At this time, the red light around the flower's body has been fully doubled compared to the first beginning, and the red light is soaring into the sky, and there is no peak at all.

The clouds in the sky were also pushed around, revealing a hollow.

In the sea of blood-colored fire, the murderous aura was full, and the meaning of destruction filled a radius of about fifty zhang.

With the flowers always blooming, the snow around them has long since melted, the ground is blackened by the heat, and the heat wave is rolling, and the field is full of fly ash and sparks.

"Anitabha." Suddenly, a Buddha horn sounded, and the immortal monk walked in the courtyard where the flowers were always blooming.

His gaze seemed to fall on Hua Changkai, and he opened his mouth to spit out the word "demon", and then turned to Long Batian and pronounced the word "demon" again.

When Long Batian saw the immortal monk walking into the courtyard, he immediately showed a look of eagerness on his face, holding the short gun in his right hand and putting it down, he didn't speak, and immediately his whole body seemed to release a tornado, the tornado wrapped him inside, and the whole person disappeared.

With a dragon roar, the tornado around Long Batian's body suddenly flew out of his body, turning into a huge black dragon head, directly attacking the immortal monk.

The immortal monk stood outside the courtyard outside the black ash, his hands were together, his eyes were closed and he was chanting Buddhist scriptures, and a white lotus flower appeared above his head.

The white lotus turned slowly, and the white hazy light enveloped the entire immortal monk inside.

The black dragon head carrying the demonic qi of Sen Ran stepped forward, opened its huge mouth, and swallowed the white lotus flower and the immortal monk in one gulp.

However, at the moment when the dragon's mouth was just closed, the white Buddha light suddenly flourished, and the dragon's head dissipated, and Long Batian, who was standing on the roof, opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood mist.

The immortal monk opened his eyes and took a step forward, the lotus flower on his head was still spinning, and the Buddha's light was magnificent, even the red light in the courtyard was also moving.

Hua Changkai, who had obviously revealed the madness, suddenly turned around, looked at the Immortal Monk with blood-colored eyes, opened his mouth and let out a low roar, and the red light facing the Immortal Monk suddenly swept forward.

The red blood light and the white Buddha light touched, and they immediately dissipated as if they had turned into green smoke.

"It's not terrible to be confused, it's terrible to be obsessed." The immortal monk continued to take a second step forward, his feet stepped on the black fly ash in the courtyard, and the monk's shoes suddenly ignited a red flame, which was burned in an instant.

However, as if he had not noticed anything, he continued to walk forward, and his bare feet were on top of the black ash, which was especially dazzling under the white light, and the soles of his feet that came into contact with the black fly ash were even more polished and white, like the skin of a newborn child.

Raised barefoot, a white lotus flower suddenly bloomed slowly in the place where the original foot, the lotus emitted a white shimmer, and the ground covered by black fly ash was shrouded in white light, and suddenly more white small lotus, the lotus flower bloomed, and the green lotus leaf grew out, from the white flower, among the green leaves, exuding pure vitality.

Vitality dilutes the destruction around them, and white lotus flowers and turquoise lotus leaves obscure the black fly ash.

Walking out in two steps, there is already a lotus pond behind the immortal monk, and the lotus immortal monk is born step by step.

"Roar!" Hua Changkai roared again, but the red light did not pose any threat to the Immortal Monk.

Standing on the roof, Long Batian, who had blood in his mouth, suddenly grinned: "Bald donkey, good means!" Look at my dragon lance! With that, the short dragon spear in his hand was thrown out.

The short dragon spear turned into a streamer of light, and shot at the immortal monk rapidly, the tip of the spear rubbed against the air, first emitting a little light, and then it was a great light!

At the end of the light was a sharpness, sharp enough to break through any barrier in the world!

Long Batian is the first person under the Grandmaster, his strength is rare in the world, and if he wants to break the mirror, the fastest way is of course to defeat the Great Grandmaster!

