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Chapter 193 Where's the fight to the death?

when!
The quiet girl raised a huge shield and stood in front of Ji Zheng.

But the violent force exploded towards the girl below.

The girl's hands suddenly exploded with flesh and blood. She groaned, and the bones in her body were blown out of her body at the same time.

Girl Tianran, die!

"Junior sister!"

A young man wearing a tall hat who was at the eighth level of the supernatural power realm had bloodshot eyes. He raised his hand and suddenly hit his nose hard, sparks flying.

He suddenly vomited towards Ji Zheng.

Samadhi is really hot!

The powerful flame that is difficult to cultivate among the Daotai realm cultivators, the Samadhi True Fire, when it appeared, even Ji Zheng's face became solemn and he stepped back.

This true fire can even melt the magic weapons of the Daotai realm, and his current physical body cannot withstand it.

"However, even ordinary Daotai realm cultivators dare not touch this flame. How long can you, a cultivator in the supernatural power realm, withstand it?"

Ji Zheng smiled, flew sideways, raised his hand and used the Sky-Flipping Seal to rush towards the other Taixuan Holy Sect disciples.

"Devil!" The young man with a tall crown roared, but suddenly.

The Samadhi True Fire rolled back and burned his body, and a large number of treasures in his purple palace exploded with crackling sounds.

Even Daotai realm cultivators can only use magic weapons to subdue the flames of Samadhi True Fire.

Of course, the magical powers that this young man with a tall hat uses to cultivate himself will backfire.

Ji Zheng waved his hand and used his magic power to roll up the treasure of the young man in the tall hat and sent it into the purple palace between his eyebrows.

But suddenly the red scroll inside caught his attention.

"Hey, the fire elemental power of this red scroll is so strong." Ji Zheng was surprised.

What kind of scroll could give him this feeling?

However, Ji Zheng didn't have time to watch it for the time being, because while he was fighting, other disciples from the major sects arrived behind him.

"Amitabha." The faces of the disciples of Vajra Dharma Zen Sect changed in shock and they couldn't help chanting the Buddha's name.

"Devil, you're killing innocent people like this, aren't you afraid of being punished by thunder from heaven?"

"Innocent?" Ji Zheng was speechless. In this secret realm, who could say that they were truly innocent?

"Monk, that's just right. You are the ones I want to kill the most."

"Now." Ji Zheng let out a long roar, leaped over, spread out his five fingers, and hit him hard.

"Let me beat you to death!"

when!
A huge golden bell appeared above the Vajra Dharma Zen masters. A young monk showed a look of compassion and said:
"Donor, you have too much murderous aura, which is not conducive to the practice of the righteous way. I, Fayun, am here to send you off."

Monk Xingyun put his hands together, and a golden image several dozen feet tall appeared, with the angry look of the Peacock King on his face.

It even had three heads and eight arms, holding Buddhist treasures in its hands, such as a trident, a vajra, and a wooden fish, and smashed them towards Ji Zheng fiercely!

However, the Buddhist beads in Monk Xingyun's hand suddenly turned into huge fireballs and flew up, turning into 108 red fireballs, trapping Ji Zheng!

In the Xuanming Yuan Realm.

It is generally recognized that the most fierce fighting in the early stage is from the magic path, followed by the monster clan, then the righteous path, and finally the Buddhist path.

In everyone's understanding, Buddhism needs to make further efforts in order to become more and more powerful.

However, this monk Xingyun broke the ordinary people's cognition in one fell swoop by offering more than a dozen magic weapons.

This is because the Hunyuan Yiqi Peacock King Sutra he practiced is an extremely advanced mental method, and his magical power is far deeper than that of people at the same level.

Moreover, two Taoist platforms appeared in the Buddha's light behind Monk Xingyun. A huge golden Buddha on the platform raised his foot and suddenly stepped towards Ji Zheng!

He has reached the second level of Daotai Realm.

It is far more profound than Ji Zheng's third level of supernatural power realm cultivation.

Therefore, now he has to use his profound magic power to crush Ji Zheng to death!
"Devil, die!"

Monk Xingyun scolded.

But an even more violent force came from the soles of his feet. He cried out in surprise, and the golden Buddha was lifted up and thrown away by the huge force.

