Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1172 The Nirvana of Word Spirits and the Power of Ghost Dao
  Zhang Yan knew very well that Pu Yuanchun's power would never be much weaker than his own.

Because the Buddhist speaking spirit of the Jiumo clan is definitely comparable to the existence of the Three Saints, and is even older than the corpse energy of the Three Saints. Even the ancestor Hongjun may not understand the power of this Buddhist speaking spirit. !
  Such a terrifying power is definitely not something that a person can master if he wants to.

This Pu Yuanchun, because he witnessed the tragic scene of the Jiumo clan being exterminated, his temperament has changed drastically.

People say that there is only a thin line between Buddha and demon. Now, this is the case for Park Yuanchun.

He used to be so kind-hearted and kind, but now he is so ruthless.

"Boy, you don't seem to understand the situation clearly at all. Do you know what kind of technique this is?"

The huge black stone skull was constantly breathing in the cold black energy. Wherever the black energy went, it was turned into ashes.

"The art of ghosts, the wind of death." Zhang Yan dragged it out casually.

"It's good to know. You should understand that once this power spreads, the entire world of Pagoda will become a dead land without any life!"

Pu Yuanchun's voice became extremely violent.

"Have the demon roots turned you into this?" Zhang Yan said coldly with some pity.

"I don't need your pity. Do you really think it was the magic root that turned me into this? No!"

Pu Yuanchun's roar has turned into a sound barrier. If it weren't for Zhang Yan's strength, I'm afraid this sound barrier would be enough to obliterate him.

Zhang Yan flicked his sleeves, and the sound barrier was instantly cleared by him.

"Pu Yuanchun, I know what you want to say. People are greedy, but if you think of everyone as a greedy person, you are totally wrong. I know what you have seen before, but... "

"No need! You haven't experienced anything, you won't understand! There is only one wish in my mind right now, and that is to send all of you to the West. In that case, I will go to hell and never be reincarnated. I'm willing to do that!" As Pu Yuanchun laughed wildly, he saw the endless black stones turning into streaks of light, coming directly through the sky!

Endless black stones impacted the place where Zhang Yan was.

A moment later, the place where Zhang Yan was was turned into chaos. Time and space were completely torn apart at this moment. There were dimensional cracks everywhere. Some monsters in the dimensional cracks had to use these huge cracks to crawl through. out.

"Boy, I want to see how long you can hide!"

Pu Yuanchun waved his hand, and these black stones began to burn!
  Fire rain fell from the sky, and the entire time and space seemed to be burned to death!

Zhang Yan was still unharmed as he swayed around. However, the surrounding space had turned into a withered and withered state under the opponent's attack.

Even the monsters that crawled out of the dimensional cracks were blasted to pieces.

"Word Spirit·Nirvana!"

Endless Sanskrit words fell from the sky, and the area of ​​a kilometer in radius was reduced to ashes directly under the power of the Sanskrit words!
  Not a blade of grass grows!

"Do you see it, boy? This is the power that our Jiumo clan controls. If all the clan members at that time knew this power, then do you think those thieves can still succeed?"

When Pu Yuanchun was laughing wildly, another burst of black stone fire rained down crazily!

Under such violent power, in Zhang Yan's opinion, it was nothing more than venting.

(End of this chapter)