"You great bodhisattva, can you catch my punch?"

Ning Yi's voice just landed.

The pupils of the "Jizo Bodhisattva" contracted suddenly.

The whole ancient temple is upside down.

A fist, stirring up the wind and waves, pounded into his lower abdomen.

There was no time to dodge.

It's too fast.

"Boom!"

The whole ancient temple is in tatters.

The original treasure and solemn Jizo King Bodhisattva was beaten upside down by this punch and flew out, and the whole person's back smashed the stone wall of the Bodhisattva Temple, and then castrated unabated, smashing three or four ancient temples one after another.

The smoke is thick and dusty, and the tiles are messy.

The huge Vermilion Bird, stunned, didn't know what to say, and stood in place in a daze, like a big dumb bird.

Ning Yi looked at his fist in silence.

This punch ...... He used all his might.

Did you just kill it?

Ning Yi raised his head, his gaze crossed the ruins of the broken ancient temple, looked into the distance, the smoke and dust slowly swept away, this way away, smashed three or four unknown ancient temples, and in the dust in the distance, there was a painful moan.

Didn't even die?

Ning Yi smiled, this great bodhisattva looks dignified and majestic, and he didn't even beat him, but he was much stronger than those upside-down hanging corpses, at least he could punch himself without dying.

This place of rebirth, a bunch of ancient temples of Bodhisattvas, gods and Buddhas, I don't know what these pilgrims built these ancient temples for, and now it seems to have become a Taoist altar for "people with hearts".

This Tibetan Bodhisattva is no exception, from the moment he stepped into the Bodhisattva temple, he found an abnormality, this ancient temple town is in the center of the temples, in feng shui, this is the finishing touch, and it is also the place where the dragon vein is reversed.

There are so many temples, but this place is the most dangerous, but it is the most comfortable here.

Yin Qi is angry, and there are some remnants in other places.

Not at all here.

When Ning Yi stepped into the ancient temple, he guessed two possibilities here.

Either a "true bodhisattva" is in charge, the jewel tin staff, suppressing the Quartet, the demons and monsters are all dispersed, and the night is peaceful.

Or, it is a "fake Bodhisattva", pretending to be dignified, and it is not easy to usher in two "living people" here, and they will naturally stage a good show, and they are the "protagonists".

Ning Yi rubbed his arm as he walked forward slowly, he looked at the Piluguan monk who was struggling to stand up in the distance, and asked with a smile, "What, you still want to pretend?"

Jizo Bodhisattva's expression was gloomy, he raised his hand and pointed at it, the wind and snow were swirling, and the yin qi suddenly swept out, flying in the air, turning into seven or eight sharp arrows, shooting towards the black-robed young man.

Ning Yi's face was expressionless, his figure flashed in the wind and snow, and seven or eight sharp arrows seemed to have all hit him, but after the shock exploded, a black robe shattered like a phantom.

The distance between the two is dozens of feet.

At a distance of tens of zhang, a series of black robes suddenly appeared.

Ning Yi's speed was so fast that it was blurred, and he stepped on the ground with one foot and swept out, even setting off a fiery sonic boom sound, and in an instant, he came to the monk who still looked gloomy, but his pupils were confused.

Ning Yi, who was bent over and swept away, his hands still on both sides of his waist.

When a series of dense sonic booms sounded in the ears of Jizo Bodhisattva, it dawned on him, and he grabbed the tin staff with one hand and smashed it down on the back of the black-robed young man.

If it is hit, the spine of this guy who deceived his body will be smashed in an instant, and the whole person will be nailed to the ground.

Unfortunately, his tin staff slammed into the ground, splashing a large pool of snow and rubble.

The monk looked dazed.

A black-robed "suddenly" appeared behind him.

Ning Yi slapped it "lightly", and the void flame in the sleeve robe flew out and attached to the palm.

Jizo Bodhisattva's hair exploded all over his body, and he violently crushed the jewel in his palm, and countless "green Buddha light" flew and swarmed around, gathering on his back like a wall of green light.

Ning Yi pressed his palm on the Buddha's light, and his palm sank slightly, but he didn't explode it directly.

He snorted softly.

The soles of his feet suddenly collapsed, as before, this jewel seemed to be able to gather the indescribable "wish power" underground, that is, this green light, invisible and shadowless, extremely fast, violently wrapped around his ankles, trying to pull himself to the ground.

"Whoosh!"

Wan Jun Juli——

Ning Yi didn't move.

