was evaporated and dispersed wherever people passed, just like swallowing clouds and spitting out mist, shrouded in mist, like a true Taoist priest who was a master of the world.

Red Blood!

Forty-two floors!

Boom!

Boom!

Two of them have a fist print of majestic golden light, a fist print of red scorching waves, these two monks together are like two giant beasts rampage on the ruins of the five finger prints, the ground shakes the mountains, deafening, each foot falls to the ground, the ruins under the feet crack inch by inch, smoke and dust fill the sky, and the footprints leave a deep pit footprint.

Bang!

There was a shocking explosion, and at the moment when the two fists clashed, the ground under the feet of Monk Chanyuan and Jin An shook violently, cracked, and then the two earth dragons that rose to the sky exploded in all directions, forming a surging and vast earth and stone shock wave dozens of zhang wide.

Ahh

The monks of the White Dragon Temple, who were originally carefully gathered around, were hit by these earth and stone shockwaves, and they all hugged their heads and ran away.

While holding his head and running away, his heart was so frightened that he set off a monstrous wave.

They thought it was safe enough to stand ten feet away.

I can't imagine that the aftermath of the battle between the two of them will actually spread dozens of feet away, is this still manpower!

These two are fierce people who have reached the pinnacle of kung fu practice!

This time, they dodged a full thirty feet away, and they couldn't help but be curious about who was the first in this battle, and turned back to watch the result of this battle.

In the ruins, Jin An and Monk Chanyuan each shook back, and no one could help anyone, and the head-on collision just now was full of strength, and both of them were numb.

The two don't talk much nonsense.

Rumble!

The ground under his feet rushed to the earth-shattering earth and rocks, and the figure shot out like cold lightning, bang!

Bang, bang, bang!

In the ruins, smoke and dust rose to the sky, a golden light surging figure, a red wrapped figure, constantly colliding back and forth, separated, collided again, separated... Neither of them flickered, but collided head-on.

The fast-moving figure, no one can see the scene of the two of them clearly.

I only saw that every time I collided, a huge force penetrated into the ground and unloaded, and the ground under the feet of the two would collapse into a large earth pit.

In just a few breaths, the two attacked each other, both gave up their defenses, and fought head-to-head with fists to flesh, fist prints blasted out hundreds of punches like a hurricane, and hundreds of dirt pits collapsed in the ruins of the five finger prints.

It's so terrifying that it makes your scalp tingle.

The battle in the field was terrifying, and the hundreds of fist prints collided hard in a short time, causing all the masonry and rubble in the ruins to fly into the air, and immediately collided with each other and strangled into smithereens, forming a storm, spinning over the ruins, and the smoke and dust in the sky formed a spiraling cloud.

Later, outsiders could no longer see the figures of the two, and could only dimly see golden light and red light in the clouds of smoke and dust, and the speed was extremely fast back and forth.

Every time they collided, the sound was like a thunderbolt and exploded, deafening.

At this time, Jin An's mouth was numb with severe pain, his finger bones were cracked, the muscles on his fists were torn, and blood was dripping into the air.

Although he has the dirty Qi in the Five Organs Immortal Temple, he heals his body injuries all the time, and he has six Ding Liujia charms, and he always nourishes his body and spirit, but because of the fierce battle, he has been punching hundreds of punches head-on in a few breaths, and the healing of the injuries has not been able to keep up with the continuous emergence of new injuries on the fists.

But not only did he not have fear, but he became more and more courageous, brave and strong.

The tempered battle intent in his eyes became more and more firm, and his eyes were burning like a yang god.

Jin An is deliberately borrowing Zen Yuan monk to hone his fighting spirit, hone his boxing skills, body skills, and self-cultivation.

In recent months, his cultivation has been improving too fast, and he has only done it behind closed doors, but he lacks the will to hone his martial arts, and he needs to hone his fist intent and martial arts intentions, and constantly strengthen his spirit and spirit that have advanced too quickly.

With the tempering of fist intent and martial arts will, Jin An became more and more hearty the more he fought, feeling that the blood of the whole body was boiling, the qi and blood were unimpeded, the qi of the five organs and six lungs was unimpeded, the thoughts were unimpeded, and the spirit and spirit were more and more honed to the point of no leakage......

When the blood boiled to the extreme......

Rumble!

Jin An lit a flame on his left shoulder.

The fire.

It is the yang fire of the world.

Adhering to the yang idea of the world's avenue that does not break.

At this moment, the yang god aura on the Liuding Liujia Fu in Jin An's arms became more and more intense.

