Peerless Sword God

The people who killed Qiye acted as if they had not heard of it, and the dozen or so half-step ancient saints behind them also remained silent. They had heard about Lin Chen's power in killing Zhan Qi and others. His swordsmanship was unparalleled. With the power of just one person, he probably couldn't kill this Tian. The Sword Saint will lose his life instead.

However, Ming Ce did not hesitate, raised his head and said: "Brother Lingtian, I told him back then that I would take his head with my own hands one day, and today I will fulfill my promise."

"Brother Mingce must keep his word, so it's up to you to chop off his head as a memorial to Brother Zhan Qida and others." Lingtian agreed happily.

"Brother, I will go with you. When he was the Holy God of Seven Tribulations, he could kill Zhan Qi and others. Now that he has become the Holy God of Eight Tribulations, his strength must have improved a lot. Don't underestimate him." Ming Yang saw this.

"Brother, if I break my promise, won't I make people laugh?" Ming Ce said with a proud look on his face.

This trip was dominated by the four Lingtian people, but he did not think that he was weaker than the four Lingtian people. If he needed the help of his brother to deal with an Eight Tribulations Holy God, then what dignity would he have?

"I'll raid the formation for you."

Mingyang understood his brother's temperament and took a step back.

"Yes." Ming Ce knew that his brother was worried about him, so he did not refuse and said, "Brother, don't worry, this Heavenly Sword Saint is a monster and cannot be measured by his realm. How can I underestimate him?"

After that, he unfolded his black robe and flew towards Lin Chen with a curl of gray netherworld energy.

"Holy God of Heavenly Sword, do you still remember me, Ming Ce? Back then I personally promised to take your life, and today I'm here to kill you." Ming Ce shouted coldly.

He released the pressure of the ancient saint from the day after tomorrow, which was as terrifying as the abyss. The power of the ancient saint surrounded the divine body, blocking the sunlight and bringing

A dark world swept towards Lin Chen.

"Is this the power of the ancient saint the day after tomorrow? It's so terrifying."

The leader of the Holy Light, Titan Shui and others were at the lowest level, and their feelings were particularly strong. Even though they were thousands of miles away, they could not help but feel frightened, their scalps were numb, and their faces were pale and bloodless.

"Boss, he is so strong."

The pupils of Tianlong's eyes shrank, and he felt nervous and uneasy for no reason. The holy power, energy and blood in his body showed signs of stagnation. This was a situation he had never encountered before.

Little Fire, Chaos Green Ox, and Tree of Light were no exception. They all looked wary as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Only Zhetian is slightly better. As a weapon spirit of the supreme heaven-respecting treasure, she once participated in the war between heaven and demons in ancient times. Not to mention the ancient saints of the day after tomorrow, even the ancient saints of Nirvana have witnessed it.

Although the power of this Ming Ce is terrifying, it is not worth mentioning to her who has experienced big scenes.

"Senior Holy Light, please leave quickly."

Seeing everyone's situation, Lin Chen first shouted to the leader of the Holy Light and others, and then said to the five Tianle people:

"You guys go to the Seven-Colored Arch and wait for me. I have never fought against the Ancient Sage the day after tomorrow. I will give it a try today."

"Boss, be careful."

The five people from Tianle nodded, each raised a ray of divine light, and flew towards the seven-color arch.

"Take care, Master Tianjian."

Seeing this situation, the Holy Light Cult Leader and others also activated the Void Teleportation Array and left the Luo Yun Mountains, so as not to stay and distract Lin Chen.

Seeing the ghostly energy sweeping over like a tide, and the mountains collapsing, which might affect the five Tianle people, the leader of the Holy Light, and others, Lin Chen immediately activated the origins of Buddhism and the Holy Light.

Buzz!

Buddha behind him

The light and bright energy burst out, rising thousands of feet high, like a big sun, reflecting the netherworld energy sweeping in front.

