Chronicles of Celestial Origins

The sun, shining with golden light, turned into a giant three-legged golden crow. The golden crow screamed and golden flames blazed on its body, turning dozens of feet of land into a golden sea of ​​fire. In the blink of an eye, the dark clouds were burned up, and the ghosts and monsters were instantly wiped out.

In the dark clouds, a demon with a bull-headed snake god and wings on his back formed seals with his hands: "Reincarnation in the previous life, the demon possessed."

A stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and then a tall and mighty faint shadow condensed. The shadow had two horns on its head and was three feet tall. It stood with its head held high and its hands behind its back, looking down on the world, like a god descending from the sky. Although it was just a shadow, the demeanor of looking down on the world was so overwhelming that people could hardly breathe.

The shadow opened its mouth and swallowed the blood into its stomach. Its eyes actually emitted a light that seemed to be real. The shadow took a step forward and merged with the man.

In a flash, the man's body grew to three meters in size, with two horns on his head. His eyes were cold and shining, just like the phantom.

The man let out a long roar, and black light burst out all over his body. His body shook, and he ignored the blazing golden flames in the sky and fought with the Golden Crow.

The black light on his body blocked the burning of the golden flames. He punched out and knocked the huge three-legged Golden Crow away for dozens of feet. Then his body flashed, and his two palms came out together, knocking the three-legged Golden Crow away repeatedly. The three-legged Golden Crow had no power to fight back in front of him. The man's punch was enough to smash the mountain, like a living demon.

He suppressed the three-legged Golden Crow with just his physical strength.

The man punched the three-legged Golden Crow down from mid-air again, smashing it onto the top of the mountain, smashing the top of the mountain, and the rocks flew through the air.

The three-legged golden crow let out a mournful cry, and its figure gradually faded. A figure shot out from between its eyebrows. It was Yin Qingyuan. At this moment, his face was pale, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot of injuries.

"Five days rotate, and life never ends." Yin Qingyuan made a seal and shouted. Clouds and mist surged in the sky, covering the sky and the sun. The sky darkened. Five golden suns emerged from the clouds and mist, turning into five huge golden crows, with blazing golden flames all over their bodies. The flames rushed straight into the sky and attacked the tall figure.

The two sides fought in a group in an instant.

Not to mention the battle between Yin Qingyuan and the man from the Demon Sect, the most eye-catching battle in the group was the battle between Zhuang Xinqian and a skinny old man from the Demon Sect.

Zhuang Xinqian had two spiritual roots of wind and thunder. He moved like the wind and was as fast as lightning. His figure flickered and he kept attacking the skinny old man around.

The skinny old man sat cross-legged in the air, with his hands clasped together, and the whole person was shining with golden light, quite like an immortal.

A huge thunder ball appeared in the air, and Zhuang Xinqian suddenly appeared behind him. Lightning flashed between his palms, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a thunder ball of ten feet in size. The lightning arc flashed, illuminating the surrounding sky into a silver. The lightning jumped in the air and hit the old man's head fiercely.

The old man stood still, and a round of golden ring appeared behind him. The skinny figure looked extremely solemn and solemn in the golden light, like a living Buddha.

The lightning and the golden ring were in a stalemate, and they could not be broken for a while. The old man's skinny five fingers slowly stretched out. It seemed ordinary, but Zhuang Xinqian was as if facing a great enemy.

His figure flashed suddenly, and the whole person turned into a lightning arc and dissipated. His figure appeared ten feet away, and his whole body was flashing with lightning arcs. He looked at the old man with a frown.

This old man didn't know what kind of martial arts he practiced. His body seemed skinny, but it was actually as solid as a rock. No matter what kind of attack he used, the old man just sat cross-legged in the air, motionless, letting the wind and waves rise, sitting on the fishing platform. His body was protected by a golden light that was invulnerable to all kinds of attacks, even his own lightning could not break it. His attack seemed slow and light, but it was actually very powerful.

