omnipotent perspective

Chapter 1263
The tuxedo fluttered with the wind, and the man fell at a very high speed.
There is a vast ocean below, and there is a pitch-black island in the distance. There is still a hundred meters away from the sea. The tuxedo on the back of the man suddenly split, and a pair of black bat wings emerged from the crack.

A black light flashed across the black bat wings, splashing a wave on the sea surface, leading the man to fly to the distant island, like a flash of lightning in the dark night.

The Twelve Archons of the Hand of God: Heaven, Earth, Mountains, Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning, Light and Darkness, Time and Space.

This is the dark god 'Simon', which means listening to the voice of God.

A flagship Majesty was parked at No. 13 Matou in Jinmen. On the deck of the yacht, two great masters stood with their hands behind their hands, looking dignified, as if they were waiting for something.

"coming!"

Suddenly the eyes of the two narrowed, a Rolls Royce slowly drove up, and a man in black robe got out of the car. Looking at the indifferent and thin face, the two of them suddenly became frightened, arched their backs like wild animals, and clasped fists together. Bowing his head with a respectful expression: "Huangfu's family, Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian, respectfully invite the King of Thousand-handed Soldiers to come!"

"Don't dare!"

The King of Thousand-handed Soldiers snorted coldly, stepped over a distance of ten feet, and came to the two of them in an instant, his eyes were as sharp as a cold arrow.

Overwhelmed by a powerful aura, Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian's foreheads were covered with cold sweat, and they quickly waved their hands: "Senior Thousand-handed monster, this little thief is extraordinary, otherwise my son will not let everyone work together."

The twelve top masters were all famous figures in the world.

Now 12 people come to encircle and suppress one person, even if they win, they will lose face, so many people are not very satisfied with the decision of the Huangfu family.

Once they reach the peerless realm, they are all invincible.

"A young child, no matter how powerful I am, it seems that I haven't been out of the rivers and lakes for ten years, and even a yellow-haired child in this world can show his power."

The thousand-handed soldier king looked contemptuous, and the black robe remained motionless when the wind blew.

"Ha ha!"

Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian laughed dryly.

This "Thousand-handed Soldier King" lives in the middle of Tianfu Shu. His ancestors studied all kinds of hidden weapons intensively, and he is the number one hidden weapon sect in the world.

Times have changed, guns have been born, and hidden weapons have declined.

However, relying on the power of science and technology, Qianshoumen forges all kinds of ancestral hidden weapons, which are more subtle and more powerful than their ancestors.

The current head of the Thousand Hands Sect has even created a hidden weapon to break through the qi. Ten years ago, he defeated three peerless masters in a row and won the title of King of Thousand Hands.

woohoo-

Suddenly the propeller turned, and the three of them looked up, Yue Kaishan, a huge flower descended from the sky under the night sky, its color was colorful, vague and ever-changing, as if it contained two worlds, revealing a mysterious and unpredictable atmosphere.

The two great masters Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian were in a trance, as if they were in a dream.

"The Mandala of the Taizang Realm!"

As soon as the thousand-handed soldier king's expression changed, he immediately closed his eyes, collected his mind and adjusted his energy, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Mandala in Taizang Realm, the strongest enchantment recorded in the highest classic of Tantric Buddhism, has the power of ghosts and gods.

Even if a peerless master falls into it, he will surely die!

"Thousand-handed soldier king, long time no see!"

Huge flowers fell onto the deck, but there were five lamas dressed in red. One of them had a face like a crown of jade and a solemn treasure, but his voice spread from all directions, making people feel like they were in Milan.

"Da Ri Dharma King!"

The thousand-handed soldier king's eyes were fixed, and the original arrogance was put away.

Shuzhong is not far from the snowy area, and he has a lot of contact with these esoteric sect masters, and he knows the supernatural powers of these people.

Among the five religions of Esoteric Buddhism in the Western Regions, Dharma King Dainichi is the strongest.

He is ambitious and ambitious. He wants to unify the five religions of the Western Regions, and the Dharma kings of the other three religions join forces to support it.