The origins of Buddhism and the Holy Path of Light are both in the second stage of perfection. Ming Ce's origin of the Netherworld Holy Path is also in the second stage of perfection, with the same level, but is restrained by the origins of Buddhism and the Holy Path of Light.

I saw that the aura of the netherworld was reflected in the sky, and the gray sky turned into gilded gold. Lin Chen shuttled through it, heading directly towards Ming Ce who was coming to kill him.

"How brave! He refused to retreat in the face of brother Ming Ce, and actually wanted to fight back. He was so bold. Does he think he can compete with Ming Ce?"

"The origin of the Buddha and the Holy Path of Light can restrain Ming Ce's origin of the Holy Path of the Netherworld. This is probably where his confidence lies."

"Hmph, even if the origin of the Netherworld Holy Path is restrained by him, Brother Mingce's strength is enough to kill him."

A dozen half-step ancient saints from the Great Desolate God Realm were surprised when they saw Lin Chen's counterattack, and began to mock him.

Lingtian and the others didn't say anything, but looked at Lin Chen with interest, wanting to see why he could compete with Ming Ce?

Mingyang stopped behind his younger brother, focusing his energy outwards, paying attention to Lin Chen's every move, just in case something unexpected happened.

"Holy God of Heavenly Sword, how dare you resist me? Do you think you can't die quickly enough?"

Seeing Lin Chen approaching him, Ming Ce felt provoked. He snorted coldly, held it in his right hand, and emerged a divine staff. It was about ten feet long, covered with netherworld and thunder runes, and exuded a terrifying aura.

"Underworld Thunder Staff, go."

With a sharp shout, Ming Ce activated the power of the ancient saint and threw the magic staff in his hand. Like an ancient thunder dragon, it punched a gray-blue light hole in the void and hit Lin Chen's face directly.

"The ultimate supreme treasure? What a magic weapon, but

Compared with Zhetian, it seems to be much weaker. "

Lin Chen saw that the grade and general power of the Mingtian Thunder Staff were not as good as that of Zhetian, which was also a supreme treasure.

This is not a strange thing. Practitioners of the same realm are divided into three, six or nine levels, and magical weapons are no exception.

However, even if the Underworld Thunder Staff is not as good as Covering the Sky, it is by no means comparable to the top-grade supreme treasure.

The supreme treasure of the best quality, after being baptized by the laws and rules of heaven and earth, the spirit of the weapon can transform into a human form, which is powerful enough to threaten Lin Chen.

"Today, I will use this magic weapon to verify the power of the Wisdom Fist Seal."

Lin Chen's eyes were fixed, and he ran the Batuo Sutra, pinched his hands, and pinched out the Wisdom Fist Seal he had previously comprehended.

As the sound of "Amitabha" sounded, a sun rose behind Lin Chen. Inside the sun, a statue of the Great Sun Tathagata sat cross-legged, more than ten thousand feet high, shining with the blazing sun, forming a magnificent picture.

Boom!

The Great Sun Tathagata flew across the sky, holding the thumbs in the palms with four fingers of both hands, holding the index finger of the left hand with the right fist in front of the chest, and then struck the Dark Sky Thunder Staff, floating lightly, and a golden light wave was swung out.

Dong!

The Dark Sky Thunder Staff was hit by the Wisdom Fist Seal, and its offensive was immediately stagnant. Then it rolled back, and at the same time, a cry of pain sounded:

"What a powerful Buddhist magic power, it hurts me so much, master, help me."

This is the weapon spirit of the Dark Sky Thunder Staff crying out in pain.

A young man in black emerged from the staff, his face was painful, his eyes stared at Lin Chen, both fearful and angry.

"What kind of Buddhist magic power is this, it's so powerful, when he killed Zhan Qi and others, it seems that he didn't use it, could it be that he realized it later?

"

Ming Ce was also surprised, he didn't expect that his life weapon would suffer such a big loss.

No!

He also suffered a loss.

Ming Ce suddenly noticed that in the spiritual world, an ancient Buddha appeared out of thin air, chanting scriptures, impacting his spirit and beliefs.