In the face of Daoji's challenge, Feng Zhou gladly agreed.

When he first came to this world, the first great power he encountered was the Roc Bird.

And the Dapeng bird is completely vulnerable in the eyes of Jigong.

At that time, Feng Zhou still wanted to worship Jigong as a teacher, but unfortunately Jigong couldn't look down on him.

Unexpectedly, twenty years later, he had reached the pinnacle of magic, and Jigong had also come to this point under his own guidance.

Since Jigong intends to fight with himself to verify the magic power of the Dharma and use it as an opportunity for him to ascend to the Buddha position, then he also happens to pass this battle and take a solid step towards the quasi-saint.

A month is a quick time.

Hesitating Jinling is thousands of miles away from Yashan, so the boat goes to the clouds early in the morning.

This time he did not take his wife and children with him, but went alone.

Because in his opinion, this big battle is just a fight between two people who cherish each other, and there is no need to take people there.

The gods and Buddhas of the heavens have their own dignity, and basically they did not come.

In the past twenty years, Feng Zhou has repeatedly refused the edicts of the heavens, so whether it is the heavenly court or other fairylands, he will definitely not be present to watch the battle.

But at this time, many people gathered at the foot of Yashan Mountain, and they arrived here a few days earlier than Feng Zhou.

As soon as they heard the news, they rushed from all over the world.

Not only the monks of the Central Plains, but also the monks of Dongying, Goryeo, Tubo, Tianzhu and other places.

These people have Buddhas and Taoists, shrine gods, witch sect great shamans, and even great masters of monotheistic religions.

After all, this battle is too shocking. It almost represents the pinnacle of the showdown between Buddhism and Huaguo Daomen, which has not been heard of for thousands of years. The Nanyang Dao realm is even more poured out, and the grandmasters are almost gathered. In a short period of time, Yashan, the top of the seaside mountain, has gathered more than 20 great master-level strongmen.

If these strong people make trouble, it is enough to reach the top of a small country. But everyone waited silently, waiting for the arrival of the two decisive fighters,

At this time, Feng Zhou arrived at Yashan Mountain.

"The top of the cliff mountain, what a meaningful place, is it the place chosen by the Jigong Association, or the providence of God. Feng Zhou sighed lightly.

In his memory, the cliff mountain should be black and white.

For the first time, the civilization of the Central Plains fell completely at the feet of nomads in all directions.

100,000 soldiers and civilians jumped into the sea, suffering heavy casualties.

And the reader who has been dying finally realizes the end of his death.

After the Mongols established the Great Yuan to unify the world, scholars became the existence of the lowest status.

Nine Confucianism and ten beggars, which shows the lowly status of Confucianism.

He stood in the clouds at this time, looked at the cliff deep into the sea, and saw the flat ground on the top of the cliff, and sighed again.

Fortunately, with his own presence, he can completely turn the battle of Yashan into an ordinary battle of magic.

Yashan is located in Gujing Town, Guangnan East Road, where the water of Yinzhou Lake flows out to the sea, and it is also the entrance and exit of the tide. There is a cliff mountain in the east, there is a soup bottle mountain in the west, the vein of the two mountains extends into the sea to the south, such as the door to bind the water mouth, just like the door that half opens, so it is also called the cliff gate.

At this time, a large number of people were waiting at the foot of the cliff mountain.

"Mr. Donglai, do you think King Ning and Daoji are strong and weak. ”

At the corner of the top of the mountain, a middle-aged scholar with sharp eyes asked.

Next to him, Mr. Lu Zuqian of Donglai frowned, although he is proficient in classics and knowledgeable, advocates reasoning and practice, and applies what he has learned, but he is really not good at fighting, killing and killing.

"Mr. Long Chuan, it goes without saying that it must be Master Daoji's victory. Master Daoji is the reincarnation of the Dragon Arhat, as for King Ning, he is a human being, only in his forties, how can he be an Arhat opponent. ”

On the other side, a learned man said with a stalk.

His eyes were bloodshot and he hadn't slept for days and nights.

This is the new generation of young scripture master Zhen Dexiu.

And the one who asked Lu Zuqian at the beginning was Chen Liang, a famous man at home, known as Mr. Longchuan.

These three people, all famous people in the sea, were affected by the closure of the boat, and they had essentially gotten rid of the influence of science on them.

