Chapter 108: A Strong Enemy Strikes

Xuantian said nothing, and instantly entered the "Pure Realm", and his body became empty.

The next moment, he appeared three feet in front of Ning Daoqi and slapped it lightly with one palm.

Ning Daoqi's sleeve robe swelled and bent, and a majestic and continuous energy gushed out from his sleeve, blocking the palm that came to him. Then the body rushed forward, as if pounced, if slow, the contradictory feeling made people have a headache, but it was extremely chic.

His right hand pressed weakly to his chest, and his left hand was flicked forward, turning his palm into a claw, and grabbing it towards Xuantian Ji's palm.

Xuantian Ji's face was indifferent, he changed his palm into a finger, and pointed out with one finger, and countless finger shadows suddenly appeared in the air, killing towards Ning Daoqi.

Ning Daoqi raised his hands, and the air around him seemed to turn into gold and jade at this moment

, making it difficult for countless finger shadows to enter.

Ning Daoqi's face showed an innocent look like a child's sparrow, looking left and right as he watched the virtual birds in his hands leap up and down, chasing the strange situation of playing in the air. Xuantianji only felt that a tree appeared in front of him, and the birds were playing lively and full of business among the trees, all the actions seemed to be unintentional, but they were meticulous, making it difficult to distinguish what is true and what is false, what is false and what is real?

"The realm of virtual reality is somewhat interesting!" Xuantian Ji immediately saw that Ning Dao was enlightening the way of virtual reality. As the so-called void can be angry, so the void is infinite, pure and void, then this void is real, between the void and the real, although the state is different, there is no natural way, mysterious and mysterious, no big and no small.

Xuantian Ji's heart moved, and dozens of goshawks appeared on his fingertips, pecking at the birds fiercely.

He stretched out his hand again, and a large black storm appeared in the sky above Ning Daoqi, and countless storms smashed down, simple and brutal, forcibly attacking Ning Daoqi's domain.

Ning Daoqi's whole body robe sleeves were windless and automatic, his eyebrows were open, his form became mighty, and he punched upward, continuously making mysterious changes beyond any description, but it was a punch without any pretense, and it hit the storm.

As soon as he came into contact, Ning Daoqiton felt bad. As soon as this wind blew, Ning Daoqi only felt that his hands were about to be corrupted, and even a trace of chaos appeared in his mind, and his state of mind suddenly revealed a flaw, and even the realm was also a little malfunctioning.

Where would Xuantian Ji miss such a good opportunity, with a finger in the sky, a silver long river instantly appeared in the flaw, destroying the realm like a withering and decaying one, and slammed into Ning Daoqi's body.

Ning Daoqi was hit by this, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body retreated backwards, retreating dozens of feet before stopping, his expression languishing.

Xuantian said leisurely: "Ning Daoyou, if you don't let the masters of Buddhism come out, I'm afraid that Daoyou will die!"

"My Buddha is compassionate!" walked out of the east, west, north and south, and a monk proclaimed the Buddha's name.

And beside Ning Daoqi, there is an extra nun in Tsing Yi, who is the contemporary sect master of Cihang Jingzhai, Fan Qinghui. Although she is a person of the same generation as Ning Daoqi, her face looks like a woman in her twenties and thirties, and she is immortal, and she is not much different from her concubine. The body adds an otherworldly temperament, which makes people feel a sense of self-deformity, which can only be worshiped from afar, and dare not feel a little disrespectful.

The nun took out a pill and handed it to Ning Daoqi. After seeing that he had improved, he stood up, looked at Xuantian Ji, and said in a deep voice: "Master Xuanshi, you have entered the Demon Dao. For the sake of the common people in the world, the poor nun hopes that the donor will rein in the precipice, listen to the Dharma every day, and wash away the anger in his heart!"

Xuantian Ji didn't look at Fan Qinghui, and asked directly: "You come one by one, or go up together, Poor Dao took it today!"

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The four monks are the same as the Buddha.

The voices of the four monks are different, the tone is different, the letter is soft, the wisdom is long, the emperor's heart is strong, and Jiaxiang is hoarse, but the voices of the four people are combined, but they are like the morning bell of the twilight drum, shaking people's hearts, and they can wake up the people who are deeply enchanted by the bitter sea of the world as their spring and autumn dreamers, and realize that life is just a spring dream!

"Dare to survive the poor road and find death!" Xuantianji's face turned cold, and the Qingping sword appeared in his hand, and a sword stabbed out.

The sword body suddenly brightened, reflecting the flowing clouds in the high sky, and the green mountains on the edge of the wilderness, which was extremely beautiful.

This sword seemed to have taken away all the brilliance of heaven and earth, and countless creations in nature.

Incomparably splendid.

The brilliance can be dazzling, brilliant as the scorching sun, which makes people dare not look directly, but this sword did not make the eyes of anyone watching the battle feel stinging, but made people intoxicated.

Even Fan Qinghui was intoxicated by this beautiful and moving scene: a celadon-like sky, silky clouds, warm sunshine, beautiful fields, and a surging river.

This large river originates in the plateau. It was originally a trickling stream, stubbornly breaking through the mountains, flowing through the fertile soil and rain-abundant forests, undertaking countless rainwater tributaries, and turning into a large river, wrapped in the mud and sand of the north, and the river water was dyed with a turbid yellow color, and the momentum became more and more magnificent.

When the sword of the great river comes out, you will see the great river.

Anyone who sees this great river will eventually be swallowed up by the raging waters.

The Emperor Heart Venerable roared angrily, and the Zen staff instantly struck out, slashing towards the big river.

The heavy Zen staff, with great might, slashed heavily into the turbid and rushing river.

The river abruptly parted and rushed towards both banks, revealing a rocky bottom of the river.

The next moment, the river rushed back again, covering the sand and reef.

The Emperor Heart waved his staff again.

The river parted again.

He continued to wave his staff.

The river continues to separate and then recovers.

On several occasions, the Zen staff slashed at the bottom of the river, making deep marks in the mud at the bottom of the river, chopping up thousands of rocks. When the staff meets the stone, it makes a dull loud noise, like the sound of striking iron.

In a moment's time, hundreds of Zen sticks came out, showing his incomparably profound skills, but he couldn't stop the surging river from heading southeast.

The Great River continues to descend.

The river roared.

The wind roars.

The Emperor Heart Venerable screamed and disappeared into the river.

It all seems like a long time, but it's actually only two breaths.

Two breaths of time, the emperor's heart is dead!

Before the other three holy monks came to the rescue, they saw that the Emperor Heart Venerable had died under the Xuantian Machine's sword, and they were all furious and rushed towards the Xuantian Machine.

"Only by heart!"

Master Jiaxiang shouted, gathered his life's strength to condense the "One Finger Zen", and an extremely terrifying finger shot towards Xuantian Ji.

"Dharma hand!"

Master Daoxin's face was solemn, and a monstrous Buddha hand crashed into Xuantian Ji.

"Heart Buddha Palm!"

The master of wisdom used a "treasure bottle seal" and smashed it into the Xuantian machine.

Stroke in the field.

After a few moments, the Xuantian Machine vanished.

The next moment, he appeared in the sky, his mental power erupted, and the Qingping Sword turned into a streamer of light, shooting towards the three holy monks.

Qingping's sword instantly arrived in front of Jiaxiang and passed directly through his body.

Jiaxiang is dead!

The next moment, the Qingping Sword penetrated the Buddha bodies of Master Daoxin and Master Wisdom again.

The four holy monks are all dead!