Honghuang: I, the North Sea Xuan Turtle, support the sky on my own!

The void has been melted and collapsed, and the laws of heaven and earth have long been broken.

The flaming tornadoes that are hundreds of millions of feet high are like turbulent vortexes in the sea, swallowing everything between heaven and earth.

Xuan Tao had already been surrounded by raging fire.

The hot and gorgeous flames make people anxious and unbearable.

Because this is not ordinary fire, but the Taoist supernatural power, the true fire of samadhi.

Smelting the Samadhi of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, and nourishing the essence of fire, there is no one who can resist under the Great Luo Jinxian.

And Bodhi ancestors are proficient in the three techniques of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and the use of the true fire of samadhi has reached the level of pure fire.

A trace of flames leaking is enough to burn the sky and destroy the earth, and annihilate the void.

Xuantao was surrounded by the laws of water, but he was still hot.

The true fire of samadhi cannot be extinguished, and the wind cannot be extinguished.

In the hands of Patriarch Bodhi, even the late Quansheng could not resist.

Although Xuan Tao has the strength in the early stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal.

Under the bare hands, it is inevitable to be a little dwarfed, and the gap in cultivation between the two is not generally large.

But he lacks everything except magic weapons.

When he turned it over, a golden tortoise shell appeared in his hand.

The avenues on it are densely patterned, intertwined with vigorous Dao rhyme, and the scales are thick and unparalleled.

Like the fetal membranes of heaven and earth, it blocks the power of rules and destroys thousands of rules.

This is the transformation of Xuan Tao's own tortoise shell, and the integration of Dao's merits, which has long been transformed into a treasure of acquired merits.

Once it is sacrificed, all dharmas will not invade, and all evils will retreat.

The pattern of the avenues on it shone with light, and the raging flames were like encountering a natural enemy, retreating and not daring to invade half a minute.

This is the power of acquired merit and virtue, and once it is sacrificed, it will be invincible.

The real fire of Samadhi outside is surging like a tide.

Inside the black-yellow turtle shell, Xuan Tao could not feel the slightest heat.

It seems that the outside world is not burning with flames, but fireworks, which are useless except for the gorgeous colors.

But the truth is that the area of ​​thousands of miles has long been turned into scorched earth.

The torrent evaporated, the earth dried up, and even the air exuded boundless heat.

To be able to have today's situation, it is really because the Dao Xuan yellow turtle shell is too strong, it will not burn in case of fire, and it will be difficult to invade by real water.

Old Ancestor Bodhi couldn't do anything even if he tried his best to suckle milk.

In the end, he can only put away the true fire of Samadhi, so as not to ruin the vast land and cause boundless karma.

Xuan Tao would not give up on this.

With a sway of his hand, a golden ruler appeared in his hand.

There are many avenues engraved on it.

Exuding a strong aura of merit, this is another powerful treasure of acquired merit.

Unlike the Dao Xuan Yellow Tortoise Shell, this Hongmeng Merit Measure Heaven Ruler is not a defensive magic weapon, but a powerful attacking treasure.

The inherent virtues of opening the sky can break through all defenses.

Murder does not stick to cause and effect, and the power is powerful enough to make anyone tremble.

In Xuantao's hands, the Heavenly Ruler of Hongmeng's Merit and Virtue turned into hundreds of millions of feet.

Like a giant sword across the sky, turning the world into two halves.

The stars move, the sun and the moon hang upside down.

A ferocious sky abyss was pulled out from it, and it was the void separated by the Heavenly Ruler of Hongmeng's Merit and Virtue.

Wherever they pass, everything is destroyed, and the terror of the power is appalling.

Ancestor Bodhi's calm face finally showed a hint of movement.

He never imagined that Xuan Tao had so many powerful magic weapons in his hands, and he took out one after another of the treasures of merit and virtue.

He doubted whether this guy was the real son of Tiandao.

Otherwise, how could there be so many magical treasures, and they are all great treasures of merit and virtue.

Ordinary people have one, and they have to burn three pillars of high incense to comfort the world and prosper.

