Zhang Qing looked at the dragon root that exuded a red black, then looked under the ground, and finally fell on those demons and Buddha cultivators.

They, can't see?

Like a mirrored earth, there is no substance, and there is no obstacle to tamping.

However, Zhang Qing just saw the dragon root that was as black as ink, like a ghost, and like a demon.

Two copies, or is one of them fake?

Under the crimson black sky, the tree-like dragon root had gradually turned into a sacred vine, climbing in the void towards the top.

The one under his feet still looks like a tree, and the tentacle-like branches have sunk into the depths of the mirrored earth.

"The strength of Buddhism and demons should be comparable in this place where yin and yang meet."

Zhang Qing looked at those demons and Buddhist cultivators, there was only a quantitative gap between the two sides, and the absolute strength crushing did not exist, and it seemed that both sides still had hole cards.

In the deafening roar, the Buddha light that imprisoned Zhang Qing also showed the slightest crack, and the robbing star could not guarantee his own safety, let alone Zhang Qing.

His eyes were slightly condensed, and at the moment when the Buddha's light barrier was broken, Zhang Qing flew away in the distance.

Behind him, a terrifying and scorching aura surged, which was the power of the Buddha's karmic fire, fighting against the demon mist.

This place should not be stayed for long.

Zhang Qing didn't look back, until the light and shadow around him distorted several times, and the movement behind him was gradually hidden.

Turning around and looking over there, at this moment, he couldn't feel the movement of Qiu Longgen and many strong men fighting in the distance.

He didn't take a few steps back, because if he could feel the power of those Heavenly Gate Buddha cultivators and demons, those beings would also be able to sense that there was another person within the radiation range of their power.

Zhang Qing waited in place for a long time, and at the end of his gaze, he saw a faint streamer disappearing into the depths of the crimson light and shadow.

"It seems. It's almost over. ”

He didn't rush back, and waited where he was for a few days before he got up and walked towards his original position.

The mirrored ground has not been damaged in any way, and it looks like a transparent ice surface to the naked eye, reflecting Zhang Qing walking above.

The mess caused by the battle was also wiped out, and the trace aura mixed with the aura of heaven and earth could only make Zhang Qing distinguish that it should be Buddhism that had the advantage in the end.

Although he was greedy for the dragon root, Zhang Qing could only be helpless.

But when he looked under the mirrored earth, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The pitch-black tree-like dragon root has swelled to more than ten times, and although it is a reflection, it still gives people the illusion of being thousands of feet tall.

Zhang Qing landed on the 'ice surface', the cold breath almost froze him, and the Buddha light on his body turned into a huge palm and grabbed it downward, but before he touched the pitch-black dragon root, he was frozen by the extreme cold, and then jumped.

The red black eclipse sky overhead, and the cold ground under your feet, ordinary people can't get close to it.

The ordinary people here are also Heavenly Gate Realm monks.

The vast Buddha light continued to pour out, turning into sharp swords and shuttling under the mirror, but what puzzled Zhang Qing was that his strength could not touch the dragon root at all.

"It's not for nothing that I can go undetected."

Just as Zhang Qing was about to use some other means, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

"I didn't expect that there would be a second person who would be able to notice the strangeness here."

Turning his head suddenly, an old man with crane hair stood hundreds of meters away, looking at Zhang Qing with a stiff expression.

"You're not dead?" Zhang Qing was surprised, he didn't notice the other party's approach from beginning to end.

"If the old man has no means, how can he be able to crisscross in this void yin and yang for thousands of years?"

"It's you." The old man looked at Zhang Qing, "There are not many people in the Buddhism Gate who act alone, and those monks who are sanctimonious will not give up the advantages of the Buddhism Gate here." ”

"Oh? What advantages do they have? ”

"You're not a bald donkey." The old man looked at Zhang Qing and seemed to want to smile, but his expression was stiff, and he could only twitch the corners of his mouth twice.

"So, the old man began to wonder, how did you master the power of Buddhism, if I can also ......"

The old man reached out and patted his cheek, and then in front of Zhang Qing's eyes, he took his head off his neck.

"It's a little hard to get used to."

The bodyless head made a sound, and then one hand tore off all the clothes and human skins on the body, and finally exposed to Zhang Qing's eyes, which was a hideous metal puppet.

The head was reattached, but there was no human skin, and the whole thing was a metal human.

"Puppetry? So, isn't that your real identity either? ”

"Yes, so it doesn't matter if you die, but if you die, I'm afraid you won't have my life."

Zhang Qing turned his head to look at the dragon root below, "Do you know how to pick this thing?" ”

"Of course." The metal puppet looked at Zhang Qing, "But why should I tell a dead man?" ”

"It's inevitable that the night will be long and dreamy, so you'd better die first!"

A huge mountain-opening axe fell from the top of Zhang Qing's head and landed on the Buddha statue with an immortal golden body, and even split a crack the size of the bowl.

