The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 697 Black Hole
Faced with the oppression of Yang Lianzhenjia, Doujiu Monk's temperament suddenly changed and became as sharp as a sharp sword.

All the inner energy in his body was integrated into his body, making his whole body shine as brightly as a dazzling sun.

He slapped it with a palm, and a small sun seemed to emerge in his palm.

"Buddha said: Shariputra, all dharmas are empty and have neither birth nor death. The same is true for feelings, thoughts, actions and consciousness..."

He recited the mantra, and a powerful will surged into his eyebrows, making his eyes shine like two bright stars.

"This is a Buddhist relic? How could it be in the hands of a wine-fighting monk?" Yang Liazhenjia was secretly surprised.

The art of relic relics is a secret technique in Buddhism, and only a few eminent monks know how to use it.

"My Buddha is merciful and saves all sentient beings." Doujiu Monk clasped his hands together, with a solemn appearance.

Yang Lian Zhenjia was furious: "What nonsense, what kind of bullshit relic art, this god is unique in the world, how can he be saved by this kind of fallacy in Buddhism."

He made a secret with both hands and suddenly activated the mysterious force in his body to form a vortex.

Rumble!
The color of the sky and the earth changes, and the wind and clouds stir.

The air within a kilometer radius was swept away by this force and rushed towards Yang Lian Zhenjia.

"Yang Lian Zhenjia's internal strength has actually been cultivated to such an extent?" Zhang Sanfeng was shocked. This was simply unbelievable.

He felt an aura of annihilation of all things in Yang Liazhenjia, a power that could turn all things into nothingness and dust.

All things wither, wither, decay, die, and everything comes to nothing.

The wine-fighting monk was among them, his face solemn and his whole body glowing with light.

The energy and blood in his body surged like a river bursting its banks.

All the treacherous forces surrounding him were shattered and dissipated, unable to stop Doujiu Monk at all. His fists were burning with blazing flames and rumblingly smashed into Yang Lian Zhenjia.

"This guy is really difficult to deal with." Yang Lianzhenjia cursed in his heart, activating the majestic force in his body to transform into a ferocious beast.

This ferocious beast roared to the heaven and earth, like a giant beast from ancient times, and rushed away with a destructive wave.

boom!
The two clashed instantly, erupting with a deafening loud noise, and violent power swept across the surrounding areas.

Yang Lianzhenjia snorted, staggered back a step, and swayed slightly.

The wine-fighting monk was even worse. He groaned and blood gushed out crazily from his mouth and nose. It was obvious that he had suffered severe internal injuries.

But his eyes became brighter and brighter, more and more determined.

Just when he was making up his mind, a broad figure from behind stopped in front of him.

"Master is injured, leave this battle to me!"

But it was Song Xing.

The wine-fighting monk glanced at Yang Lian Zhenjia, suppressed the blood that overflowed from his mouth, and whispered: "This bull is fierce, little friend, be careful."

Both he and Zhang Sanfeng were seriously injured, and now they could only place their hopes on Song Xing.

Song Xing turned his back to him and nodded, then raised his head to look at Monk Fan in front of him, a bright light flashing in his eyes.

The aura of Yang Lian Zhenjia has reached a level that is intimidating, and the aura alone makes it difficult for many Wudang disciples to breathe.

Song Xing chuckled lightly, raised his hand and punched forward!
It was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, but before the punch came, a ball of golden light suddenly bloomed, brilliant and dazzling.

This golden light shines out, making people unable to open their eyes.

"Ah..." Many Wudang Mountain disciples couldn't help but close their eyes, cover their eyes, and wailed in pain.

"Huh? This is... horizontal kung fu?" Yang Lianzhenjia's pupils shrank because he felt a great crisis from this blow.

However, compared to practicing Kung Fu horizontally, Yang Lian Zhenjia thought that his body was already invulnerable to any damage, so he also waved his fists to meet the attack without fear.

There was a violent collision, and the ground beneath their feet cracked inch by inch, and a terrifying ravine that was several feet long and nearly ten meters deep appeared.

Yang Lianzhenjia stabilized his body and stared at Song Xing with a solemn expression: "Who are you? You have such strength." "The person who killed you!"

Song Xing said indifferently.

While speaking, he struck out with another domineering iron fist.

This time the punch was strong, like a volcano erupting, containing overwhelming power, as if it was going to burn everything.

Yang Lian Zhenjia couldn't resist anymore and took more than ten steps back before stopping.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a master hidden in the world." Yang Liazhenjia's mind was full of thoughts, and he knew that he had encountered a difficult person.

"But no matter how powerful you are, you must die today!" He roared, his body shook, his clothes rattled, traces of black air appeared on the surface of his skin, and his muscles swelled, full of explosive power.

He stretched out his right paw and grabbed it forward, and suddenly five jet-black nails popped out, sharp and sharp, tearing the air and stabbing fiercely.

Song Xing still showed no expression, and still punched straight out.

The air made the sound of shattering glass. His punch shattered Yang Liazhenjia's nails, and then hit him on the chest.

boom!
Yang Lianzhenjia spit out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment, coughed several times, and finally recovered.

"how is this possible!"

He stood up, his face full of disbelief, and even the depths of his eyes revealed a strong sense of horror.

His attack was easily resolved by Song Xing.

Yang Lianzhenjia roared angrily, jumped up, and killed Song Xing.

The aura on his body climbed to its peak, and a cold and evil aura filled his body and enveloped the entire square, which was terrifying.

"Evil heretics will be punished by everyone." Song Xing's mouth showed a hint of cruelty, and the energy and blood in his body rolled like a vast ocean.

Then, a crackling sound came from his body, and his bones, tendons, and acupuncture points were all opened.

In an instant, he seemed to have transformed into a war immortal.

What he performed was an extremely mysterious body-building skill.

Song Xing struck out with a palm, like the sun coming down, with vast and unparalleled majestic power.

Yang Lianzhenjia's body trembled, and he felt the power of this slap.

I saw him spreading his arms, and the bones all over his body made a clicking sound. The whole person seemed to have turned into a ghost, which was eerie and terrifying.

The two fists struck each other, setting off a terrifying hurricane.

But soon, a fierce cruelty flashed in Yang Lianzhenjia's eyes. His hands changed, and he made out strange seals one by one, and then aimed at Song Xing and pressed them.

Boom!

With this press, a terrifying wave was released from between his hands, forming a huge black hole.

This is his trump card. Originally, he would not use it easily, but now that Song Xing is forcing him into this situation, he no longer has so much to worry about.

"Hahaha..." Yang Lianzhenjia laughed wildly: "Although your physical body is strong, my demon-devouring skill specializes in defeating all kinds of defensive skills. You will definitely die today."

However, Song Xing was not panicked and still looked at Yang Lian Zhenjia calmly.

Amidst a violent roar, the huge black hole actually started to rotate violently, as if it had turned into a giant whirlpool.

Song Xing's fist was sucked into it, and his body immediately became heavy, as if he had been filled with lead water.

He sneered, and then he saw a red flame-like golden light emitting from his whole body, and his whole body was like a scorching sun.

"What's your little trick?" Song Xing sneered.

boom!
He punched out, as if the Emperor of Heaven was angry, and a great cauldron appeared in the void, suppressing the sky.

(End of this chapter)