The rhyme of the saint, the supreme rhyme that exists with the avenue of the saint, is obscure and mysterious, and contains the truth of heaven and earth.

Every time this kind of Dao rhyme appears, it means that some kind of great event is about to happen in heaven and earth, and today, the saint Dao Yun is falling rapidly, and in the gap between the earth above the Netherworld, it is suppressed by another Dao rhyme, and it is falling rapidly

"Second Master"

"How could it be?"

Several disciples who received the saint reacted the fastest, and their faces couldn't help but change greatly when they saw the scene in the distance.

One by one, the divine consciousness is locked, and a pair of eyes are watching.

The dignified saint, one of the only six saints in the wilderness, and the Western Zhun Ti, who led the saint to open up Western religion and Buddhism, were trampled on the abdomen with one foot at this time, and their bodies fell rapidly

Zhun Ti's body arched, it could not be said that he was not embarrassed, at this time, the golden light on his body was damaged in many places, and the small branches and leaves in his hand were directly broken in half.

And stepping on the figure of Zhun Ti, the whole person was wrapped in a strong Xuanhuang aura, so that people couldn't see his face clearly for the time being.

His long hair fluttered, and the domineering aura continued to flow, and the breath on his body rose and contracted like a rhythm, and his tall body and straight waist pole stepped on the toes of the abdomen of the Zhun Ti Saint

Taoist robes, boots, and ordinary clothes in the wilderness, but at this time, when they fall on this person, they are like the armor of the god of war, and they are inviolable

An old monk opened his mouth and angrily reprimanded, "Yang Jian, you dare"

"Hmph"

What I got was just a cold snort from this figure

Yang Jian's figure suddenly stopped, just above the capital city, the force of the whole body rushing down into the soles of his feet, his knees bent slightly, not giving the figure under his feet the slightest chance to backhand, and stepped out hard.

There was a bang, and the old monk in the golden robe smashed into the corner of the city, and the wind and waves that were constantly raging almost swept the entire city.

It was a saint who was kicked out

Although he is the weaker of the six saints of the Flood Wilderness, the realm of this saint is real

Yang Jian can't hurt the saint, but the saint who can still fight is so embarrassed; even, Yang Jian should have appeared not long after the flood famine, and this way the qi machine went up, it seems that Yang Jian and Zhun Ti were beaten all the way from the land of Wubuzhou

All the masters of the Buddhist Sect were shocked in their hearts, and the eyes of the blood sea cultivators looked at Yang Jian with more awe.

can fight against the saint in a short period of time and have the absolute upper hand, so that when he is overwhelmed by Zhun Ti, he can throw out his spear and shoot Ah Bi and Yuan Tu away, and relieve the siege of the master.

It was nothing more than one of the leaders of the Shura tribe shouting in a trembling voice, "This—Where did this monster come from?"

Yuding Zhenren frowned suddenly, and looked at Yang Jian who was suspended in the air with some concern, but seeing that Yang Jian did not relax his vigilance at all, he chuckled reassuringly.

"Hahaha"

The Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, who had killed the enemy in blood, raised his head and smiled, and the group of Shura people around him quickly retreated, finally allowing him and the Nine Heavens Xuannu to rest temporarily.

For a while, the fighting method under the six reincarnation disks also stopped, and a pair of eyes watched Yang Jian's figure standing in mid-air.

It wasn't that they ignored the importance of timing because of the big battle on the sidelines, but it was Yang Jian's gaze that swept over the place, forcing them not to move

Burning the lamp's face was a little cloudy, the expression of the Styx Ancestor was a little playful, and after recalling the two swords, he looked at Yang Jian with his fists clenched, and a little coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, the anger in his heart was still unabated, but because he saw Zhen Yuanzi in embarrassment, he was even more vigorous.

Now, he just hasn't seen the situation in the fetal membranes of the book in the ground.

The qi in his body contracted, and there was no trace of regret in his whole body, although he did not look down, his divine consciousness was always locked on the Buddha light that was gradually brightening up in the dark dust flying place below.

In the deep pit that had just been knocked out, the Zhun Ti sage sat on the nine-rank lotus platform, and the treasure was solemn and the golden light lingered.

He continued to recite the scriptures, and the sage rhyme continued to condense in the nearby heaven and earth, and Yang Jian could sense that within a thousand feet of his body, his eyes seemed to be opened.

The chanting suddenly stopped without warning, and two golden rays crossed the eyes of the Zhun Ti Saint, and thousands of golden rays suddenly burst out near Yang Jian's body, covering all parts of his body

Every ray of golden light is an offensive of the Saint Realm, and it can directly beat a quasi-Saint Realm monk to pieces

But what Yang Jian was waiting for was this moment

The eighty-one Xuanzhu beads around him bloomed brightly at the same time, and the invisible qi that had originally pulled all over his body was torn off violently

The world has shifted

As if the Zhun Ti Saint had been hit hard in the chest, his body shook slightly, and his left hand slapped on the lotus platform that had just been taken out, and his figure flew upside down, and he flew gracefully.

But almost as soon as he left the lotus platform, a black fist appeared from the side of the lotus platform, blasted into the lotus platform, and smashed the nine-rank lotus platform violently.

Yang Jian's figure appeared at the bottom of the pit, and thousands of golden lights shone above his head, reflecting his cold face.

"Yang Jian" Zhun Ti's voice was filled with irrepressible anger, but before he could continue to scold, Yang Jian had already taken two steps, rushed out of the bottom of the pit extremely quickly, and smashed his fist into the golden body of this saint.