Now that he has practiced the Mandala of the Taizang Realm, he may be invincible even if the Dharma Kings of the Four Teachings join forces.

With the unity of the five religions and the gathering of the power of the five great dharma kings, this person may become a Buddha in the physical body and achieve unprecedented achievements in esoteric Buddhism.

"The Huangfu's family welcomes the Dharma King!"

Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian then woke up, put their hands away, their hearts were shocked, they clasped their fists and bowed their heads quickly, with even more respectful expressions.

Hahaha!
The Great Sun Dharma King raised his head and smiled, and there were bursts of laughter in the world.

Whizzing--

The sound of two swords sounded, which made people feel like a thorn in their backs. The King of the Great Sun and the King of Thousand-Handed Soldiers frowned slightly, and two sword lights appeared in the sky. One white, one black, a man and a woman came with swords. It's like a fairy.

"Heavenly Sword, Earthly Sword!"

The expressions of Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian changed slightly.

The two were born in Jianmen, Tianjian is the current master, and Earthjian is his wife. The two swords of heaven and earth combined to kill a peerless master and became famous.

Among them, Fengleimen, which was born as the sword king, is actually a side branch of Jianmen.

"Heavenly Sword, Earthly Sword!"

Da Ri Dharma King frowned slightly: "The two of you are no more than Grand Masters. Even if you join forces, you are no more than ordinary peerless masters. Are you also qualified to participate in this siege?"

The King of Thousand-Handed Soldiers nodded slightly.

Shenlong does not keep company with fish and shrimp, peerless masters have a circle of peerless masters, although the two are well-known, they are still a little behind.

"The two of us are naturally not qualified!"

The middle-aged man Tianjian raised his head with a haughty expression: "But there are people in my sword sect who are not inferior to Lord Fawang."

"Could it be!"

Da Ri Dharma King's complexion changed, and he suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

"Congratulations to the ancestors!"

The middle-aged man Tianjian and the beautiful young woman Dijian folded their fists and knelt down, their expressions were extremely respectful, but there was also a hint of arrogance that could not be concealed.

Whoosh whoosh—

In the eastern sky, countless sword lights came through the sky, carrying equipment to destroy the world. Among the thousands of sword lights, there was a man with long sleeves in ancient clothes and fluttering silver hair. His complexion was as ruddy as a baby's, but his eyes were vicissitudes and indifferent , as if penetrating life and death in the world, he landed on the yacht in the blink of an eye, thousands of sword qi entered his body, and all sharp edges disappeared.

The King of Thousand-handed Soldiers and King of Dharma became dignified, with imperceptible fear hidden in their eyes, the two looked at each other and clasped their fists together and said, "Welcome Sword Ancestor to leave the customs."

The silver-haired young man nodded slightly, did not speak, but looked at the river in the distance.

A flat boat galloped across the river. On the boat was a short and thin old man sitting cross-legged on the bow with a wooden sword on his back. Behind him stood the figure of a burly iron tower.

Without seeing any movement, the thin and short old man with a sword on his back appeared on the yacht at a distance of thirty feet.

boom!
The figure of the burly iron tower rose into the sky, the flat boat on the river exploded, and the whole yacht trembled when he landed on the deck.

"The sword is not empty!"

The short and thin old man with a sword on his back showed his shriveled gums: "Your Wan Jian Gui Zong is even more basic than 30 years ago, why don't you try to take a step forward!"

"Mao Nineteen!"

Looking at the burly body glowing with gold and silver luster, Jianzu Jianbukong smiled coldly: "Part of your silver armored corpse has turned into a golden armored corpse, you can also risk your life and try to take a step .”

"Mao Nineteen!"

Upon hearing this name, the Da Ri Dharma King and Thousand Hands Bing King looked shocked.

Before Jian Bukong and Mao Jiujiu became famous, they were already over a hundred years old, and they belonged to the rank of old antiques in their cultivation.

