Immortal nobles

Chapter 211
Undoubtedly, the thunder light full of destructive aura was hard to shake in front of Huikong's seemingly thin Buddha body. The incomparable Lei Ming Nine Cutting Fist was so powerful, but it failed to bring great power to Master Huikong. Lei Xingkong's psychological trauma was at least superficially true.

Seeing this scene, Lei Xingkong was horrified, he never expected that his super-level full blow would not have the slightest effect!
Lei Xiu focused on killing rather than defending, and Lei Xingkong's attack just now was a killing strategy formed by the perfect fusion of two supernatural powers. It would be difficult for a bone-changing powerhouse to take it hard in one blow, but the same situation in front of him The monk in the Embodied Realm actually took all of them without changing his face. What kind of terrifying strength is this?

For a moment, Lei Xingkong was also in a daze, and then looked at the indifferent mage Huikong with some horror. The other party's Buddhist and Taoist cultivation base was only comparable to the immortal realm, and he was just similar to himself. This is already a young man. The cultivation of the top genius in a generation.

But even though they are both in the Embryo-Breakout Realm, they never expected that there would be such a big difference. I am already at the top among all the Embryo-Breakout Realm cultivators, but who would have thought that Master Huikong would be even more terrifying. This is completely detached It's out of the realm of rebirth.

"Amitabha, the benefactor, it's like this, the benefactor should take the initiative to retreat, I don't know what the benefactor looks like?" Master Huikong uttered the Buddha's chant, and slightly stopped his hand, and there was a wave of waves on the ground, and the inexplicable Buddha's light spread around it. Come.

The tranquil and peaceful atmosphere dissipated the originally chilling atmosphere. At this moment, everyone realized that Master Huikong had resisted Lei Xingkong's full blow without even using a weapon.

Lei Xingkong was naturally aware of this, his complexion was slightly pale, his eyes filled with fear, his breathing suddenly became short of breath, and with a cold snort, he turned into a blue thunderbolt and disappeared before everyone's eyes.

Seeing that the other party retreated despite difficulties, Master Huikong put on a friendly smile on his face, nodded his head lightly and looked at the surrounding audience, the Buddha's name echoed in the ears of everyone again, mighty and mighty, as if it aroused the deepest sympathy of the people .

The atmosphere was peaceful and peaceful, and the brilliance of Buddhism sublimated in this small area of ​​Yayue Immortal City. For the first time, everyone felt that the power of Buddhism and Taoism is so vast, and Buddhism is so profound. Just when everyone was indulging in it, they suddenly heard There was a sharp sound in the distance!
"Stop bewitching people, the demon monk. This eastern land is not the pure land of your Buddhist family. Get back quickly, or you may be afraid that the moon will be short and it will be difficult to reunite!"

The sound like a thunderbolt was like thunder in the sky, everyone only felt the eardrums vibrating, as if the sound seemed to contain the supreme killing, it made people terrified, and then they suddenly realized that when did they lose their mind? , the Buddha's heart is gradually born?

At the moment, he was sweating coldly, and looked towards the source of the distant voice with a little gratitude, but it was a man wearing a crimson battle armor and a crimson purple gold demon crown. With a murderous look.

The blood-red long knife beside him stood horizontally on his shoulders, showing a bit of unruliness. Of course, the blood that had not frozen on his armor and the thick blood around him showed that this man was not an ordinary Dharma cultivator, but a martial artist. .

This pair of battle armor is a real melee fighting armor, which is obviously different from Li Luo's previous dharma boosting armor, and anyone with a discerning eye can tell the difference at a glance.

"Yan Chizhong! I didn't expect Liuhua Tiangong to call him back. No wonder Lin Xiaohong has endured it for so long. This is good. I think that bald donkey will not be arrogant anymore." People nearby saw the man in bloody armor. , exclaimed in shock, but it aroused everyone's curiosity.

"This Taoist brother is polite, I wonder who this Yan Chizhong is?" The cultivator next to him was extremely puzzled and couldn't restrain his curiosity. He couldn't help asking, which immediately attracted everyone's attention. The monk seems to want to hear his introduction.

"This fellow Taoist doesn't know, this Yan Chizhong is really the number one evildoer in Liuhua Heavenly Palace. In the past, he was very powerful, and even Lin Xiaohong, the young master of Liuhua Heavenly Palace, was not his opponent in the past. Seeing everyone's gazes coming together, Daoxiu cleared his throat and continued to explain, as if there was some kind of complacency in his words.

"However, Liuhua Tiangong is a sacred place for Dharma cultivation after all. The inheritance of Dharma is endless and ancient, and the inheritance of martial arts is naturally ignored. Therefore, in the end, the young master of Liuhua Tiangong is still Lin Xiaohong. Of course, this is also because Lin Xiaohong is said to be The descendants of the current palace master, but whether it is true or not is uncertain.

It is said that after that battle, Yan Chizhong went far away to sharpen his fighting methods, forged his fighting body, and refined himself in the blood and slaughter. "The monk shook his head and said.

Martial Dao Xianmai understands one's body in the blood through a large number of killings, which can indeed promote cultivation. Of course, risks and benefits also coexist. Few people choose such an extreme way to practice.

"Then if that's the case, why did Yan Chizhong return?" the person next to him asked puzzled.

"Why not? I can tell you that Yan Chizhong and Lin Xiaohong are inseparable friends. Palace Master Liuhua loves Yan Chizhong even more. It can be said that all the resources for cultivation are readily available. Yan Chizhong cannot become a The young master is ancestral, but he is a top genius after all, so naturally Liuhua Tiangong will not treat him badly.

Therefore, this time it is related to the reputation of my Yayue Immortal City and Liuhua Tiangong, it is not surprising that Yan Chizhong can return after hearing this. "The monk said with a sigh.

At this time, a gully suddenly appeared in front of Master Huikong and Yan Chizhong, several inches deep, but it was only the damage caused by the fighting of the two.

A blush flashed across Yan Chizhong's face, and then he shot sharp eyes at Master Huikong, and said with a long smile like thunder: "Haha, you really deserve to be a Buddhist disciple of Daleiyin Temple! Come again!"

Saying come again, but didn't gather momentum again, but swung the blood-red long knife in his hand violently, and the deep red knife energy streaked across the sky, with boundless evil spirit wrapped around it, making people panic.

The billowing qi and blood smoke forced the air away, making people feel depressed, and the hearts of many onlookers couldn't stop beating, as if that blood-red saber aura was the natural enemy of life. This was a kind of fear that originated from instinct.

At this time, Huikong obviously paid a little more attention to it than before. The Buddha's light spread all over the sky, and the golden radiance sprinkled the world, causing endless ripples. It has an ancient meaning.

boom!
The golden light collided with the blood-colored light, and the spiritual energy rioted for a moment, and the mixed and chaotic forces scattered away. At this time, neither of the two could take care of the innocent people next to them.

It's just that Yan Chizhong's face was serious at this time, and with just one blow, he clearly felt that he had fallen into a comprehensive disadvantage. On the opponent's resplendent Buddha's staff, the Buddha's power permeated boundlessly, as if between heaven and earth. There is a huge net, centered on the Buddhist staff, crushing towards him.

(End of this chapter)