Pace, fists, Yang Jian's movements are extremely simple, but they contain the mystery of simplicity from complex.

The fist blade conceals the power of tearing apart, but it is not revealed, and the foot is enough to be comparable to infinite movement, but it seems to go straight forward

In the Netherworld at this time, only Zhun Ti knew how heavy that punch was and how fast it was

Originally, this was supposed to be an asymmetrical battle between a saint and a non-saint, but now, Zhun Ti had to forget the face of a saint and forget the majesty of a saint, and regarded this battle as a battle between a Genshin Taoist monk and a physical practitioner

Yang Jian must never be allowed to get close again

Bliss True Body

In the hurry, Zhun Ti's hands were slowly folded, and the Buddha light around his body was magnificent, and a strange sound like a cow's cry and a dragon's roar broke out.

In the blink of an eye, the quasi-appearance of the saint appeared, turning into a giant dozens of feet high, with a layer of clouds floating on the giant's neck, and dozens of heads floating on the clouds, each head was a treasure solemn, without half a sense of horror.

Eighteen arms appeared behind him, holding various spiritual treasures, the most dazzling was a blessed pestle, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree that always accompanied the body around him

This is the appearance of the saints

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth rose slightly, and the anger and battle intent in his eyes rose together, but the depths of his eyes were cold.

On the forehead, the divine light surged, and the eye of heaven slowly opened;

In the body, the sound of turning over the river and the sea is endless, and the great array covering the sea is opened;

There was also boundless starlight rushing into the netherworld, converging on Yang Jian's body, crossing the stars everywhere on Yang Jian's body, and condensing it into a majestic starlight battle armor, Xiao Zhou Tian's Star Dou Great Array

And under the cover of these stars, no one noticed that Yang Jian's body exuded some kind of aura like ink jade, which was the eighth Xuanhuang body of the Eight Nine Xuangong.

In addition to the things that can be seen and heard here, Yang Jian's heart inexplicably appeared a shallow imprint, these imprints are incoherent and very vague, but they are very precious.

It was the mark left after a period of fighting, and it belonged to the man with his cloak that he had seen when he returned to the Hong Realm

Slowly, Yang Jian raised his head slightly, and when he looked at the sage's law again, there was no fluctuation in his heart.

The mouth of the "Seize the Plate" Zhun Ti Sage let out a loud shout, and the Dharma Body took the lead in attacking, and one after another dense attacks smashed towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian took a step suddenly, and his body was swallowed up by the divine light that Zhun Ti shot out, and the Qiankun was distorted, and Yang Jian's figure was not visible for the time being, but for some reason, the Dharma Body of the Zhun Ti Saint also began to take the initiative to retreat

Under the six reincarnation disks, a group of Buddhist masters were silent, the Shura people were ready to move again, and the Styx Ancestor also stared at the Yuding real person, as if he wanted to finish the previous battle.

That's it

"Honor the Saint's Order, Seize the Plate"

Lighting the lamp and shouting, he was about to take the lead at the moment, but the three-pointed two-edged spear suspended in front of Zhenyuan Daxian and Yuding suddenly shook, and an invisible coercion rippled, making these Buddhist masters and Shura people frightened, but they didn't dare to act rashly.

How could it be

They looked at the fierce battle that was breaking out in the corner of the city, where it was no longer possible to probe with their divine sense, but it was better to see it directly with the naked eye.

The Dharma Body of the Zhun Ti Saint kept moving, and the place he passed did not cause much damage to the Xudu City, because all the divine powers that were urged hit Yang Jian's body.

Even if he is a meritorious saint, in the heaven and earth where the saint was born, he has the strength to absolutely match the realm.

But even if the supernatural powers and mana played by the Zhun Ti saint can break the Qiankun and break up the Dao, so that outsiders can't see the body of Yang Jian in the center, it still can't cover the fact that this Dharma body is constantly avoiding.

In the place where the divine power shines the most, there is always a figure there, moving forward step by step, forcing the saint to keep retreating, and endure the full force of the saint without the slightest sign of falling.

Even, when the Zhun Ti Saint was bombarded for a while, and there was a hint of suspicion in his hands, a light laugh floated out in front of him.

"Is this the means of the saints?"

"Is this the honor guard of your Buddhism bullying the underworld, and the saints insulting the great virtues?"

Zhun Ti showed anger on his face, but as soon as he was about to speak, the pressure in front of him suddenly increased, and it seemed that there was a fierce beast that was enough to tear apart his saint's body, and it was about to break through the barrier of his divine power and rush to him to tear apart his saint's dharma.

Yang Jian's voice still echoed throughout the Netherworld.

"At the moment of the great enemy, I didn't want to tear my face with your Buddhism again, but you actually bullied the great virtue of the earth, and the woman who could sacrifice herself for the sentient beings of the flood and the wilderness to become the six realms, and gave up the opportunity to become a member of your saints in order to protect your own people."

"This is what the saints do, this is what the Buddha does, so he loses his conscience, how can the living beings not be chilled, how can the god of Pangu be tolerant?"

"If a saint has no virtue and his character is not worthy of his position, how can he be called holy, and how can he be holy, and he will make a promise to give a white strip to the way of heaven."

Zhun Ti's face turned red, and several heads spit out golden blood, but Yang Jian was angry.

Outside the city, the white-clothed monk sitting on Di Ting's back also smiled and squinted when he heard the words.