Immediately, eight arms stretched out, blocking the attack of Monk Xingyun's eight magic weapons. Ji Zheng opened his mouth to inhale, and the air in the area of ​​dozens of acres suddenly became heavy, and the air was instantly sucked dry.

The 108 fireballs were also crumbling, their flames were unclear, and without air, they were almost extinguished.

"Destroy!"

Ji Zheng opened his mouth and exhaled all the air. Suddenly, a strong wind blew and turned into a huge tornado, blowing towards the 108 fireballs.

boom!
The fireball was carried away by the tornado.

Ji Zheng activated the secret of the word "dou" and revealed eight palms, which collided fiercely with the eight magic weapons of Monk Xingyun.

Bang bang bang!
As the eight arms touched each other, eight even more ferocious fists came forward to hit.

In an instant, Ji Zheng threw hundreds of punches, knocking all the magic weapons away and exploding.

"Xingyun Bald Donkey, let me give you a ride!"

Ji Zheng leaped forward, raised his hand with five fingers spread out, and used the Heaven-Flipping Seal again, striking hard at the furnace gate between Monk Xingyun's eyebrows.

Monk Xingyun's face changed drastically. He didn't expect Ji Zheng to be so fierce and break all his attacks in one go.

"Donor, please forgive others when you can." Another Buddhist chant was heard, and another young monk stretched out his palm to hit him.

His face was full of compassion, and behind him were three Taoist platforms floating in the Buddha's light. They were the leading disciples of the Vajra Dharma Zen sect this time.

We must rescue Monk Xingyun from Ji Zheng.

However, he not only wanted to save Ji Zheng, he also wanted to take the opportunity to kill him. His palms were shining with golden light, and there was a Buddha stuck inside chanting the six-syllable mantra of Om Mani Padme Hum.

He wanted to activate the six-character mantra of Buddhism to shock Ji Zheng's soul to death.

"The Six-Character Mantra of Buddhism? How can it compare with my Golden Bell!" Ji Zheng roared.

Roar!
A golden bell appeared behind him, and a dragon emerged from it, which opened its mouth and roared at the young monk's golden hand, blocking the young monk's rescue.

Ji Zheng continued to use the Heaven-Flipping Seal and hit Monk Xingyun on the head.

"Golden light protects me!"

Monk Xingyun fought desperately and shouted, folding his hands and emitting golden light as he hit Ji Zheng with the Fantian Seal.

With a bang, the Heaven-Flipping Seal was broken by the powerful magic power, but Ji Zheng's palm still hit down.

Monk Xingyun groaned as his hands were blown apart, with crackling sounds of broken bones. Then Ji Zheng's five-fingered hand continued to press down.

Monk Xingyun was beaten into a pulp on the spot!
Wow!

The purple palace between Monk Xingyun's eyebrows collapsed, and a bunch of treasures exploded.

Ji Zheng also slowly landed on the ground at this time, looking coldly at the young monk of Vajra Dharma Zen Sect.

A heavy pressure enveloped the monks and disciples of the Vajra Dharma Zen sect.

"Junior Brother!" The young monk looked at Ji Zheng with a sad expression and said:
"What's your name, benefactor?"

"Ji Zheng." Ji Zheng said lightly.

"Master Ji Zheng, you have too much demonic nature. Junior brothers, let's attack together."

"When dealing with evil spirits, there's no need to follow the rules of the underworld!"

The young monk shouted angrily, and the fellow monks behind him activated various magic weapons in grief and anger, rushing towards Ji Zheng.

For a moment, the secret space was shaking slightly, and dozens of acres of ground were collapsed.

But Ji Zheng raised his hand and a golden bell appeared in his hand. The spiritual liquid in the purple mansion was consumed madly as his magic power to activate the golden bell magic weapon.

when!
Ji Zheng punched the golden bell, and the violent sound wave swept across the surroundings, and the air within a radius of dozens of miles exploded.

The magic weapons of those monk disciples were also blown away one by one. Their faces turned pale and they groaned as they flew backwards. They were turned into bloody mist by the sound wave magic.

Ji Zheng reached out and pressed the golden bell, then looked behind the monk disciples.

The young monk had already run an unknown distance of many miles.

Ji Zheng: ...

You're just going to sell out your fellow apprentices like this?

Where's the promised fight to the death?!

(End of this chapter)