Cultivation in the starry sky

Chapter 1145: Tathagata's Palm
"This Primordial Dragon Clan probably has the cultivation of the third level of Xiantai, and the Patriarch of the Jiang Family may not be his opponent. What should we do?"

In the city of God, some people are worried that these people are afraid that the head of the Jiang family will be beheaded by the other party, which will be a great loss for their human race.

After all, the Patriarch of the Jiang Family is a strong second-ranking peak in Sendai.

"Who are you? Tell Jiang Taixu to get the hell out of here."

The leader stared at Jiang Yun coldly and said coldly.

"Looking for death, you dare to insult my ancestor of the Jiang family. Today, I will risk my life to kill you here."

"Admiralty shakes the sky!"

Suddenly, Jiang Yun spat a mouthful of blood at the golden bell in his hand, and quickly squeezed the seal in his hand, and the golden bell that absorbed Jiang Yun's blood suddenly rose brightly.

Like a piece of golden light illuminating the whole world, in the golden light, there are some Sanskrit sounds faintly singing.

Buzz! ! !

The void trembled, golden light illuminated the world, and life-threatening Sanskrit sounds continuously attacked the Baizhanglong body.

"This is the supernatural power of Buddhism. Could it be that the golden bell owned by the head of the Jiang family is a sage from Buddhism?" Seeing the Buddhist scriptures, Ye Fan was also a little surprised.

"The mere mediocre music dares to show its ugly face. If you attack with the soul, this dragon will also do it. Let you taste the taste of refining the soul."

"Extreme Nether Flame! Burn it for me!"

Baizhang Zhenlong looked disdainful, and then opened his dragon's mouth, and spewed out a cloud of blue flames at Jiang Yun. At the same time, he flicked his dragon's tail and spurred it towards the golden bell.

As soon as the blue extreme flame came out, the entire void seemed to be frozen, and then the strong wind from the dragon's tail shattered the void layer by layer.

"What kind of flame is that, it seems very cold"

Pangbo was in the city of God, and he could feel the coldness of the flame, and his soul trembled faintly.

when!
The blue flames shot out, and the dragon's tail swept over the world, and Jiang Yun's face became extremely serious.

Even Shencheng felt the coldness of the blue extreme flame.

This was especially true for him who was in the middle of the battlefield. At this time, his soul was faintly frozen, and his physical body seemed to be necrotic.

It can be seen how powerful the blue extreme flame is, and there is such a great deterrent before it gets close, if it is hit in the body.

Wouldn't it mean that his soul and body would be frozen?

Of course, Jiang Yun would not be caught without a fight, his face turned hard, and the mana in his body rushed towards Jin Zhong crazily.

He roared sharply: "The golden bell shakes the world!"

The golden brilliance flashed between the sky and the earth again, and the soaring golden bell descended on Jiang Yun's head and enveloped him.

Dangdang! !
The blue extreme flame and the dragon's tail blasted on the golden bell in an instant, and there was a burst of bell ringing that shook the world.

The surrounding mountains and mist are also in this sound, disappearing, the mountains and the ground are cracking, the sky is trembling, the ground is cracking, and the void is also collapsing.

"too strong!"

The monks in the city of God looked out of the city like a scene of doomsday, and the shock on their faces could not fade away for a long time.

One is the patriarch of the Huanggu family, the top holy master of the Eastern Wilderness, holding the supreme holy weapon.

One is the king of the ancient royal family, slashing the world, with an invincible posture, using the god of flesh to fight against the holy soldiers, which is no less than the existence of the Dacheng holy body.

It also made many holy land powerhouses in the city of gods feel even more depressed.

Here, a strong man from the ancient race would be able to suppress their strong man from the human race to death.

Many monks in the city of gods focused on the two of them.

Dangdang! ! !

The golden bell rang continuously, and the golden light continued to radiate into the void, constantly resisting the blue extreme flame.

The two lantern eyes of the dragon's head became colder and colder. It was just a holy weapon, and his invincible Dacheng King could not break the opponent's defense.

If a king of the same level is holding a holy weapon, he will still be afraid. Jiang Yun is just a second-level holy master in Sendai.

He doesn't believe it, and can't break the opponent's 'tortoise shell'.

He was about to break through the latter's defense with his physical body.

As a result, the purple light all over his body continued to burn, and the blue extreme flames also attached to the skin of the four claws, and the sharp claws moved across the sky, tearing the sky and the earth apart.

"The blue dragon's claws split the world!"

The torn dragon claw suddenly turned into a length of hundreds of feet. When it was swung, it caused the void to tremble, and the hand could pick stars.

when!
With this blow, the sharp claws struck across the air, and the golden bell trembled even more, and the surrounding golden light also burst.

"Not good! The head of the Jiang family may not be able to stop it"

The holy weapon is extremely powerful, but this golden bell is more like a defensive magic weapon, a member of the ancient clan, and even a king of great success, attacking Wushuang.

"The body of this dragon of the ancient clan is too strong! It can actually confront the supreme holy soldier, and it is probably no worse than the holy body of the same level."

"What can I do?"

"The king of the Jiang family, is your injury healed? Can you come out to fight?"

Some monks in the city of God are worried.

"Ye Fan, do you think the head of the Jiang family can block that reptile's attack?" Pang Bo's face was also a little ugly. He is a human race, so naturally he doesn't want to see a strong man of the human race killed by the ancient clan.

Especially the relationship between the head of the Jiang family and Ye Fan is pretty good.

"I don't know, but I believe that Patriarch Jiang will never fall like this." Ye Fan believed in Jiang Yun.

As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, the whole battlefield changed suddenly.

After Jiang Yun showed a sneer on his face, he squeezed the counted fingerprints with his hands again, and the golden light that had been broken suddenly gathered again.

Immediately afterwards, suddenly above the golden bell, a phantom suddenly appeared, and the phantom became more and more solid with the seal in Jiang Yun's hand.

"That is?"

Many people looked at the phantom on the golden bell in shock.

"Ye Fan, I'm blind! It seems to be a Buddha, it seems to be, it seems to be"

"It's Sakyamuni!" Ye Fan's eyes were shining brightly, Sakyamuni and Lao Tzu had definitely been to this world.

But the Buddhism in Ximo regarded Sakyamuni as a demon, which made Ye Fan very curious about what happened at that time.

Sakyamuni, that is one of the ancestor Buddhas of Buddhism, has become a taboo of Buddhism in this world.

At first, I thought there was nothing left, but unexpectedly, I saw the phantom of Shakyamuni at this moment, "Could this holy weapon be a weapon refined by Shakyamuni?"

Ye Fan couldn't help thinking in his heart.

hum!
The phantom of the Buddha is hundreds of feet high, with a slight smile on his face, he slowly pressed down with his palm.

"Buddha's Palm!"

Pang Bo suddenly exclaimed, causing Ye Fan to roll his eyes, because his exclamation made many people focus on them.

"hey-hey!"

Feeling a little embarrassed, Pangbo rubbed the back of his head and laughed dryly, and then everyone turned their attention to the battlefield again.

Buddha's giant palm, comparable to a hundred feet in size, slapped it with a smile, and the void shook again.

hold head high!
The dragon roared, facing the sudden appearance of the Buddha, Changlong's expression was somewhat solemn, the body of the Buddha gave him a lot of pressure.

(End of this chapter)