The Jizo Bodhisattva turned around suddenly, and the hand that crushed the orb turned into a pure blue color, like a spiritual treasure, and smashed towards Ning Yi's door.

There was a dull "pop" sound.

Caught lightly by five fingers.

Ning Yi's face was still calm, a wisp of Void Flame flew out, and the blue light wrapped around his ankle was instantly burned and exploded, and this wisp of Void Flame spun wildly around his body surface, and finally hovered around his neck.

Ning Yi smiled and asked, "Who is that person behind you?"

"Jizo Bodhisattva" pupils contracted, the two people were originally standing in the pit, looking at each other at eye level, the height of their shoulders was the same, the moment Ning Yi spoke, the monk's expression suddenly became hideous, the fist that was held by Ning Yi made a crackling bone explosion sound, his knees trembled slightly, and the whole person instantly became a head shorter.

An obscure voice slowly brewed in the monk's throat.

He raised his head slowly, this false bodhisattva's appearance at the moment was quite miserable, the monk's robe was still stained with the burning void flame, and the golden "Buddha blood" was flowing, where was there still a little majesty?

Ning Yi smiled and quipped: "Just like you, why are you still pretending to be hidden?"

Again.

He silently admired the constantly distorted monk's face, and his mood was not shocked.

If it's really an infernal hell, it doesn't matter.

Ghosts kill, he kills ghosts.

Whether it's a god or a ghost.

He only wants a "truth" now.

An obscure voice slowly brewed in the monk's mouth.

After three or four breaths, still no reply, Ning Yi suddenly frowned.

His neck jerked sideways—

The hideous-looking monk raised his head, opened his lips, and made a lion's roar.

"Boom".

Ning Yi stretched out a palm in a very timely manner, the palm was attached to one side of his ear, he squinted his eyes, the majestic sound wave rolled through, the sword qi in the palm of the palm slid out of an arc barrier, and it opened like an invisible umbrella, and his whole person was shocked to the side by this sound wave.

The hand that the monk was holding was like a "gecko with a broken tail" at this moment, shaking his sleeves and sending it out, with a click, it was broken, and this arm was given to Ning Yi.

He stood in the pit, one hand puffed out, amplifying the sound next to his lips and teeth, holding the sound waves.

"Boom-"

Ning Yi's body was almost parallel to the ground, he glanced at it hurriedly, threw away the broken arm, and then raised his hands before the sound wave came, staggered his arms, covering his left and right ears respectively.

With a blank face, he stepped on the roof of an ancient temple of Bodhisattvas.

As soon as he stood still, the roar of the lion swept in.

In an instant, countless blue bricks and tiles were all lifted by the rolling sound wave, and the heavy snow that was blowing one after another was swept upwards by this sound wave, not only the ancient temple where Ning Yi was, but all of them were shaken by this majestic sound wave within a radius of one mile.

On the ground, frost, snow, and rocks were tossed away, levitated, and then shattered into chips.

The angry monk who stood in the pit with one arm, at this moment his eyebrows were soaked with monstrous anger, like angry eyes, the Adam's apple rolled, Sanskrit condensed like a tidal wave, the tin rod was inserted in the center of the pit, and the contaminated void flame on his robe was rapidly shrunk in the rolling sound tide, and then annihilated.

The whole robe was shattered by the sound tide, and a torn cloth shirt hung on the tin staff, and the nine diamond rings on the top of the tin staff collided.

He let go of the hand that held the sound, slowly held the tin staff, and put his palm on the rough cloth shirt, the whole world was constantly impacted in the wave after wave of thick sound, and the black-robed young man standing on the top of the ancient temple was still calm, but his ears were already oozing blood, and the blood overflowed through the palm, connecting the dots into a line, and just flew out of a little bit, it was quickly drowned by the sound tide.

Ning Yi's physique is indeed extremely strong.

But he was defenseless against the hand of the "Jizo Bodhisattva".

He trampled his feet on the ridge of the roof, all the bricks and tiles around him were shattered, only a bare wooden backbone remained, and I don't know what material it was cast, it was so strong that Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, his gaze moved down with difficulty, he saw the beam on the sole of his feet, it was pitch black, and there were vermilion lacquer marks around it, as if it was refined by a secret method, by looking around, an ancient temple by one by one, the roof was uncovered by the lion roar of the "Jizo Bodhisattva", revealing the skeleton, and the texture was the same.

He was thoughtful.