The scorching yang thought in Jin An's eyes like a yang god was even brighter.

Rumble!

Jin An lit another flame on his right shoulder.

Bang!

A third flame was lit above his head.

People have three yang fires, these three yang fires are the condensation of people's qi and blood and a body of rigid and unrighteous spirit, and everyone has three yang fires, but it is just the difference between which is stronger and which is weak.

The strong, ghosts and gods are not allowed to get close.

Before the ghosts and gods had approached a hundred steps, they had already felt like a furnace burning close to their bodies, killing themselves.

The weak, in a trance, frail and sickly, are prone to evil spirits.

Practicing martial arts, igniting his own three yang fires, the three yang fires manifest reality, reflected in the void, Jin An is honing his own will, and his strength has broken through again! Martial arts cultivation has advanced to a more subtle and esoteric realm, and he is one step closer to the Yang God Dao.

In Taoism, it is said that people have three yang fires.

And in Taoism, there are also Taoist martial arts, the true martial emperor, and the myths and legends of the broken void.

Jin An gradually had the artistic conception of entering the Tao with martial arts, and he gradually touched the "Dao" that the Emperor Zhenwu had walked through!

At this time, the Zen Yuan monk, the injury on his hand was not much better than that of Jin An, his arm bones shook out countless cracks, the muscles were torn, and his arms were dripping with blood.

But Monk Chanyuan discovered a fact that he couldn't accept.

The little Taoist priest with a bull's nose in front of him was actually in the life and death realm of desperate fighting, and he was furious when he used him to hone his will.

He was furious!

"How dare you underestimate me!"

"How dare you borrow my hand to hone your martial arts will at this time!"

"Ahh

Monk Chan Yuan roared angrily, sand and stones flew on the ruins of the five finger prints, and the sound was constantly exploding, even the monks of the White Dragon Temple who were thirty zhang away were holding the stinging eardrums and retreating again and again.

Their eardrums were damaged and blood was coming out.

There are many monks with low cultivation who are unable to resist the sound waves with their true qi, and they are directly deafened by the perforation of the eardrum, and in an instant, there are screams again and again.

This is the roar of the Shakya lion!

Thirty feet away were deaf in both ears.

And Jin An, who is close at hand, has been injured, and it is even more conceivable, Jin An's qi and blood are shocked, like turning over the river and the sea, and the meridians, qi and blood, and true qi are disordered.

He immediately carried the dirty qi to suppress the internal organs in the atrium.

Dirty Qi is like a general.

Sitting in the center.

Stabilize the surging qi, blood and true qi in the body.

The seventh layer of "Black Mountain Gong"!

Futu is to unify the first six layers of "Black Mountain Gong" to form a leakless body, and further enhance the power of fire poison internal qi, air hood, hard skin membrane, marrow washing and meridian cutting, and inviolability of all poisons.

The sonic attack of the Shakya Lion's roar was like a circle of sharp blades, cutting at the surface of Jin'an's body.

Jin An actually took the initiative to give up the black-shirt air cover, and actually wanted to use the sonic attack of the lion's roar to hone his martial arts.

Qiang!Qiang......

Like the sound of the collision of swords, guns, swords, and halberds, the black shirt formed by the fire poison internal qi on the surface of Jin An's body kept vibrating and rippling, and the more it was cut, the thinner and thinner.

Kiss!

The black shirt air shield is broken.

Poof!poof......

The sound wave continued to cut Jin An's body, leaving a series of subtle wounds, but at this time, the lion's roar was already powerless, and Jin An was no longer afraid.

Instead, he used this lion's roar to hone his floating slaughter.

Let the leakless body of Futu be hone more perfectly.

Martial arts training is not done behind closed doors.

Martial arts training is to hone one's own vast will, to be strong, and to be stronger.

"Ahh

"You're already humiliating me!

"I must crush your bones and scatter ashes today!

How conceited Monk Chanyuan is, he dares to ignore Master Huizhen, in his eyes, what about the monks from Zhenguo Temple, all this is just a stepping stone on his way to becoming a strong man.

His conceit and his self-confidence made him feel invincible among his peers, but today I was repeatedly deflated by the hands of this bull-nosed little Taoist priest in front of me.

This made him furious.

At this moment, the monk of Chanyuan, with a pair of angry eyes, his eyes were about to split, and the killing intent in his eyes was boundless, and he moved a surging and amazing killing intent towards Jin An.

"I am the Three Lotus Buddha Heart!"