The nine great masters in this world, the ghost king has fallen, the Yin God Ji has been beheaded, Long Aotian is his master again, and there is no one under the sword tyrant, Liu Wanli is the first person among the great grandmasters, so if Long Batian wants to challenge the great grandmaster, the best candidate can only be the four holy monks of Buddhism.

The four holy monks of Buddhism sacrifice their lives and forget death, among them, the immortal monks practice the most bizarre method of immortality, which can live the dead and heal white bones, but has never killed a single person.

Therefore, when Long Batian saw the Immortal Monk, of course he was very excited, because this was his best challenge goal!

A shot is a natal bet, the short dragon spear is his natal divine weapon, which contains his divine thoughts and blood, thrown with all his strength, turned into the strongest blow, wanting to kill the Buddha and preach the Tao!

In the face of Long Batian's full force blow, the immortal monk's steps forward paused, his hands merged again, his mouth recited the Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, and the lotus flower on his head accelerated to turn, and the Buddha's light was great.

Long Batian is the pinnacle of the Nine Pins, only half a step away from the realm of the Great Grandmaster, and his exercises are blindly killing and domineering, coupled with the blessing of the Divine Soldier and the Short Dragon Spear, the power of this blow has already broken through the realm of the Nine Pins and jumped into the realm of the Great Grandmaster, this is the strength of the Long Batian!

"Buzz!" With a bang, the short dragon spear pierced the white light, and a blow that could break through any barrier in the world, of course, was extraordinary!

However, the immortal monk's face did not have any different color, his eyes were still closed, his mouth was reciting Buddhist scriptures, his expression was natural and solemn, and his face, which should have been full of childishness, was full of holy brilliance.

Breaking through the Buddha's light, the short dragon spear that stabbed forward stopped chanting as the immortal monk stopped chanting in his mouth, opened his eyes, and suddenly stopped.

The tip of the spear was pointed on a lotus petal on the top of the immortal monk's head, and the lotus kept rotating, and the still tip of the spear rubbed out sparks on the lotus petals, making a "zizi" sound.

"Amitabha, put down the butcher's knife to become a Buddha." The immortal monk chanted the Buddha's name, and the short dragon spear suddenly began to dissipate from the tip of the spear, and the dragon overlord on the roof raised his head and spewed out a bloody arrow, and his knees fell to his knees, smashing the roof tiles.

The dragon lance that can break through any barrier in the world is dissipating, because the lotus flower it pierces is not a worldly thing.

The natal lotus of the holy monk of the Great Grandmaster realm, how can it be broken by the nine grades? Even if it's the pinnacle of the nine grades, so what?

The immortal monk took another step forward, the lotus flower bloomed under his feet, the lotus seat on his head moved forward, the short dragon spear dissipated, and the dragon overlord on the roof spurted blood again, even if he knelt on his knees, as if he couldn't support it.

Throughout the ages, there have always been only a handful of great grandmasters in the world, and there are countless strong people who want to challenge the great grandmasters to peek into the sky, and in the end, all of them turned into ashes.

"Amitabha..."The immortal monk gave birth to lotus step by step, one Buddha number at a time, and the short dragon spear was extinguished again, and the figure of the dragon overlord was already crumbling.

The natal short dragon spear infused with divine thoughts and painstaking efforts was naturally his sharpest weapon, but at this moment, in front of the great grandmaster, it had become his biggest flaw.

The tomorrow of genius is often the fall, so there is never a shortage of geniuses in the world, and there is no shortage of stories of geniuses falling.

"Confidence comes from the desire to surpass oneself, and what can support confidence to reach the other side of success can only be strength." The Immortal Monk let out a sigh: "I don't kill people, but I will destroy demons!" Amitabha..."

After saying that, he took another step forward, and before he knew it, half of the courtyard was already full of lotus flowers, bounded by the immortal monk, half of the lotus and half of the ashes!

PS: When it comes to writing about the Great Grandmaster, I am really helpless, and the Great Master is the pinnacle of this article, not only in terms of detachment in strength, but also in terms of mood and meaning. But this is not a reason to owe more, to this day, I owe three more, remember in my heart!