Now Patriarch Bodhi has no time to think about it.

Hongmeng's merit measure is about to stick to his face.

"town!"

He said that the law followed, and there was a divine chain of ten thousand law between heaven and earth, and the sky was locked.

This is the Confucian mantra with great power.

But today it lost its effect in front of Hongmeng's merit measure.

The chains of countless laws were broken, and the ancestor Bodhi was also attacked by heaven and earth, and his face was pale.

Then it was counted to the sacrifice of defensive magical powers.

Thousands of barriers manifested the world and made the place where he was located into an iron barrel.

But it is such a powerful defensive supernatural power, which is still broken inch by inch under the edge of Hongmeng's merit measure.

In desperation, he could only sacrifice the Buddhist dharma.

A giant towering into the clouds, with golden light shining brightly, all beings in the world appear a little insignificant in front of him.

Like a supreme god, inviolable.

This is the most famous and most powerful supernatural power Zhangliu Golden Body in Buddhism.

It is much more powerful than the golden bell hood and iron cloth shirt.

Cultivating to the realm of Bodhi Patriarch has long been like a magic weapon, and no one can break it.

"when!"

The Heavenly Ruler of Hongmeng's Merit and Virtue touched the golden body of six zhangs, and the symphony of golden Ge resounded throughout the world.

This is indeed a supernatural power of Buddhism.

The strength of the ruler of the sky measured by the merits of Hongmeng can only leave a white mark that is neither deep nor shallow on Jin.

Feel the pain coming from Jin's body.

Patriarch Bodhi was a little angry. Since his debut, no one has ever been able to hurt him in the slightest.

Today, he suffered such a big loss in Xuan Tao's hands.

He didn't keep his hand immediately, and the powerful magical powers were sacrificed one after another.

The sky and the earth were shrouded in brilliant sunshine.

But they are dangerous, and every power is terrifying.

Even the veteran Quan Zhun Sheng looked at him with panic on his face.

In this regard, Xuan Tao was not afraid at all.

In his hand, he holds the ruler of the heavens to measure the merits of Hongmeng, and he carries the black and yellow tortoise shell of the avenue on his back.

In an instant, he rushed into the storm of supernatural powers, and amazing explosions sounded one after another.

This has attracted countless great powers from the Great Desolation to fall on the sidelines of Divine Sense.

On the coast of the East China Sea, in the Biyou Palace of Jinao Island.

Tongtian sensed the aura of the war, and stared at the direction where Xuan Tao was.

"Reminiscing back then, Xuan Tao was only a small Taiyi Jinxian, and he has only disappeared for tens of thousands of years, yet his cultivation has improved so much.

It's just a pity that there is no teacher-student relationship between me and him. "

Tongtian sighed with emotion, when Xuan Tao had just transformed.

He and Yuan Shi and others had sent out invitations to accept apprentices, but Luo Hua was intentional and Liu Shui was ruthless, and they did not accept his kindness.

I thought that Xuantao did not have the guidance of a saint, and his future achievements were limited.

However, he broke through the Primordial Golden Immortal in a short period of time, and he took the most difficult way to prove the Dao with strength.

Now that I think about it, Xuan Tao really has the capital to be proud of.

The disciples under his sect have all been instructed by the saints, and no one can compare with them.

It's a pity that Xuan Tao was so unwise.

Dare to confront Bodhi ancestors, that is the three corpses of saints.

Even without the power of Primordial Primordial, they are not comparable to quasi-sages, they are all figures at the top of the pyramid.

The avatar of the good corpse that has been cut out can be weak.

Even if there are acquired merits and virtues, in the face of powerful strength.

All struggle is in vain.

At the same time, in Lingshan Daxiong Hall.

The sound of the Buddha lingered, and the golden lotus rose up.

Zhunti and Jieyin sat on the head, and read out a long list of obscure scriptures.

Below are a group of Western disciples, listening to the scriptures with intoxication on their faces.

Suddenly, Zhunti kept his mouth shut, and thousands of visions suddenly converged.

Ying Que looked a little suspiciously:

"Why did you stop chanting the scriptures?"