These people were originally studying on Guangnan East Road, and after hearing the news, they came to Yashan to watch the battle of the prosperous world.

But from the bottom of his heart, Zhen Dexiu is more inclined to science.

But now that science has died out, no one studies it anymore, and Zhu Xi, the master of science, has also died of depression, which makes Zhen Dexiu always have a trace of resentment towards Feng Zhou. He hadn't slept for a few days, just waiting for the day of the decisive battle, and he could see the defeat of Fengzhou.

Lu Zuqian frowned and did not answer. In other circles, there has been a lot of discussion. can come to the top of the mountain to watch the battle, almost all of them are the top people in the world.

There are also many wealthy families on Guangnan East Road, and some people also came here at this time, mainly to support King Ning's feet.

Although Feng Zhou has retired and has not even done it, but how great is his reputation and how profound his influence is? Of course, everyone knows it, so of course everyone supports Feng Zhou.

After all, currying favor with Feng Zhou is equivalent to currying favor with the whole true lineage of the DPRK.

"If you want me to say, His Royal Highness King Ning has great magical powers, how can a monk who teaches the Dharma in Nanyang be compared to him?"

"I heard that Daoji is the reincarnation of the Dragon Descending Arhat, but even if he is the reincarnation of the Buddha, how can he be compared to His Royal Highness King Ning?"

A group of drifters are desperately touting the boat.

Just listen, boom and thunder.

From outside the sky, a golden light rushed in. The golden light was like a sharp sword, crossing the sky, shooting in midair, revealing a man made of gold, as if smeared with gold dust, wearing a golden robe and holding a golden scepter in his hand.

The man stood in mid-air, the light on his body shining through the peaks, like a god in the sky.

The surrounding mountains and forests were pressed by the majesty of the man's body, and he bent over slightly.

"It's... This is?"

The magicians present were all stupid in their direct eyes, as if they had seen ghosts.

They were just a group of mortals, and at most they had seen a master of internal strength who was holding a broken stone, or a charlatan who knew a little magic. When will you see this golden man, towering over the sky and with a monstrous momentum?

Even the well-informed Lu Zuqian, Chen Liang and others also changed their faces wildly at this time.

Without seeing the real gods with their own eyes, one can never imagine their supernatural powers. It was looking down on all beings, like a god's residence in the Nine Heavens. In the eyes of these people, mere mortals are really no different from ants.

"Seeing that his momentum is already so powerful, how angry are the Ning King Fengzhou and the Dragon Descending Reincarnation Jigong, who are above the ten thousand immortals and standing at the pinnacle?"

Everyone dared not imagine.

"It's the high priest of the true god of Zoroastrianism, I didn't expect it to appear here. ”

Many magicians have changed color.

The name of the high priest of the true god of Zoroastrianism does not need to be said at all, it is said that he was enlightened by Manichae, and he is the only one in the world who can inherit the power of light.

"Whoosh. ”

The arrival of the High Priest was only the beginning.

Immediately after, a thin old man came from the sea, he did not take a boat, but stepped on a dragon snake, the dragon snake was huge, and between swallowing and vomiting, he could duel with Dapeng.

"Guru Modi, one of the three great Brahmins. ”

Soon, another guy with a huge body, a grimace and a human body, wearing a yin-yang mage uniform, fell from the sky.

"The ghost god of Toei Zuosu Shrine is reizen. ”

Countless people exclaimed.

With the arrival of the two of them, black rays, blood light, and green rainbows converged from all directions.

Many land immortals, eight immortals crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers. There are qi refiners who come from cranes, there are descendants of giants from the desert wasteland who are several meters high, and there are god-level transcendents who come from storms. It's all old monsters hidden in various places, and they were born in order to witness the battle of the earth immortals.

"King Ning and Master Daoji, why haven't you come yet?"

After about a dozen land immortals arrived, the Zoroastrian High Priest couldn't help but frown.

"Boom. ”

I saw a distant sky, a Buddha light that penetrated the heavens and the earth, bursting out, shining with golden light, a monk in ragged clothes and holding a broken fan appeared out of thin air, laughing: "Even your master Mani is honest in front of the monk and me, you junior, you are noisy." ”

Everyone's eyes widened, and Master Daoji, the reincarnation of the Dragon Descending Arhat, one of the warring sides, finally appeared.

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