The old man's skinny palm hit the huge thunder ball. The moment the two touched, the thunder ball suddenly twisted and deformed as if it was hit by a mountain and dissipated in the air.

The old man used his left hand to disperse the thunder ball, and slowly stretched out his right hand, hitting it from a distance of ten feet in the direction of Zhuang Xinqian.

Zhuang Xinqian's body flashed with lightning arcs, dissipated into the air, and suddenly appeared above the old man, with black lightning arcs jumping between his five fingers, and shouted: "Thunder Binding Seal."

A golden ring appeared above the old man, and Zhuang Xinqian's five fingers hit the golden ring with black lightning arcs. The black lightning arcs turned into unknown spell characters and spread along the golden ring. In a blink of an eye, it covered the golden ring and moved towards the old man's body.

The black lightning arc spell covered the old man's body and the golden ring on his head like dense ants.

"Die." Zhuang Xinqian saw that the Thunder Binding Seal sealed the old man's body, and shouted loudly. Lightning surged from his palms, condensed into a ten-foot-long ball, and pressed down from above. The golden round wheel was sealed by the black lightning seal, and had no resistance. The lightning ball broke the golden ring like a broken bamboo, like cutting tofu.

"Om", the old man uttered a syllable, and in an instant, the surrounding space seemed to stagnate, and the world continued to echo, like fairy music, like waves of magic sounds.

A golden word came out of the old man's mouth, swelled against the wind, turned into several feet in size, floated to the top of his head, and blocked the thunder ball.

The lightning and the golden words intersected, and the light of the big word became brighter, and the thunder ball was actually scattered.

A lightning arc flashed on Zhuang Xinqian's body, and the man had withdrawn ten feet away. In the blink of an eye, the big word had grown to dozens of feet in size, and the golden light illuminated the surrounding sky into a golden color. The big word of dozens of feet pressed down towards Zhuang Xinqian, trying to suppress it.

Zhuang Xinqian made a seal with both hands: "Four purple thunder pillars."

As he completed the seal, four huge purple thunder pillars condensed in the air, fixing the golden word in the middle, and the four thunder pillars emitted huge purple lightning to hit the golden word.

The purple thunder and the golden characters fought against each other, submerging everything around them. The golden characters were destroyed, and the purple pillars also collapsed.

Zhuang Xinqian frowned, looking at the skinny old man sitting cross-legged in the air, and finally realized that this person was practicing the secret method of Buddhism.

Buddhism has existed in the world for a long time, and most of the sects are established in the swamps of Tiannan and the grasslands of Mubei.

Rumor has it that this sect is not a local sect in Tianyuan, but was introduced by a Buddha from another world and later left a legacy in Tianyuan. It has developed to this day and has a large scale. However, it is partial to a corner and has never taken over the Thirteen Prefectures of Tianyuan. It has many believers in Tiannan Marsh and Mubei Grassland, and its influence is not small.

The syllables spoken by the old man just now are the famous six-character mantra of Buddhism, which is the supreme secret method. It is a great chance that this old man can inherit this inheritance.

On a towering mountain peak dozens of feet away behind him, there were five huge finger prints and dents. They were the five finger prints left by the palm that the old man had just hit Zhuang Xingqian. He avoided it and hit the mountain. .

The two of them were ten feet away, and the old man struck out from across the air. He could leave such handprints on the mountain peak thirty feet away. You can imagine how powerful it is. If the monk received his palm from the front, he would be afraid of Vajra The body must also drink hatred.

The thunder arc curse seal on the old man's body has dissipated, and his face is expressionless and calm. He still looks solemn and solemn, but he is broken into a cold sweat in his heart.

Of course he had heard about the talented disciples of the Qian Yizong who possessed the two spiritual roots of wind and thunder, but he relied on his magical powers, so how could he be afraid of a mid-stage foundation-building monk.

