Chu Ling's undefeated flesh body Buddha's flesh body combat technique evolved from the earth's Buddha Gate Golden Bell Jar.

Unfolded, there is a Buddhist protector, angry eyes and fists.

It was precisely when the King of Canaan from the Buddha Kingdom of Prajna saw this that he saved Chu Ling alive with the supreme power of Buddhism and under the killing blow of the Xuanji Palace Master.

As soon as King Canaan's words fell, a mocking voice came from the sky: "Hehe, the bald donkey of the Prajna Sect is still so shameless, when did my disciple of the Zhongzhou Blood Phoenix Building be crossed into your Prajna Sect?"

Everyone looked up and saw that in the sky, the wind and clouds were stirring again, and a blood-red banner was fiercely unfurled and ringing in the wind.

In the center of the banner, there was a blood-colored phoenix, flying high with its wings and chanting softly above the nine heavens.

Seeing the familiar blood-colored flag, a wave of hatred and anger surged into Chu Ling's heart, his fists were clenched, and above his arms, cyan veins burst out, like a small dragon lying under his skin.

Not only Chu Ling, but also those brothers who came down from Jiuzong Mountain with Chu Ling raised their eyebrows one by one, revealing expressions of intent to choose someone to devour.

Blood Phoenix Banner - they will not forget it until they die.

The blood-colored banner swept across the world, making the entire sky look a little dim.

After the hunting blood flag, a battleship that had been sacrificed into a magic weapon flew over, and the lightning-like speed stirred the sky, the sea of clouds churned, and two long qi langs were pulled.

Everyone looked at it, and saw that at the front of the battleship, a burly figure stood outstanding, and let the violent wind blow his robe to the ground.

A hundred miles away, but in the blink of an eye, the building boat stopped firmly on everyone's heads.

"Whew-hu-"

More than a dozen figures flew down from the top of the building ship cleanly, and blood mist, behind them, was brought out, like a galloping Halley's Comet.

"Bang Bang Bang-"

More than a dozen people landed one after another from a high altitude, and the landing level took root, without the slightest shaking and staggering, which is enough to see how terrifying these dozen people are in their control of power.

Among the dozen or so people, the leader was a burly old man, the old man was dressed in a strong suit, his silver-white hair was as hard as a steel spear, his roots were erect, and his facial lines were extremely rigid, revealing a murderous aura.

This person is the person who has just taken the lead and stood at the front of the battleship, at this moment, the momentum he exudes is comparable to the quasi-princely realm of the Heavenly Dragon King, and it is much weaker than the two great kings of the Xuanji Palace Lord and the Canaan Dharma King.

After the old man landed, King Canaan clasped his palms together and took the lead in saying to this old tough guy: "It turned out that it was the King of the Mountain Slaughter of the Blood Phoenix Tower, and the poor monk was clumsy." ”

The old tough guy who was replaced by the King of Slaughtering Mountains did not rush to return the salute to the Xuanji Palace Master, but turned his head and glanced Chu Ling up and down.

The Xuanji Palace Master felt that he was being ignored, and the most important thing was that he was ignored by a quasi-prince who was 108,000 miles worse than him, and his face suddenly sank, and he shouted: "What kind of mountain slaughtering king, dare to be wild in front of this emperor, do you really think that this emperor is afraid of your reputation in Zhongzhou?"

As he spoke, he had already reached out a big hand and suppressed the old man.

"No!"

The King of Canaan broke off and snorted, and also used the authentic sound of Buddhism, but the master of the Xuanji Palace still went his own way, and he had no intention of stopping.

Since the master of the Xuanji Palace has been in charge of the Xuanji Heavenly Palace, he has been held up by the people, and over time, he has given birth to a sense of superiority that I have in the world.

But this time, first here in Chu Ling, he suffered a dumb loss from the Buddha Country, and then he was ignored by an unknown junior from Zhongzhou.

The Xuanji Palace Master felt unprecedented grievance and humiliation, so he chose to make a brazen move, in his opinion, a quasi-prince, no matter how against the sky, could not resist the blow of his own Dacheng King.

In fact, this blow, he was very measured, and he estimated that he would be able to save face for himself, and he would not offend this bloody phoenix building.

After all, the Xuanji Palace Master also knew that any force that could gain a foothold in Zhongzhou, a place where there were many strong men, more or less, had some skills that could not be underestimated.

However, the moment his big hand poked out, he suddenly found that the corners of the Mountain Slaughter King's mouth actually curled up with a strange smile.

When the Nine Dao Xuanji Palace Master was in doubt, King Tu Shan took out a thin piece of paper from his arms.

Is it the Holy Proverbs?

When the Xuanji Palace Master saw this thin piece of paper, a faint solemnity appeared on his face.

However, that solemnity is just a fleeting moment, and if it is just a holy proverb sacrificed by a quasi-prince, I am afraid it will be difficult to resist the attack of him, the king of Dacheng.

He just didn't expect that the person standing behind the other party was actually a great sect that had been a saint.

In Midstate, there is a general rule for the names of various denominations.