But he was stuck at the first line of the immortal world, and reached the end of the peak of the common world, standing at the gate of the immortal Buddha, Qian did not push the door and entered.

If it wasn't for the two people appearing this time, everyone would have thought that the two had failed in holding the pill and had died.

60 years ago, both of them were famous and peerless masters in the world. No one dared to imagine how powerful they are now.

"quack!"

With shriveled gums, Mao Shijiu's cloudy eyes were full of ridicule: "I'm such a bad old man, I'm just passing by, I've been an ordinary person, I just need to live a few more years, but your sword is not hollow, you are as tall as the sky, you have great ambitions, how can you not become a fairy Buddha?" Willingly."

"If you don't want to become a fairy Buddha, how can you get out this time!"

Jianzu Jianbukong snorted coldly, with an indescribably lonely expression on his face, and frowned unhappy: "Is everyone here?"

He is a genius of heaven, if he walked the ancient path of Buddha, he would have already broken through the gate of immortal Buddha and left this ordinary person.

But back then, he was too arrogant and determined to carve out a path in the way of swordsmanship, stepping through the door of immortals and Buddhas.

But the way of swordsmanship is extraordinary, breaking through the gate of immortals and Buddhas is ten times that of ordinary Taoists and Buddhas.

As a result, he has been cultivating hard for two years, seeing that the end is coming, but he still can't break through the door of immortals and Buddhas, so he has to give it a go.

If you can't become a fairy Buddha, you can only solve it with soldiers.

"There is also the Buddhist monk of the Great Compassion Temple!"

Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian spoke hastily.

"Not sad monk!"

The King of Thousand-handed Soldiers and the King of Dharma were terrified, and fear flashed in their eyes.

"Not sad!"

Jian Bukong and Mao Jiujiu looked at each other and frowned:
The two have been famous for so many years, but they have never heard of this name; but they must be extraordinary people who dare to call themselves 'divine monks' and come to participate in this war again.

"Sorry to keep everyone waiting for so long!"

An apologetic voice came from far away, a black spot appeared on the distant river, a young monk in white, with a smile on his delicate face, a string of bodhi beads hanging around his neck, barefoot on the river, the water rippled into a wave Blossoming lotus, his steps seem to be extremely slow, but each step is tens of feet, quickly approaching the yacht.

"A lotus grows under one's feet, the realm of a true Buddha!"

Jian Bukong and Mao Jiujiu looked at each other, with the shock in their eyes that the waves behind the Yangtze River pushed the waves ahead.

Jinling Longtoushan Zhenwu Dojo!
The evil king Simakong, Cao Zheng, Li Daqingsheng, Fang Ming, Wei Shuai, Hong Meigui, and Yan Qi stared at a young man in front of him with serious expressions, all of them seemed to be facing an enemy.

"Where is Han Xiaoyu!"

Leng Tianji's expression was calm, his indifferent eyes swept over everyone, and finally landed on the evil king Sima Kong, without any change: "Let Su Qi hand over Han Xiaoyu, for the sake of my sister, I will not pursue the responsibility of the Zhenwu Dojo. Otherwise, from today onwards, there will be no more real martial arts dojos!"

"You bastard wants to destroy the Zhenwu Dojo!"

The hot-tempered Red Rose couldn't help picking it out, and just as she opened her mouth to criticize, Leng Tianji turned her head to look at it, and immediately spurted blood and flew out backwards as if being hit hard.

Wei Shuai's figure flashed, followed by a pale red rose, with an angry and terrified expression.

Now, Red Rose is only one step away from becoming a grandmaster, and with the addition of various magical powers, his combat power is no less than that of a great grandmaster.

But now he couldn't resist Leng Tianji's glance, how powerful he is.

"The combination of the Dao fetus and the demon seed is really unpredictable!"

The evil king Simakong flashed out with a surprised expression, waved his hands to let everyone leave, and said calmly: "Su Qi has taken Han Xiaoyu to the capital, if you still want to destroy the Zhenwu Dojo, then pass my level first!"

(End of this chapter)