Landing a Fantasy Game in the World of Mythology

　　The mysterious person's palm 'ancient lamp' radiated radiance and flew out into the sky, his figure rising.

　　The simulated six seals were sent out in unison, suddenly rising up and blocking Lin Fan's big hand. Where the two sides clashed, there was an infinite burst of light, the power of chaos and the law of destruction were intertwined, tearing apart the space, shaking the foundation of the world. .

　　"Oh?"

　　Lin Fan drifted away, looking at the mysterious and blurry figure, he couldn't help but let out a small snort. Under the 24th hour of the sky, there were still beings who were indifferent to the attack from the front.

　　"Yuanshi Jiuyin is a good imitation. It seems that you have seen the real Yuanshi Jiuyin."

　　Lin Fan frowned lightly, the other party displayed the original seal, which proved that the other party had really seen the nine seals of the first yuan. It can be faked.

　　Thinking about it like this, the identity of this mysterious person is probably extraordinary. If he has seen the existence of Yuanshi Tianzun, he will not be ordinary no matter how he thinks about it.

　　"Who are you?"

　　Lin Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. In his eyes, there was only this mysterious person. As for Lu Yadaojun and another middle-aged man next to him, they seemed to ignore it directly.

　　This made Lu Yadaojun and the middle-aged look very ugly. They are also figures standing on the top of the world, their status is respected, and they are supported by the audience. Who is not respectful to them, why did they become like this when they came to Lin Fan's place? Being despised?

　　However, they also knew that the Human Sovereign in front of them was not easy to mess with. The combined attack of the three of them just couldn't help each other. Instead, they were easily resolved by Lin Fan and counterattacked strongly.

　　Ask yourself, if the palm of your hand just now, if they were replaced, I am afraid that those who have been beaten long ago will be seriously injured.

　　When the mysterious being heard Lin Fan's words, the fog scattered all over his body, revealing his true face. He was an old man who looked like a Taoist but not a Taoist, a Buddha but not a Buddha. His face was sacred and solemn.

　　The fusion of the two realms does not make people feel weird, but feels very harmonious.

　　"I am, the Taoist of Bodhi."

　　Bodhisattva!

　　As soon as these four words came out, even Lin Fan's mood caused some waves.

　　He is familiar with major myths and stories, and he naturally knows the existence of this Bodhi Patriarch. He appeared in Journey to the West and lives in the Xieyue Sanxing Cave of Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai. He is the teacher of Sun Wukong.

　　He is familiar with major myths and stories, and he naturally knows the existence of this Bodhi Patriarch. He appeared in Journey to the West and lives in the Xieyue Sanxing Cave of Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai. He is the teacher of Sun Wukong.

　　Regarding its origin, it is also extremely mysterious, and there are different opinions.

　　It is said that it is one of the three corpses of the sage Zhunti, who made a special trip to receive and teach Sun Wukong; there is another saying that it is an innate deity between heaven and earth, because he owes Zhunti the cause and effect, so he accepts Sun Wukong as a disciple.

　　No matter which way of saying it is, it is enough to show that this Bodhi Daoist has an extraordinary origin, either one of the three corpses of saints, or one of the famous congenital gods.

　　"Bodhi Daoists have taken action, this situation is really chaotic."

　　Huaguoshan, Xiao Han took a bite of the dragon ribs, looked up, and tutted.

　　As he said that, he patted the dazed Sun Wukong next to him, and said, "Brother, what is the origin of your master? Why do you want to be an enemy of our human race? Could it be that he is really Buddhist?"

　　Sun Wukong shook his head and said bitterly: "I don't know, the master only taught me his skills and never told me about his origins, but I have seen the master with his broken golden eyes, and among his primordial spirits, there is a vague A small tree with seven-colored brilliance..."

　　A small tree with seven colors and glory?

　　Xiao Han whispered something, and then seemed to remember something, his eyes lit up, "Seven Treasure Trees!"