As soon as the two of them fought, he realized that this person was indeed very difficult to deal with, and he could be said to be a man of no merit despite his reputation.

My Five-Finger Collapsing Mountain Seal is extremely powerful, but the other party's Wind and Thunder Escape Technique has become extremely proficient, and his figure flickers in mid-air, coming and going freely. Whenever I don't compete head-on with him, the Five-Finger Collapse Mountain Seal can't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes. .

Just now, he used the thunder sealing technique to imprison his body. Those dark thunder curse seals were all over his body, sealing all the spiritual energy in his body. Even the spiritual weapon could not be sacrificed. If it were not for the first level of his six-character mantra secret technique, If you have a small success, I'm afraid your life will be lost at this moment.

The Kung Fu he practiced was the superior secret method of Buddhism. When he was young, he encountered a monk who was sitting in a cave on the edge of a cliff. Therefore, he learned the secret method inherited from him and embarked on the path of practice. He later joined the Youmei Sect and learned about the sitting monk. The inheritance left by the monks is the secret method of Buddhism and Taoism.

Although I dare not say that I can dominate the world within the same level since my cultivation, I still have few opponents. I never thought that I would encounter such a strong enemy again today. With my cultivation in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, I can resist my own monks in the later stage of Foundation Establishment without falling behind.

"He is worthy of being a genius disciple that has not been seen in Qian Yizong for thousands of years. He can actually use such a powerful sealing technique. It can even seal the aura around me." The old man said, slowly forming seals with his hands, and golden lotuses hung down from the sky. In the blink of an eye, it covered dozens of feet in radius, and a shadow sat on each golden lotus, chanting endlessly.

"This is the vision of the gods and Buddhas in the Land of Ultimate Bliss. You should listen to it yourself." A majestic and solemn voice came.

The consciousness in Zhuang Xin Qianni Wan Palace was turbulent. He listened to the Sanskrit sounds in a daze and watched the many Buddhas sitting on the golden lotus. The surroundings were filled with immortal energy. He suddenly woke up and almost fell into an illusion.

"Listen to yourself and don't hold on to the devil." The voice in the mind sounded again, majestic and solemn, making people unable to hold on to the thought of half-death resistance.

Zhuang Xingqian's sea of ​​consciousness was agitated. He closed his eyes tightly and resisted the waves of Sanskrit sounds that entered his ears.

Suddenly, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. It was from biting the tip of his tongue. He spat out a mouthful of blood, forming a bloody barrier to block out the bursts of Sanskrit sounds.

Taking advantage of this moment of sobriety, he formed a seal with his hands and shouted: "Thunder and lightning storm."

Suddenly, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the sky dimmed instantly. Thunder and lightning and storms submerged the figures on the golden lotus. There were thunder and lightning and huge storms that connected the sky and the earth within a radius of tens of feet. The golden lotus was broken inch by inch under the attack of thunder, lightning and storm.

The old man retreated violently, and the golden ring protected him as he rushed out of the center of the thunder and lightning storm.

Zhuang Xingqian's figure flashed, and he caught up with the old man in a few flashes. Black lightning arcs jumped between his fingers and hit his chest and abdomen.

The old man knew how powerful his sealing technique was, so he spat out a syllable, and the words rose up in the wind, blocking his chest.

Zhuang Xinqian's five-finger black lightning arc struck the characters, turning into unknown curse words and spreading along the characters.

The golden characters held the black curse seal for a long time, and were finally wrapped and sealed by it, but the old man had already escaped.

The thunder method seal is really amazing, it can even seal the mantra. The old man thought to himself when he saw this, and saw that his face was pale. He thought that using this technique would consume a lot of spiritual power. As long as he was careful not to be sealed by it, if he held on for a while, his spiritual power would be exhausted, and he would defeat him in one fell swoop. .

After all, he is just a monk in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. No matter how strong his magic and magical powers are, his spiritual power is definitely not as good as that of a monk in the later stage of Foundation Establishment.