I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

"Boom...!"

Zhao Heng used the Burning Heaven Ten Thousand Tribulations Body and the Silver Mysterious Body, and his whole body momentum soared.

With one punch, Luo Hanfa flew away behind him.

He directly put away the Dragon Song Sword, stepped forward, and teleported to the front of Arhat's Dharma Body. He smashed it with both fists, wrapped up the mighty silver light, and wildly bombarded the Dharma Body.

"Bang bang bang...!"

Under Zhao Heng's terrifying punch power, Arhat's body flew backwards, gold paint splattered all over his body, and the light quickly dimmed.

Even Wu Chan, who was fused with the dharma body, had a look of pain on his face, and the dharma body was quickly on the verge of collapse.

But at this moment, Wu Chan was in pain, and formed seals with both hands at the same time, one hand touched his chest, and the other hand touched the center of his eyebrows.

"King Kong subdues demons!"

Wu Chan let out a low roar, and dazzling golden light bloomed all over his body. Large pieces of Sanskrit writing appeared on the chest and between the eyebrows of the Arhat Dharmakaya at the same time, covering the Dharmakaya like a tide.

After being blessed by some powerful force, the golden light of Arhat's Dharma Body flourished, and his body became more solid. It was as if Arhat's real body had arrived, withstood Zhao Heng's violent attack, and also punched to meet him.

One gold and one silver, one big and one small, the two figures started a fierce fight.

The collision of fists and feet is like the roar of thunder, and the collision of qi is like the roar of a storm.

The terrifying residual power on the battlefield and the strong sense of punching to the flesh attracted a lot of attention.

"This is too scary. Is this really a fight between monks at the second level of Xiantian?"

"Aren't the Shura Sect and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect the path of Qi Refiners? How come these two are more reckless than the Body Forging Masters when they fight?"

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The two went back and forth, fighting heartily for a while, but no one could suppress the other, and they gradually became evenly matched.

Seeing this, Zhao Heng finally lost his patience.

He took the initiative to withdraw from the battle circle and raised his hand to summon the Dragon Song Sword.

"It makes no sense to continue fighting like this. Let's just decide the winner."

Wu Chan, who had transformed into the Arhat Dharmakaya, was also hovering in mid-air, looking at Zhao Heng solemnly.

"What the donor said is true, and the poor monk also means exactly this."

Through this battle, Wu Zen has completely realized.

The strength of the young man in front of him is extremely powerful. He will never be inferior to himself. He must go all out and win the battle quickly.

The two looked at each other and began to gather energy from each other.

The Dragon Yin Saber in Zhao Heng's hand trembled violently again, and the violent sword intent soared all the way.

One person and one sword seemed to merge into one. When the breath vibrated violently, the surrounding void also rippled regularly.

"Heaven, earth, and man" vaguely reach a wonderful and harmonious state.

Feeling the change in Zhao Heng's aura and the crazy accumulation of sword intent, Wu Chan's expression changed slightly.

Thinking of the terrifying blow the opponent had used to severely injure four level five extreme taboo creatures, he immediately did not dare to neglect it.

His Dharma body is sitting in the air, with his hands clasped together and chanting Sanskrit sounds.

Following this, the Buddha's light all over Wu Chan's body undulated like the tide, and seemed to resonate with the heaven and earth.

As the Buddha's light became stronger and stronger, the sound of Sanskrit resounded throughout the world, and behind the Arhat's Dharmakaya, a shadow of a 'Bodhi tree' appeared.

The Arhat Dharmakaya sits cross-legged under the bodhi tree, with his hands forming a mysterious seal.

At the moment when Zhao Heng's sword power reached its peak, Wu Chan's seal was formed at the same time.

"Rudraksha Seal!"

When the seals in the hands of the Arhat's Dharma Body were blasted out, they turned into a bright sun, containing the wonderful magic of Buddhism and vast power.

At this time, Zhao Heng's blade had also been swung down brazenly, and he once again performed the first of the Three Ultimate Slashing Styles of Heaven and Earth, killing a person with one sword.

"laugh……!"

The blade tore through the void and turned into a mighty golden wave. With the domineering momentum of going forward and cutting off everything, it faced the Vajra Bodhi Seal in the air.

"boom……!"

The blazing light illuminated the world instantly, and the two most powerful forces entangled and eroded to the limit.

In the end, it was Zhao Heng's sword light that was even more powerful. With its extremely destructive power, it broke through the Buddhist seal and slashed towards Wu Chan at high speed.

Seeing the terrifying sword light slashing towards him, Wu Chan's pupils shrank, a look of shock flashed in his eyes, and then the seal in his hand changed.

Then he saw a golden light rising into the sky from his heavenly place, and a large glazed bell flew out.

The bell body is shrouded in seven-colored rays of light, surrounded by countless mysterious Buddhist seals and Sanskrit inscriptions, exuding a solemn and mighty power.

As Wu Chan printed the magic in his hand, he struck the big bell above his head like lightning.

"Buzz...!"

