Before they knew it, the two had reached the peak of Xiangshan.

Falling on the top of the big Buddha standing high in mid-air, far away.

The palm wind and fists collided, making a series of unpleasant muffled sounds that made people feel tight and short of breath.

In the midst of the wind, Sang Xiu's eyes widened angrily and he stood still.

The waves of qi stirred up by the intersection of fists and palms crossed the side.

His eyes stared at Zhao Junyu incredulously.

"You, who the hell are you?"

"How can there be such a powerful fist?"

"The poor monk's Vajra subduing demon style is a thousand-year-old secret tradition of this sect, and it is among the seven secret legends of Dongying. ”

"It's not a secret legend of China, it can't be resisted!"

"Your fist technique is so powerful, it can never be a secret legend of Huaxia. Sanghyu muttered to himself, gulps of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, pouring out of his mouth.

Think about it slowly, and when you figure it out, you will understand, Zhao Junyu sneered.

"I'm not convinced!"

"Vajra Demon Subjugation Second Style!" Sang Xiu's eyes were blood-red, his hands were folded, and suddenly a violent gust of wind swirled between his palms, and a wave of energy containing powerful energy was generated out of thin air.

The domineering energy wave rotates violently, and it seems to be able to crush the surrounding air!

"Die!" Sang Xiu suddenly opened his arms wide, his palms pushed wildly, and the huge and rapid momentum wave slammed into Zhao Junyu with the power of crushing all obstacles.

Zhao Junyu let out a long laugh.

"Seven Absolute Emperor Fists, Annihilation!"

This punch turned out to be as light as an ordinary person, and it seemed to have no strength.

It was this seemingly weak punch that was like punching out of thin air, and it was like punching a black hole out of thin air, and the mighty and overwhelming wave of energy crashed into this black hole.

Suddenly, like a thin snow hitting boiling water, it disappeared silently, as if everything had never happened.

"Sure enough," Sangh laughed miserably.

"Master, disciple go. ”

"Lord Fazong, I will personally overtake you. Sang Xiu closed his eyes and closed his eyes, and blood flowed from his mouth, eyes, ears and nose.

The previous Vajra Demon Suppression Two Styles had burned all his true elements.

With a hula, Sangxiu's body fell from the sky.

At this moment, a majestic bell suddenly thundered in my mind!

Zhao Junyu was slowly calming down the shock True Yuan, and the seven absolute annihilations of this move just now also cost him a lot of True Yuan.

This sudden, bell ringing in his mind suddenly made Zhao Junyu's heart tremble, and his soul was blank.

Imprisoned, unable to move!

"Haha, the donor's cultivation is unfathomable, and he is really a contemporary leader. ”

"Especially the Divine Soul, which is not only pure but also surprisingly powerful. ”

"With such a wonderful body and a powerful soul, the old monk was disrespectful. ”

In the vast sea of consciousness in Zhao Junyu's body, the clouds and mist were churning, and they were white.

A gray air mass slowly drifted towards the spiritual platform in the middle of the sea of knowledge, which was obscured by clouds and mist.

On the gray air mass, a looming face appeared, and it was extremely weird.

It was the thin old monk who confronted Zhao Junyu Shennian in the Daxiong Treasure Hall during the day, that is, the consciousness incarnation of the thousand-year-old flesh Buddha.

I saw that on his anthropomorphic face, there was a strong greed and floated towards the spiritual platform.

In the middle of the spiritual platform, the flickering and dancing spiritual fire is Zhao Junyu's divine soul.

The breathtaking bell continues to ring!

At this moment, Zhao Junyu's soul was imprisoned by the bell, and he couldn't break free, so he could only struggle weakly.

"It's best not to do useless work, my natal magic weapon soul refining bell was given by the ancestor two thousand years ago. ”

"The old monk's body is dead, but the god has been warming and refining the soul bell for more than a thousand years. ”

"It has become the ultimate magic weapon, enough to suppress everything in this world. ”

"At a young age, although the cultivation is strong, the strength of the spiritual power is the only thing that the old monk has seen in his life, but to fight against this magic weapon, it is still to hit the stone with an egg, and it is helpless. The gray air mass showed a smug look on his face.