The roar that kept pouring into his ears through his fingers seemed to have a slight movement.

The monk who did his best to make a lion's roar slowly gave birth to a crimson glow above his head.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at the pit.

Ordinary bodhisattvas are all majestic and unsightly treasures, except for Jizo Bodhisattva.

That bodhisattva helped sentient beings in the "five turbid and evil worlds" without Buddhas, so that sentient beings could believe in cause and effect and return to the Three Jewels, so he showed the appearance of a monk.

The ancient monk with his robe shattered, holding the tin staff in his palm, slowly made a movement of raising his arm and accumulating strength.

A broken cloth shirt, hunting in the wind, like a piece of gun cloth, the tin staff, is a big gun, the whole person bent down, the whole body is full of qi and wishful, like a tight bow.

That tin rod, shoot out in an instant!

The qi is as thick as a green dragon.

Ning Yi snorted dullly, no longer covering his ears with his hands, letting the blood spill out of his ears, raising his palms and folding them in front of his chest, and in the next moment, the tin staff slammed into his palm.

The black-robed young man frowned, his throat sweet.

This is the first time since his recovery that he has been "injured", killing the Nine Great Demon Witches of the Ten Realms in Vermilion Bird City, but it took a few breaths of effort, and he fled for more than half a month in a row, but he was exhausted and did not suffer injuries.

The strength of this tin staff is somewhat beyond my imagination.

Ning Yi suppressed the mouthful of blood that was about to overflow his lips, the whole qi was stagnant, his palms were closed, and he pinched the crown of the tin staff, and the whole person was uncontrollably carried backwards by this huge force, and the "cause and effect" that he smashed on the bodhisattva with a punch before was repeated in him at this moment.

It's just that although Ning Yi's qi was stagnant for a moment, it was never disordered, he was carried backwards by the tin staff, his toes were frantically touching the ground, and every time he stepped heavily on the skeleton ridge of the temple roof, he continued to sweep backwards like a feather.

Too bad the hell.

Ning Yi's ears were silent at the moment.

Only the buzzing sound remains.

In fact, the moment the tin staff was thrown, the "Jizo Bodhisattva" no longer roared, but the lion's roar still echoed in Ning Yi's ears.

The ancient monk standing in the pit also looked like he had used great strength, after throwing the tin staff, he watched the tin staff swing towards the distance with the young man, his expression was obviously not good, his chest was originally high and bulging, and when he threw the tin staff, it was the most bulging, like a balloon full of air, but after the lion's roar, it was already a shriveled one, and the whole person did not have the slightest feeling of being young and strong, but like a dry bone that had been squeezed dry.

He stepped on the ground with both feet, rushed out again, the broken sleeve robe could no longer hold the wind, in the sweep, he inhaled deeply, countless blue lights under the ground converged towards him, the shriveled chest bulged again, and the whole person regained the peak posture of the "Jizo King Bodhisattva" sweeping Liuhe.

Ning Yi's face was expressionless.

He's going to use all his strength and he's about to stand firm.

The toes just hit the ground.

The monk chased after him with great speed, raised one palm, jerked out the remaining arm, turned sideways, pressed his palm on the end of the tin staff, and the moment they collided—

A wave of sound vibrated open.

Ning Yi's hair was swept backwards.

Two people with a tin rod.

Assemble a straight line with great impact.

The entire ancient temple completely collapsed from top to bottom, the dragon and snake rose and fell, and the heavy snow on the ground was shaken by this qi engine.

Blurred vision.

The Vermilion Bird not far away was stunned, this was simply a fight between the gods, the fake Bodhisattva who was "not good-looking", didn't look strong, and was almost hammered to death by Ning Yi's first punch, was so capable of fighting, so durable?

What realm does this have to be?

At least it has to be the Great Perfection of the Ten Realms, right?

Based on what he has seen and heard, Ning Yi is now a living monster, although the realm has not entered the life star, he has long had the killing methods, treasure weapons, and extremely powerful endurance that the life star does not have.

In its opinion.

In this world, it is impossible for anyone to defeat today's "Ning Yi" in the realm of the Ten Realms.

No one can.

Even his master, Mr. Zhou You back then, in the realm of the Ten Realms, it was impossible to win against Ning Yi after the recovery of the Imperial Tomb.

There is great terror between life and death, and there is also great opportunity.

Today's Ning Yi is obviously a great creation after wandering around the ghost gate.

This body that lives to death is the best proof of this.

......

......

