magic door player

Chapter 58 Samadhi God Fan

Pang Yue went deep into nine Buddhist caves in succession, and finally reached the end.

In the ninth Buddhist cave.

A mighty black-brown river passes through the center of the cave.

On the side of the big river, the flowers and trees are lush, like a tropical rainforest.

On the other side of the river, there is a dark and deep void.

Standing in front of the big river, Pang Yue looked intently, and saw that the big river was actually composed of countless space fragments and void turbulence!

The big river seems real and unreal, and seems to be far away.

Standing by the "river", there is an illusion of disordered spatial perception.

The big river divided the entire Buddhist cave into two worlds. The sky above the river was like the void outside the realm, a piece of chaos and darkness.

A guess suddenly popped up in Pang Yue's mind, could this be the border of this ancient secret realm?

"It's a pity that there are still missions for the sect, otherwise..."

Pang Yue looked at Dahe and sighed leisurely.

The aura here is extremely abundant, and he has harvested hundreds of Ice Soul Snow Lotus, among which there is a holy grade one. If it can be performed well, it can be worth a hundred years of hard work!
"Go to the meeting point first!"

With a movement of Pang Yue's body, he stepped on the Naihe Bridge and fled in the direction of the back and forth.

……

Hong Zhe, Meng Zitao and his party entered the Buddhist cave, but found nothing but some exotic flowers and herbs.

A group of people continued to go deeper into the cave, and soon came to the third Buddha cave.

Nine Tianhai Sect monks are busy offering a roll of formation diagrams and sealing the entrance of the entire cave.

The auras of the nine people flickered, intertwined with the array, and merged into one. A water curtain blocked the entrance of the cave like a sea tide.

"Tianhai Sect monk?"

Hong Xi swept his eyes away, and without any nonsense, he directly activated the Samadhi Fan and fanned it towards the nine people.

The feather fan swelled against the wind and turned into a size of several feet. Suddenly, a black tornado fanned out and struck forward!
"No, it's the true inheritance of the Magic Talisman Sect!"

"Tier one magic weapon, use all your strength to mobilize the formation!"

The nine members of the Tianhai Sect reacted quickly, and immediately gathered their mana in one place to activate the formation with all their strength, when they heard the roar of the tide, and a dazzling water-colored brilliance rose up.

This large formation is called the Taixuan True Light Formation, and the Taixuan True Light that it spurts out is surging, mighty, and powerful!
I saw that in the water-colored light curtain, there seemed to be countless rivers and waves flowing, transparent and shining, and bursts of spiritual pressure spread, far surpassing Daoji perfect monks!

The water light and the black tornado collided suddenly in the air, making an earth-shattering noise.

The water was filled with light, and the black wind was raging. For a while, all the vegetation and Buddha statues in the cave were destroyed, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

Hong Xi let out a long laugh, and flicked the Samadhi fan to his heart's content, and released three black tornadoes again, rolling towards the water.

A heaven-shattering force emerged on the spot, tearing the sky-filled water curtain Huaguang to pieces.

The monks of Tianhaizong were shocked, and hurriedly activated the formation, the water curtain soared, which was comparable to the samadhi kamikaze.

"Cultivator of the Demon Talisman Sect, don't be rampant, my senior brother Yan Qichang, the sea-overturning sage, is nearby, hurry up and retreat!"

The monk of Tianhaizong shouted sternly.

When Hong Xi heard this, he burst out laughing.

"The Sacred Hand of Overturning the Sea? Good! Thirty years ago, Hong fought with him and lost half a trick. This time, he just got back his principal and interest!"

With a sway of his figure, he turned into a breeze and floated into the Taixuan True Light Formation.

The Samadhi God Fan was in his hands, displaying a power that made Meng Zitao speechless, and nine fist-thick black tornadoes swept out, easily piercing through the brilliance of the water curtain, and penetrated into the bodies of the nine monks.

"what!"

The monks of Tianhaizong screamed in unison, as if they were suffering the cruelest torture in the world.

The flesh and blood of the nine people fell off one after another, and turned into ashes in a blink of an eye.

Russian hectares.

There were only nine white bones left on the spot.

Holding a samadhi fan, Hong Xi stands between nine white bones, leisurely and free-spirited.