"This spirit treasure ......" Zhang Qing's eyes flickered, the spirit gold used in the axe was definitely not ordinary.

"The golden body of Buddhism, but that's it!" A cold voice erupted from the mouth of the metal life, and then he jumped up, grabbed the mountain axe, and slashed at Zhang Qing again.

Long black hair flew on the shiny head, and crimson flames ignited deep in the pupils, as did the body of metallic life.

An even more magnificent sound of Buddha reverberate, and the huge Buddha statue with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, put his hands together, and imprisoned the mountain opening axe in the center of his palm.

"My Buddha is merciful, and I also have Vajra angry eyes!" Zhang Qing shouted, and the next moment the huge Buddha statue opened its eyes, and the metal life felt the great horror that its body seemed to be squeezed into pieces of paper.

"A fake monk, what else is he pretending!"

Letting go of the Lingbao Kaishan Axe, the metal puppet took a few steps back, and four arms grew out of the armpit again, and at the same time, the body swelled several feet high, and a cold roar came out, and the Lingbao axe, which was imprisoned by the Buddha statue, turned into a streamer and pierced the palm of the Buddha statue, split into six, and fell on the six metal arms.

"Even if you can hide your cultivation, what can you do?"

In an instant, the metal puppet turned into a beam of black light and rushed towards Zhang Qing, and the six arms and six axes slashed wildly, chiseling through the golden body of the huge Buddha statue little by little.

The closer he got to the depths of the immortal golden body, the more he could see Zhang Qing's calm face.

The puppet doesn't contain much consciousness, can't think about too many esoteric things, he only knows that he is constantly getting closer to the goal.

"Die, die, hahahaha!"

The face of the crazy metal puppet distorted into a piercing metallic luster, and in a short period of time, a phantom array was arranged around it.

Finally, he approached Zhang Qing, who looked at him calmly and then held out a finger.

The crimson flames touched the metal puppet along the fingertips, and the next moment, the hard shell of the other party melted little by little.

"This ......," the metal golem's recovered face showed a deep sense of shock.

"No matter how hard the metal is, it is nothing more than a thing in the world, and it can't stop the Nine Heavens True Fire."

The surrounding world turned red, blocking the metal puppet's retreat, and the latter also behaved extremely crazy, knowing that he was in the middle of the scheme, he began to attack Zhang Qing.

As a physical cultivator, he is confident that he can solve his opponent in the shortest possible time and survive, and the dragon root underneath is his own.

However, he still underestimated the young man of the three heavenly gates in front of him.

A low dragon groan sounded, Zhang Qing's long hair flew, and a punch slammed into the blade of the mountain axe.

Blood flowed down the arm, and there was no notch in the Lingbao Mountain Opening Axe, but the arm of the metal puppet was shattered in this instant.

Grabbing the mountain axe, Zhang Qing smashed towards the metal puppet with his backhand.

This is not a simple axe, but a spiritual treasure that has been refined for many years, even if the blade of the axe is sharp, it will not hurt the owner in the slightest, let alone cut it open.

All Zhang Qing could use was the power carried by the spirit treasure itself, and smashed it at the other party with absolute power.

"Puppets are inferior to flesh and blood after all, you have limits, and I don't."

Zhang Qing's calm voice fell, crushing the other party's gradually melting body little by little, and then the flames turned into giant palms and sank into the puppet's chest, grabbing a beating heart out.

Everything the other party has is in this heart.

"You don't want to get anything from me, it's just a divine soul, the old man can cultivate it in decades!!"

"Really?"

One gasification and three clearing, start.

A completely unknown force enveloped the heart in his hand, and it did not encounter too many obstacles, and after half an hour, the beating heart in his hand had quieted down.

Stuffed it back into the pool of silver-white metallic liquid under his feet, and after a while, a barely condensed human figure stood in front of Zhang Qing.

Of course, most of his strength has disappeared, and I'm afraid that even a Heavenly Gate monk is no match for him.

Since it is a puppet, the strength of the other party comes from the materials used to forge the puppet and the lines engraved inside the puppet, and now these are all incinerated by Zhang Qing.

"Name."

"Qingfengzi." The puppet said calmly, he himself didn't know what it used to be called, and now only the name of the law remained.

"Where can you sense the body?"

"In far, far away, the strength of the body, in the Nine Heavens Gate, you are not suitable to look for him."

Zhang Qing was speechless and continued to ask: "How many puppet clones like you are there?" ”

"I don't know, but, maybe there are no less than hundred."

There are no less than a hundred, each of them, if they have the strength of the five heavenly gates, then the strength of this Qingfengzi alone has already surpassed most of the family sects in the Divine Court.

In other words, only those forces with the power of Sendai can suppress each other.

"Sure enough, in this place where yin and yang meet, the monks who still appear after the thirty-three days of shattering are not as strong as the simple goods."