Gangfeng shattered.

The end of the tin staff was held down by the monk's palm, and Jizo Bodhisattva's throat let out a harsh roar, and he desperately tried to push the tin staff, but found that the side of the tin staff crown was like a big mountain, and no matter how hard he tried, it was not moving.

His gaze was filled with anger, and there was even a hint of fear at this moment.

The smoke and dust and the wind and snow were whistling in unison, and only a Zen staff was far away, and he couldn't see the face at that end clearly.

The cloth shirt hanging from the crown of the tin staff kept hunting, and the sound of the nine rings clashing violently and loudly.

Ning Yi's back was "leaning" against a sharp stone, and the broken stone, chamfered, stuck in his back, seemed to have poked into his back...... But in fact, it's just what it seems.

The distance between the two is a little different, but it will never be shortened.

The black robe is flying.

Ning Yi's face gradually became clear in the wind, sand, frost and snow.

Jizo Bodhisattva saw the calm and indifferent man's face clearly, he was a little incredulous, he asked himself, these waves of offensive just now, as long as they have not entered the realm of a thousand years and have not ignited the life star, if they are replaced by any cultivator in this world, they will be "mortal situation".

Over the years, there has never been a Yin Demon Cultivator who has stepped into this place as tricky as this young man today.

The wind and snow are gone.

Purple air comes from the east.

Wisps of purple qi swirled beside Ning Yi's cheeks, reflecting his countenance, like a true immortal in the sky at this moment, high above.

At the time of the decisive battle between Changling and Liu Shiyi.

Ning Yi once touched the Zixia of the "White Bone Plain".

His ears, which were bleeding from the roar of the lion, returned to normal in a few breaths...... This kind of injury, for Ning Yi, may be the same as an ordinary person peeling an apple and cutting his fingers.

Or even lighter.

The two are still evenly matched.

But Ning Yi looked at the ancient monk, but his gaze was emotionless, as if he was looking down.

The false bodhisattva looked at Ning Yi and involuntarily turned into an upward gaze.

Ning Yi pushed the tin staff with one hand, and in an instant, the snow tide rolled, and the nine ring buckles burst open, and the nine golden rings exploded and splashed, and the seven or eight ancient temples around them were shaken and collapsed.

The two of them had a tin staff, and they were pushed forward quickly by Ning Yi.

The eyes of the "Jizo Bodhisattva" were full of horror, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the other party from pushing his own trend, that young man's body, was there a real dragon in his body?

He wanted to let go, but his instinct told him that if he let go now, the tin staff would instantly penetrate his chest and pierce itself.

It's hard to ride a tiger.

Can only be hardwired.

After two breaths, Ning Yi began to run.

Two waves of snow in front of Ning Yi, behind the monks, so open out, one after the other, like a sword boat flying over the sea, easy to use, sharp to the extreme, countless blue light flew out of the ground, trying to stop Ning Yi's momentum, at first it was directly shattered, and was reduced to a "mayfly" with a mantis arm as a car, and then to the back, the speed of Qingguang was no longer as fast as the running of these two people, and the sky was full of cyan brilliance, far behind Ning Yi, like a chaser of the snow tide.

In this way, Ning Yi pushed the Bodhisattva, smashed the stone wall of the ancient temple one after another, and the ruins of the wall, under the big snow mountain in the dead corner of the West Demon Domain, the majestic sound of snow tide rolling echoed, and it was pushed all the way to the bottom of the mountain.

"Boom".

Ning Yi nailed this "Jizo Bodhisattva" to the bottom of the mountain.

The ancient monk's "return to the light" has already been carried out on this road, and his face is like a withered face, his face is bleak, and the ten fingers stacked together are already white bones, and it is extremely difficult to hold the tail end of the tin staff.

Ning Yi looked indifferent and said: "Who should I be, it turns out that I am also a pilgrim, I came here to be a bodhisattva, I really think that I deceived a few people to believe your nonsense, relying on this little wish, I can go to heaven?"

The monks already have less air in and more air out.

But there is still a breath of air.

He looked at Ning Yi in pain, and the pleading in his eyes was very obvious.

Ning Yi just smiled and didn't show mercy.

He exerts power with one hand.

Holding down the tin rod is like ringing a bell.

With a "boom", the tin rod was nailed into the stone wall, and the entire snow-capped mountain let out a tremor.

The white bones in his chest were shattered inch by inch, and the monk's face was forever frozen in astonishment and fear.