The hearty and cheerful laughter resounded on the top of the mountain, Mo Qingge's arms were stretched, and his body was full of energy, like an ancient demon god, taking the sun, moon, mountains and rivers into his arms, the momentum was infinitely high, and the unparalleled sense of existence filled the heavens and the earth.

The mountain rocks under his feet seemed to be unable to withstand the majestic pressure of Mo Qingge, collapsing layer by layer, shattering inch by inch, floating and rising against common sense, condensing into three hundred and sixty-five round stone balls between the electric light and flint.

The stone ball is about the size of a fist, arranged neatly according to the order of the stars of Zhou Tian, hanging but not falling, with Mo Qingge's hands gently turning slowly, three hundred and sixty-five "stars" move along the trend, between the stars and the stars, secretly in line with the regular changes of the cycle.

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Within a radius of 100 zhang, the vitality of heaven and earth rioted, like being swallowed by a whale, constantly pouring into the three hundred and sixty-five "stars", surging power surging out from the "stars", layer by layer, endlessly, swallowing the sky and eclipse the sun like a cover to the sweeping monk.

"If the old man is not mistaken, the donor's move should be born from the Gusu Murong clan's Douzhuan Xingxing, but even if the late Murong Longcheng personally used it, he may not have the ability of the donor, and the donor's talent is so high, which really makes the old man admire!"

The sweeping monk opened his mouth slowly, which seemed to be a lengthy series of words, but in fact it was said in an instant, but the words were clear and clear, fast and slow, and it was really strange.

Between the words, the sweeping monk clasped his hands together, and his attitude was serene, sacred, and peaceful.......

The wrinkled and old skin stretched out at this moment, becoming smooth and white, as if flawless glass, exuding a faint golden light of the Buddha, and the three-zhang Shakyamuni Dharma appeared behind him, followed by the heavenly maiden scattered flowers, the earth surging golden lotus and other mysterious visions.

The Buddha sits on the lotus platform, the treasure is solemn and solemn, one finger to the sky, one finger to the ground, as if the heaven and the earth are the universe, and the vast universe is between his palms.

The next moment, the Buddha's hands turned, and the remnants were stranded, turning into a hundred arms and thousands of hands, and the immeasurable palm power sucked the wind and clouds, forming a series of pale golden air columns to empty out.

Thundered!

Two earth-shattering forces collided together, like thousands of thunderbolts exploding, roaring and shaking, resounding through the sky, shaking the mountains!

The void twisted and folded, like a piece of rice paper that had been violently rubbed and then spread out, and every inch of space was filled with chaotic and violent power, and a hurricane like a steel knife overflowed and scattered, flattening the entire mountain peak.

Huge mushroom clouds rose up, countless cracks appeared on the devastated mountain, and sometimes rockfalls rolled down, smashing large areas of trees.

"Happy!"

A low cheer full of joy came from the mushroom cloud, and I saw two vague figures parting at a touch, and then they fought frantically like thunderbolt and lightning, and the devastated mountain top was full of the figures of the two people flashing and rushing, and in an instant, they had fought no less than a hundred times.

A heavy palm with a strong weight forced Mo Qingge to retreat and force him away, and the right palm of the sweeping monk followed, and the palm power was condensed like a true gang, turning into a palm print that exuded a hazy golden light, the palm print was dazzling, and the texture was complete, and it hit Mo Qingge with the momentum of overwhelming the mountains and seas.

"Everything has a way, such as a dream bubble, master and appreciate my dream that contains the essence of Buddhist martial arts!"

Flying backwards without a point, Mo Qingge smiled, his middle finger flexed inward, and his thumb gently rested on his middle finger, and then popped out.

There is no wind and no waves, this finger has no momentum at all, but the diamond palm print that is enough to open the stele and crack the stone is full of ripples, dissolving and dispersing like a dream bubble.

"Turning something into nothing, the donor's finger is not enough to describe it. Although the sweeping monk's face was not shocked, his tone was heartfelt admiration and full of admiration.

For Mo Qingge, the recognition of his opponent was far more pleasing to him than the praise of his friends and lovers, and a happy laugh came from his mouth, causing a violent wind around him, sweeping away the smoke and dust in the sky, and then his body was like a feather, as light as nothing.

This is already the top of the mountain, close to the sea of clouds, Mo Qingge jumped into the wind, straight into the vast clouds, the invisible force escaped and stirred, the clouds and mist surged and scattered like waves, revealing a round of brilliant sun shining on the world.

The clouds are overwhelming, the sky is negative, and the glow is like a curtain.