In order to distinguish it from ordinary sects and sects, all the sects that have been out of the sage are crowned with big characters, such as the Sun Shooting Divine Mountain, which can also be called the Sun Shooting Great Sect.

If it is a sect that has produced a great saint or two or more saints, it will be named a holy place by people.

All the great religions that have produced saints are by no means comparable to ordinary sects, not to mention anything else, just an ancient scripture containing the holy way is enough to make countless ordinary forces difficult to match.

With a playful smile on his face, King Tu Shan threw the thin piece of paper high, and a vast sea of holy breath suddenly burst out from it, like a torrent of iron horses, crushing in all directions.

"Not good!"

Feeling the terrifying energy fluctuation for the first time, the Xuanji Palace Master sighed in his heart, and his heart suddenly jumped out at that moment.

Impossible, impossible, it's just a holy proverb controlled by a would-be prince, how could it burst out with such terrifying power?

The Xuanji Palace Master didn't want to believe that all of this was true, but that terrifying energy fluctuation was right in front of him, attacking him, and his feeling was impossible to deceive him.

Could it be ...... Is it a holy note written by the Great Sage himself? The other party's sect is actually a certain holy place in Zhongzhou?

But there are only a few holy places in Zhongzhou, how come he, the master of the Xuanji Palace, has never heard of a holy place called the Blood Phoenix Tower?

Many conjectures flashed through his mind in an instant.

But just this moment of effort, that vigorous holy might, had already crushed in front of him, making him irreversible.

"Fight!"

The Xuanji Palace Master gritted his teeth, he cultivated all his body to pass through the Xuan, coupled with the Golden Holy Technique, even if he really faced the holy note written loudly, he would not be so embarrassed.

With this thought in mind, the Xuanji Palace Lord shouted angrily, waved his hands, and evolved the incomparably mysterious Golden Holy Dao.

But in the next second, the holy note suddenly burst out with a golden light, and in that divine light, a majestic and boundless figure actually stepped out: the body was long, the chest and shoulders were broad, and the body was radiant, like an ancient giant who shouldered the heavens and the earth.

Around that figure, ten thousand rays of light shone brightly, and in the glow, everyone could vaguely see the phantoms of various divine beasts, entrenched and guarded around, like a protector.

As for the face of that figure, no matter how many people present could see it, they could only see a gray patch.

The master of the Xuanji Palace recited the golden ancient scriptures and greeted him with a hard head.

Everyone thought that a shocking roar was about to erupt, and they all shrunk their necks, squinted their eyes, covered their ears, and got ready.

But to everyone's surprise again, the explosion that should have been earth-shattering did not come, and was replaced by a warm middle-aged voice: "Golden Technique?"

This sound was like a thunderbolt that hit everyone's heads, causing everyone to freeze in place and lose the ability to think.

After being stunned for a while, everyone turned their gaze to the air.

I saw that the light and shadow that time I couldn't see the true face, and at this time, I was casually grabbing the Xuanji Palace Master in my hand, as if staring at the Xuanji Palace Master with a questioning look.

And the Xuanji Palace Master was completely stunned, and even the golden ancient scriptures that he had been chanting forgot to continue chanting.

"Just ...... I seem to hear a voice talking, is it my delusion?"

"It seems...... It seems like...... Did I hear that, too?"

"Goo...... Difficult...... Could it be that the phantom of the saint has spoken?"

An onlooker swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty and speculated tentatively.

"Perhaps...... It should be. ”

Some people echoed the suspicions.

At this time, the voice that had just been given Wen Run sounded again, Wen Run was low and magnetic: "Is it the Golden Technique?"

Sure enough, it came from the illusory shadow of the saint.

"Nima......! This...... It's not a holy proverb at all, it's ...... This is the oracle !!"

Finally, someone used a trembling and frightened voice to reveal the truth.

An oracle is not a holy letter or a holy proverb.

The holy proverb or holy note is just a true meaning of the ancient great sage, and the holy oracle is a supreme holy object infused with divine will by the sage.

To put it simply, a holy proverb or holy note is nothing more than a tool that can burst out the holy breath, which is equivalent to a disposable holy weapon.

However, the oracle is infused with the supreme divine will by the Holy One, containing the consciousness of the Holy One, and once it is sacrificed, it can make the consciousness of the Holy One manifest, which is equivalent to a simple doppelganger of the Holy One.

Moreover, a holy oracle can only manifest the phantom of a conscious saint before this saint sits down.

Once the Holy One sits down and the Holy Way collapses, the divine consciousness that he remains in the Holy Oracle will also collapse, and the Holy Oracle will become an ordinary holy proverb and holy note.

However, what does it mean that the oracle sacrificed by King Tushan can actually manifest a conscious saint phantom?

This means that the Blood Phoenix Tower behind the Mountain Slaughter King is not only a great sect that has produced a saint, but also that saint is still alive!!

"Zhongzhou out of the Holy ...... Zhongzhou out of the Holy ......"

The onlookers, after being shocked again and again, finally came to their senses, stared at the phantom feverishly, and while whispering, they unconsciously bent their knees, poofed, and knelt down......