The bell vibrated and the light shone brightly. A phantom of the Buddha actually appeared on the bell. The seven-colored rays of light poured down like a waterfall, covering Wu Chan's Arhat Dharmakaya.

The terrifying power of the sword slashed into the rays of light, causing ripples in the rays of light, but was quickly wiped out by the vast energy contained in it, leaving the Arhat's Dharma Body unscathed.

"Um……?"

Zhao Heng's eyes narrowed and he couldn't help but stare at the big bell above Wu Chan's head.

This bell has majestic charm and solemn treasure appearance, which is by no means comparable to ordinary magical instruments.

Even the Lingbao-level Dragon Song Sword in Zhao Heng's hand was far from comparable.

This thing is a magic weapon above the spiritual treasure!

At this time, Wu Chan, shrouded in the glow, stared at Zhao Heng with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Donor, your strength is indeed beyond the poor monk's expectations. In terms of attack methods, I am not as good as you, but you will never be able to break through the poor monk's defense."

Zhao Heng frowned slightly, the sword light in his hand rolled, and a large number of sword lights were swept out, hitting Wu Chan from all directions.

But under the glow of the big bell, Wu Chan had no flaws.

When these swords gleamed into the rays of light, they disappeared like mud cows entering the sea.

Even as these sword lights merged into the glow, Wu Chan's aura increased steadily, as if he had absorbed the energy.

At this time, Wu Chan showed a smile.

"Donor, this bell is the "Seven Treasures Glazed Bell", a most precious treasure of our Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect. Although the young monk is not yet strong enough to control this treasure.

But just relying on his skills and borrowing a bit of power is enough to withstand all the benefactor's attacks. "

Hearing this, the corners of Zhao Heng's eyes twitched slightly.

This guy was obviously playing rogue, and when he saw that he couldn't defeat him and couldn't defeat him, he started to use the turtle tactic.

"Huh, Master, if you are so timid and afraid to take action, you can't be considered a hero."

Wu Chan looked calm, "Heroes and heroes are just a false name. The true meaning of the martial arts of the young monk is "invincible". As long as the benefactor cannot break through this layer of defense, the young monk will be invincible."

Zhao Heng looked angry.

"That's unreasonable. You clearly want to delay time!"

He glanced at the battlefield between Huangfu Yue and Murong Nichang, and finally raised his blade and launched a fierce offensive around Wu Chan and Qibao Glazed Bell.

But no matter how he attacked, he still couldn't break the ray of light. Instead, the power of the ray of light gradually increased.

At this moment, Wu Chan, who was sitting cross-legged, was secretly happy.

The ray of light surrounding him is extraordinary. It can absorb the opponent's offensive energy and strengthen himself.

As long as the opponent's attack power does not reach the limit of Xiaguang's defense, these attacks will only make one's defense stronger and stronger, and can even turn defense into offense.

Thinking of this, Wu Chan did not panic at all, simply closed his eyes, recited the meditation mantra, and waited for the opportunity to counterattack.

At this time, Zhao Heng was still surrounded by Wu Chan's body and launched a fierce attack.

Sensing Wu Chan's fearless attitude, Zhao Heng's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he attacked crazily.

Zhao Heng flashed and appeared behind Wu Chan.

He held the sword in both hands, and the sword's intention surged on the blade. Man and the sword merged, the sword and the sky merged, and the energy of the whole body merged into one sword.

At this moment, he once again used "killing people with one knife".

Feeling the familiar and powerful sword intent coming from behind him, Wu Chan's mouth curled up, not caring.

Although the opponent's sword is powerful, it cannot break through the defense of the Seven Treasure Glazed Bell.

However, after a moment, Wu Chan's smile suddenly froze.

He vaguely sensed something was wrong.

"Hmm...why is that knife intention still growing?"

Wu Chan had an estimate of Zhao Heng's ultimate combat power, but at this moment, the sword intent behind him had exceeded the opponent's limit at some point and was still soaring.

"wrong!"

Wu Chan's body suddenly tensed.

At this moment, Zhao Heng's cold and chilling voice came to his ears.

"Master, you are not the only one who has treasures to draw on."

Wu Chan was startled and turned his head suddenly.

I saw Zhao Heng holding the Dragon Song Sword above his head with both hands in the void, and with the boundless sword intent, it surged rapidly.

Behind the figure, in the twisted void filled with sword energy, a 'black pagoda' that covered the sky and the sun, exuding endless majesty and murderous aura, emerged behind Zhao Heng.

Like a huge sky-cutting blade, tearing apart the sky, descending from the nine heavens!

At this moment, the pagoda was pulling and shaking, and beams of divine light containing terrifying sword intent flew out from it, blessing the sword in Zhao Heng's hand.

The momentum of his sword soared sharply. When the power of this sword reached a certain limit, it formed a wave of destruction.

Zhao Heng, shrouded in the shadow of the pagoda, had an evil and cold smile on his lips.

"Master, take the sword!"

"The great sun slaughters the sky - kills people with one move!"