"Brother Hong is domineering!"

Meng Zitao and others came to congratulate.

Hong Xi looked at the feather fan in his hand reluctantly, and exclaimed: "This magic weapon refined by Elder Meng is really powerful. I don't know when Hong will be able to have a magic weapon of his own!"

Meng Zitao said with a smile: "Senior brother Hong will definitely gain something in this exploration of the ancient Nine Nether Demon Sect."

"Nine Serenity Demon Sect... Well, it's worth not mentioning it, that is the opportunity that the sect gave Ye Xue, I can only wait... hehe!"

Hong Xi shook his head, as if thinking of something, he shook his head involuntarily, losing interest.

……

Seventh Buddha Cave.

A ray of sunlight traversed the sky, blocking Pang Yue's way.

In the rays of the sun, a figure stared at Pang Yue with a murderous intent.

His eyes fell on the bloody light wheel behind Pang Yue.

He saw one of the slender figures ups and downs in the bloody light, unable to rest in peace until death.

That was his favorite junior sister...

Yan Qichang couldn't help but think of the tender, sweet and tender time between the two a few days ago.

In his life, he had had dewy marriages with many young girls, but this junior sister was the only one he loved the most.

However... good fortune tricks people.

He actually saw his junior sister burned to death by the real fire of Taiyin that sprang out from the snow lotus, but he could do nothing.

The scene of his junior sister picking snow lotus and looking back with a smile has become the most painful memory in his life!

And the instigator of all this is the man in front of him!

Nothing to ask, nothing to say.

The blood shadow light wheel behind him already explained everything.

"You... deserve death!"

The sound was like thunder, resounding through the cave, echoing endlessly.

Pang Yue said indifferently: "If you don't get trapped in emotion, don't be confused by your heart, and don't get stuck in things, you can find the Dao. Friends of the Taoist circle have followed suit."

"Die!"

Yan Qichang looked up to the sky and yelled loudly, and with one palm, the sky was full of water like a river toppled, and it pressed towards Pang Yue.

This palm was struck by him with hatred, its power is unsurpassed, it is not inferior to Zhou Wuchou of Zhenyang Sect.

The master who overshadowed the sky is well-known, and he got it here!
With one palm down, Pang Yue knew that Naiheqiao would definitely not be able to resist it.

Even if he escaped into the endless void, he would be smashed out by Peiran Moyu's huge force of water and light.

He took a deep breath and pushed out with one palm.

A huge flame handprint emerged.

boom!
When the water light came into contact with the fingerprints, a shocking explosion sounded.

The water was like a tide, and it rolled suddenly, extinguishing the palm prints.

But the water light was also burnt by the cold and quiet fire on the palm print and disappeared a lot.

Yan Qichang's body was surrounded by rays of light, crazily devouring the rich aura in the cave, and continuously transforming it into pure and vast mana.

He was so angry that he slapped Pang Yue dozens of times in one breath.

I saw countless handprints mixed with the water in the sky, covering the sky and covering the ground, leaving Pang Yue with little room to turn around.

Pang Yue looked indifferent, and still pushed out with one palm.

The Balrog Mahamudra.

It's just that this handprint changed seven times in an instant, and with a snap of the fingers, it hit waves of heaven-shattering magic power into the water and light.

Boom boom boom boom boom!
Every time the Balrog Mahamudra is clicked, it is at the weak point of Yan Qichang's mana turning around!

It's amazing, it's wonderful!
This is not over yet, after seeing the big handprint of the Flame Demon force the shadows of the sky away, he still clasped his fingers into a seal, and a mana as sharp as a blade, slashed straight at Yan Qichang's face!
Yan Qichang couldn't help but twitched his brows, the glow around his body swirled, his figure swayed, he hurriedly dodged the sharpness of this mana, and then slapped it with his backhand, crushing it.

The Yanmo Mahamudra was born out of the Heavenly Demon Mahamudra, which contains infinite changes, and its power is not inferior to the Yan Talisman Sword Sutra.

Yan Qichang's expression was cold, and his magic power was fluctuating, so he was about to use the thunder method again to kill Pang Yue.

But at this moment, a loud voice sounded behind the two of them.

(End of this chapter)