Martial arts long journey

Chapter 770
Watching Mo Yan and other monks from the Zhuanlun King Kong Temple begin to arrange formations to seal the dark magic sky, Zhong Wunian on the other side couldn't help but a cold stern look flashed deep in his eyes.

Although Zhong Wunian looked as if he was dressed in a proper and authentic manner, as the head of the top school of the Dao Sect of the Yuan Dynasty, how could he be a simple and easy person?
If it weren't for the fact that there was a Moang monk who was not inferior to him in the field right now, he would have already killed Moyan and other monks who were arranging the formation.

You must know that Zhong Wunian traveled thousands of miles from the East China Sea to this bitter cold place in the Western Regions in order to pursue the Dark Demon Heaven.

Now that the holy land of the lineage of magic is about to be completely born, the monks of the Zhuanlun King Kong Temple say that they seal it, so how can Zhong Wunian feel happy?

Staring coldly at the monk Mo Ang standing opposite, Zhong Wunian said in a deep voice with no expression on his face: "Monk Mo Ang, you should know the meaning of the Dark Demon Heaven to my lineage of the Demonic Dao, right? Today you are very Do you want to cut off my chance?!"

Cutting off a person's chance is like killing a person's life, and the actions of the monks in Zhuanlun King Kong Temple to seal the Dark Demon Heaven are undoubtedly cutting off Zhong Wunian's once-in-a-lifetime chance.

At this moment, Zhong Wunian's heart was already filled with unstoppable rage.

If it was placed elsewhere, Zhong Wunian would have already fought Mo Ang.

It's a pity that this place is the boundary of Daxue Mountain after all, and it's too close to the gate of Zhuanlun King Kong Temple. Zhong Wunian is also worried that Zhuanlun King Kong Temple will try its best to suppress him.

Therefore, Zhong Wunian has been forcibly enduring the anger in his heart all the time, and he just competed with the monk Moang through the air mechanism, and did not directly tear his skin against the King Kong Temple.

"Amitabha!"

Hearing Zhong Wunian's extremely cold voice in his ears, the Mo'ang monk couldn't help but smile slightly, he folded his hands together and recited the Buddha's mantra and said: "The benefactor Zhong has a sign, this dark demon heaven is originally a place for evil spirits to harm the world, How could it be a place of opportunity for the benefactor? From the point of view of the poor monk, it is better to seal it as soon as possible!

And since this land of evil spirits has appeared on the Daxue Mountain today, it may be because of God's will in the dark, so I, Zhuanlun King Kong Temple, should seal this land of evil spirits, which is a disaster for the world. "

After the words spoken by the monk Moang fell, Zhong Wuniandang snorted coldly and said, "God's will? If you, Monk Moang, don't believe in your Buddha, when will you talk about God's will again?

Your Zhuanlun King Kong Temple has deliberately sealed this Dark Demon Heaven here. It is nothing more than worrying that another giant like the Holy Sect Master and his old man will come out of this Dark Demon Heaven from the same line of my Demon Dao, worrying about my Demon Dao. Will the strength of one branch increase greatly after passing through the Dark Demon Heaven?Why are you talking so grandly? ! "

Monk Mo Ang did not refute, he said with a smile: "What benefactor Zhong said is what it is!

In any case, at the moment, the Dark Demon Sky, a place of evil spirits that cause harm to the world, has been sealed by the poor monk.

If the benefactor Zhong retreats here and returns to the land of the East China Sea to enjoy blessings and practice, then the poor monk will have never seen you benefactor Zhong today.

If you, benefactor Zhong, are still determined to go your own way, then it is impossible to say that the poor monk will perform the act of vajra to subdue demons today! "

The more he talked about it, the louder the voice of Moang Divine Monk became, and in the end it exploded deafeningly like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning.

Hearing the voice of Divine Monk Moang, the expression on Zhong Wunian's face became more and more gloomy, and he said in a very indifferent voice: "Monk Moang, you are showing yourself in front of this sect. Do you have a loud voice?!"

Just now, the monk Moang seemed to be pointing at Zhong Wunian's nose, telling him to go back to the East China Sea.

If Zhong Wunian remains indifferent, where will he, the majestic master of Yuanshi Taoist sect, the most powerful martial artist in the world of martial arts, be placed? !
Therefore, Zhong Wunian stopped talking nonsense with God Moang, and flicked the long sleeve of his Taoist robe with his right hand.

In an instant, the surrounding white snow swept up, and it quickly transformed into a sharp and cold ice blade, and finally cut towards the Moang monk crazily.

Facing this overwhelming storm of ice blades, the expression on Moang's face became more and more solemn, but when he saw a Buddha seal slowly squeezed out in his hand, bursts of Buddha's light and Zen shadows suddenly appeared from his body. Blooms bloomed around his body, enveloping him like a huge golden bowl.

No matter how the cold ice blades cut and swept, the golden bowl did not change at all. Instead, the ice blades were finally broken and shattered by the shock.

Seeing such a scene, Zhong Wunian narrowed his eyes slightly, and he took a step forward suddenly, the tyrannical and terrifying primordial power burst out immediately, turning the snow into a sword, changing the world!

On this snowy mountain, the endless white snow gathered and condensed into a giant sword of a hundred feet, which immediately fell towards the Moang monk.

When the giant sword fell down, it even formed a terrifying scene of wind and thunder roaring and exploding. The power and power were simply shocking and frightening.

Looking at the terrifying giant sword that quickly fell down in the air in front of him, the expression in Moang's eyes was neither happy nor sad, and in the Zen shadow of Buddha's light blooming on his body, a Buddha's Dharma image with kind eyebrows and kind eyes slowly emerged come out.

The huge statue of the Buddha made out the Buddha's seal with one hand, held up the golden bowl with the other, and faced Zhong Wunian's giant sword fearlessly.

The giant sword slashed down in the air, the golden bowl trembled slightly, and the endless Buddha's light instantly swayed on the giant sword, causing the power blessed in the giant sword to quickly disappear and melt away.

This giant sword was only condensed by Zhong Wunian with ordinary ice and snow, once the power contained in it was broken, it would naturally turn into white snow again and fall down.

It's just that before the power contained in the giant sword was completely dissipated, Zhong Wunian's figure had already moved and flashed in front of the monk Moang, and when he pressed it out with his palm, the mountains and rivers were in turmoil!

Facing Zhong Wunian's palm, the corner of Moang's mouth slightly curved, and the Buddha seal in his hand suddenly turned into a fist, and he just smashed it out in a daze.

When the fists and palms clashed, terrifying energy tides burst out around the two of them in an instant, and spread out in all directions.

Even the white snow on the ground was crushed and melted by this terrifying aftermath, which was as deep as a finger.

(End of this chapter)