"Obediently let the old monk swallow your soul, accept your body, and the donor should die as soon as possible" The more the gray air mass thought about it, the more proud he became, and laughed.

The next moment, his laughter stopped abruptly.

The eyes on the gray air mass were wide open, revealing an incredible look of horror.

"It's all over beep, isn't it?" a faint voice sounded.

In the spirit platform, Zhao Junyu's soul transformed into a villain, Huo Ran turned to stare at the gray air mass with a mocking expression.

At the same time, the entire sea of knowledge suddenly burst out with a strong white light, sweeping away the previous clouds and fog.

Above the spiritual platform, a nine-legged treasure with vast power stands imposingly.

Baoding's body, carved with a dense cloud sea and star pattern, the whole Baoding exudes a simple and vicissitudes of life, the vast power of creation, rushing to the face.

Suddenly, the Soul Refining Bell wrapped in the gray air mass suddenly died down in front of this ding, and it could no longer make a sound.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Zhao Junyu's soul-incarnated villain let out a long laugh.

"You came up to die yourself, no wonder Lao Tzu!"

Leap up and grab at the gray air mass.

"No, the Buddha's treasure is here, you are a demon, you dare to be presumptuous!"

He was completely suppressed by Xuan Huangding at this moment, unable to move, and trembling with fear.

"Buddha help me!" the gray air mass screamed sharply, but the color was inward.

"Will the Buddha help you? Lao Tzu is an evil demon?"

"You are a Buddhist rebel, if the Buddha is here in person, you will be the first to die, and you are still here with Lao Tzu and the fox to fake the tiger, who are you fooling. Zhao Junyu sneered.

Although he was stepping on the top of the towering Buddha at this moment, he surprisingly did not feel a trace of the repulsive power that he felt during the day, but there was a faint force blessing.

Looks like you don't like rebellion either.

Zhao Junyu grabbed the gray air mass into his hand, and the more he pinched it, the tighter and tighter he became, and the faces on the air mass kept screaming, struggling and twisting.

"No, why didn't you help me!" the faces on the air mass screamed in despair, and the anger was raging.

But to no avail, it can only dissipate into the invisible as the gray air mass becomes more and more invisible.

Knowing overseas, the real world.

Zhao Junyu stood on top of the towering Buddha, hunting in clothes.

With one hand, he inhaled it, and suddenly a humanoid white skeleton in a robe was sucked into his palm out of thin air.

It was the thousand-year-old Buddha body during the day, and there was only a pile of white bones left at this time.

Hmph, Zhao Junyu sneered, Zhenyuan slowly burned, and the blue Dan fire in his palm suddenly ignited.

The humanoid skeleton of this thousand-year-old Buddha is burned.

It only took a cup of tea to turn everything into ashes.

Only one phalanx bone was left and turned into a white relic.

This relic is the transformation of the old demon monk's lifelong cultivation.

Zhao Junyu also felt that inside this finger bone relic, there was a surging pure power of incense faith.

Obviously, this is the power of incense faith that Sang Xiu and the old demon monk have deceived and collected in recent years.

These are all Lao Tzu's, Zhao Junyu unceremoniously put the finger bone relics into the space ring.

In the future, if someone prays to the so-called thousand-year-old flesh Buddha in any place, then the power of faith generated will be transferred to this finger bone relic for Zhao Junyu's use.

With a clang, a small Van bell with a dark body also fell to the ground.

This should be the old demon monk's soul refining bell, the best magic weapon.

Zhao Junyu also put it away unceremoniously.

Zhao Junyu let out a long laugh and jumped down from the top of the Buddha.

At this time, thousands of miles away in Kyoto, the winter rain continued.

In a bamboo courtyard with the architectural style of the Tang Dynasty in China.

A middle-aged monk who had closed his eyes and meditated for a long time suddenly opened his eyes and was full of light!

In the night sky, in the direction of Yanjing, I watched from afar.

(Po Sing Shek Academy)