At this moment, Mo Qingge Lingtai was clear, and the qi of his body seemed to merge with the great sun on the top, regardless of each other, and an invisible but condensed majestic pressure enveloped the entire mountaintop.

The restrained eyes of the sweeping monk couldn't help but squint, and his body of qi was condensed into a column, just like the Dinghai Divine Needle in the blue waves, tenaciously and tenaciously resisting the majestic pressure that fell from the sky.

"Master, try to take my palm again!"

The snow-white robe was hunting and dancing in the wind, and the condescending Mo Qingge slowly raised his right hand and held it high on the top, like the ancient god with the power of the world, supporting the sky with one arm, holding the glorious sun that has been high for hundreds of millions of years in his hand, and then turning the world upside down, turning the palm print!

Nine days of sunset, burn the mountains and cook the sea!

The majestic palm momentum tilted downward, turning a radius of dozens of zhang into a flaming oven, the terrifying temperature rose sharply, and the air crackled and exploded, like boiling water steaming up a white mist.

Above the heavenly dome, those clouds and mist that were surging and scattered gathered and converged again, red as the glow, and were pulled by the aura formed by the palm momentum, turning wildly and turning sharply, turning into a funnel to the sky and hanging down.

The magnificent vision, within ten miles, is clearly visible.

Shaolin Temple, in front of the mountain gate......

The blood flowed like a river, the corpses were covered with corpses, and the tragic battle that lasted for half a quarter of an hour finally came to an end, and the ending ended in a fiasco of the righteous martial arts forces.

In addition to Qiao Feng, who was seriously injured and dying, was rescued by a mysterious man in black with chains, countless heroes of the sect in the north and south of the world either surrendered or perished, no matter whether they were friends or enemies, they all understood a fact.

Biluo Tiandu dominates the rivers and lakes, it is already the trend of the times, and it cannot be stopped!

In this regard, some people are happy, some people are sad, but in just a few breaths, these emotions have been replaced by shock, looking at the red clouds that droop down in the sky, and the vast golden light that rises, countless people are shocked and unable to speak to themselves.

The masters present condensed their eyes one after another, and looked into the distance, only to see that in the red glow and golden light, two tiny black shadows as dust were rapidly approaching, and finally collided together.

"Who is the Divine fighting?"

Such doubts surfaced in everyone's hearts, and it was hard to imagine what kind of existence it was, with such a penetrating ability to cause changes in the heavens, but soon some people thought of the inexplicably distant Biluo God, judging from that unfathomable cultivation, it may not be so capable.

So, who is the other person?

Mu Wanqing wiped the blood on the Qiushui Sword with a silk handkerchief, a trace of nervousness flashed in her eyes, and after a while, her expression gradually eased again, she didn't think that there was anyone in the world who could win against that enemy.

At the top of the mountain, the air is extremely hot, the rocks are dry and cracked, there are traces of scorching everywhere, and some places are even melted by high temperatures, and glass crystals appear, which is completely a scene after a natural disaster.

"After all, the donor's skills are superior, the poor monk is defeated, and he is convinced, and he only hopes that the donor can be compassionate, less killing, and a variety of good fruits. “

The sweeping monk stared at Mo Qingge in the distance, and after a long time, a lonely sigh came out, and the shocking cracks spread like spider webs all over his body, and the whole person looked like a glass porcelain on the verge of shattering.

Rumble!

The incomparably hot qi erupted from the body of the sweeping monk, overflowing along the cracks on the surface of the body, and the old blue and white monk's robe was ignited by the qi energy, turning into raging fire, and the flesh and bones were also incinerated by the blazing sun true qi, and finally reduced to soot in the wind.

A generation of gods and monks has fallen!

Mo Qingge's eyes were condensed, the red clouds around his body, a round of big sun phantom slowly appeared behind his head, after a while, the anode gave birth to yin, Mo Qingge's body diffused frost-white cloud smoke true qi, a round of bright moon phantom in the cloud smoke from shallow to deep, completely condensed.

Yin and yang are combined, the sun and the moon shine together.

The high-intensity battle stimulated Mo Qingge's potential, and in the cultivation of the Sun and Moon Divine Book, a secret book of immortals and demons, Mo Qingge had already crossed the threshold of the beginning and entered the realm of Xiaocheng.

Looking at the broken mountain top where there was no one but himself, Mo Qingge muttered and sighed.

"There is no end to the bitter sea, and it is difficult to cross the other shore...... Master, your path is at the end of your way, so you can't send it away!"