"I am destined to rise in the coming world of great controversy!"

"How could it be defeated in the hands of a miscellaneous cow-nosed Taoist priest who came out of nowhere!"

"Three Lotus Buddha Heart, Three Lotus Fury, Three Body Buddha!"

Buddhism has a three-body Buddha, and the Buddha has three bodies, which are the Dharma body, the retribution body, and the incarnation.

At this time, the monk of Chanyuan bit the tip of his tongue, spit out three mouthfuls of blood in his heart, and then knotted the mudra of Shakya.

The more the mudra knots, the faster it becomes.

The golden light on his body became more and more vast and surging.

Brilliant as the light of the gods, shining with golden light.

At this moment, the blood, dirt, and dust on his body were all brushed off by a layer of gold paint on his body, and the gold paint was not really gold paint, but drops of golden blood flowing out of his pores.

The golden blood plated Monk Chanyuan with a layer of gold.

It seems to have become an Arhat golden body.

For example, the Arhats of the Buddha country come to the world in person, the qi machine soars, the Buddha power is vast, such as the ups and downs of the bright and vast golden river, the breath is amazing, and the deduction has reached the peak.

This young monk with a gold-plated body is even more amazing with a golden light.

He is full of Buddha power, Buddhism, Buddha Zen, grand, great, and three-lotus Buddha heart, that is, several times the qi machine skyrockets.

Monk Chanyuan really went crazy this time.

He did not hesitate to burn his own qi and blood, burn his life, and kill Jin An, a Taoist priest, in the White Dragon Temple with his own hands today.

But Jin An was not stunned at all at this time, and Monk Chanyuan was not stunned.

He had just cultivated to the Great Advancement, not to mention that he hadn't played all his hole cards before, so the battle intent in his eyes was boiling, and the battle spirit on his body was boiling.

The earthquake trembled, he used the elephant demon legs, his legs stepped on the ground all the way, the earth and stones flew into the sky, one step out is to step out of ten steps, the momentum on his body is higher and higher, like the ancient barbarian elephant crazy, with the earth-shattering smoke and dust behind him.

"Let me see if your Three Lotus Buddha has a strong heart, or if my fists are hard!"

"Come on!"

"A last-minute battle to the death!"

Jin An's battle was boiling.

He took the three yang fires of Taoism and faced the three-body Buddha of Shakya head-on.

In the midst of every move, the blood is agitated, and the yang energy is surging.

The pores open and swallow the heaven and the earth and the yang, using the heaven and earth as an oven, absorbing the vast fire of the east sun above the head, and using the yang energy on the shoulders and the top of the head as a dye, and the more it burns, the more it burns, the more vigorous it becomes.

His eyes were like cold electricity, bursting out with yang thoughts, and there was cold electricity in his pupils wandering, stirring, and cutting through the dark pupils, as if they were not black pupils, but turned into a thunder pool, which had both the divine rays of the yang god and the head of the heaven and earth dharma of the thunder pool.

Thundered!

He strides under his feet, there is no retreat, he fights to the death, leaving no way to retreat, the road of martial arts is brave and diligent, going upstream, with a brave heart that splits the road of life and death.

Tiger Crash Fist!

Bang!

Click!

The fist prints collided, and when Jin An deduced his strength to the peak, and when a punch was blasted, the air on his arm exploded, and a sonic boom was played, and at the same time as he hit the sonic boom, there was a thunderbolt wrapped in a ring of fire and electricity, like a demon god, like Mount Tai pressing the top of the momentum to hit the sky.

The two figures, like two mountain peaks, collided fiercely, boom!

Fist to fist collision.

Suddenly!

Monk Chanyuan sensed that something was wrong, but it was too late, and lightning slashed into his flesh through the skin on his fist, scorching his skin and numb his arm.

Although his physical strength was not afraid of this lightning heat.

As long as it was an instant, his current three-body Buddha strength was fully opened, and he could naturally recover immediately.

However, as the moment his arm was numb, a wave of strength, with an unprecedented burst of force and a hot and boiling breath, penetrated the skin of the fist, and fiercely penetrated into his arms, shoulder blades, and even the internal organs of the chest!

Tiger Crash Fist!

"Blood Knife Sutra"!

This was the first time Jin An had used Qian Yan, and he instantly burned one-third of his qi and blood, in exchange for explosive power that was more violent and domineering than red blood.

The sound of bones breaking and tendons breaking.

"Ah......h

With an unwilling scream, Monk Chanyuan was knocked out, but he hadn't flown far yet