　　"It seems that this Bodhi Daoist really has a deep relationship with Zhunti Tianzun, maybe he is one of his three corpses!"

　　Thinking of this, Xiao Han's expression suddenly became clear.

　　It turned out to be one of the three corpses cut down by the saint. No wonder it was so powerful that it could block Lin Fan's blow without any damage.

　　Although the three corpses cut down by the sage were only quasi-holy periods, because they contained a little of the sage's way, they also made the three corpses extremely powerful. The ordinary quasi-sages in front of him were no different from the ones made of paper.

　　Xiao Han sent his guess to Lin Fan through 'Skynet'. After the latter received it, his expression changed slightly and he understood everything.

　　"Daoist Bodhi, one of the three corpses of Zunti Tianzun, I am very curious, why didn't you take action when I destroyed Buddhism?"

　　Lin Fan's deduction ability is naturally much better than Xiao Han's. With only a little information, after a little calculation, the identity and origin of Daoist Bodhi can be calculated.

　　This is also because he has a relationship with the creation of the jade plate, and if it is another creature, it can only be guessed out of thin air.

　　"I was in retreat to heal my wounds. During the Battle of Conferred God, I was scratched by the sword energy of the Tongtian Cult Master. After so many years of recuperation, I fully recovered."

　　Being called out of status, Taoist Bodhi didn't care and said directly.

　　In the battle of conferring gods that year, Tongtian sect master fought the four great saints alone. It can be said that the battle is boundless. As a Taoist Bodhisattva, he is naturally qualified to watch that battle, but he was so fascinated by it that he accidentally approached the battlefield. He was scratched by the aftermath of the sword qi from the sky, and since then, he has been retreating and recuperating until today.

　　From this, it can be seen how terrifying the strength of the Tongtian sect master is, it is only the aftermath of a sword qi, and it almost killed Patriarch Bodhi.

　　If he was one of Zhunti Tianzun's three corpses, with a saint to protect him, he would have died long ago.

　　Next to him, Lu Yadaojun and the middle-aged man did not look surprised. They obviously knew the identity of Bodhi Daoist for a long time. This is why Lu Yadaojun dared to take action against Lin Fan. The invincible existence of them, they possess the power of saints and a little understanding of saints, which will undoubtedly bring great assistance. .

Chapter 1105 It's tens of thousands of years old, and it's still such a middle school!

　　Patriarch Bodhi appeared in his true body, standing on the central heaven, with golden and blue radiance lingering all over his body, with two great artistic conceptions, extraordinary and refined.

　　Obviously, he has obtained the dual cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism, and really got the essence of it, and it is undoubtedly an advanced step in the advanced stage.

　　It can even be considered that Daoji is also imitating Bodhi Patriarch and wants to follow the path of dual cultivation of Buddhism and Dao.

　　"It's actually Patriarch Subhuti!"

　　Yang Jian watched this scene in the heaven, and stood up suddenly in shock, not even knowing that the dragon in his hand was expelled.

　　He thought about it and thought of all possibilities, but he did not expect that he would be a Buddhist, and he was also the Patriarch of Subhuti.

　　"Yes, the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Art must be the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Art. One of the characteristics of this exercise is that it is good at simulating changes..."

　　Yang Jian suddenly thought of the key point and muttered to himself.

　　The so-called method of change is just a little trick that comes with the Eight Nine Profound Art. It looks very cool, but it is actually useless. There are many ways to avoid the three disasters and nine disasters, and it is only the way of change.

　　But in fact, the real characteristic of the Eight Nine Mysteries is to simulate the changes of various supernatural powers. This is the essence, and changing all things is only incidental.

　　This is also true of the nine-turn Xuan Gong practiced by Yang Jian, but he has not yet reached that level, so he is naturally incomparable to Patriarch Bodhi.

　　People are one of the three corpses of saints. Eighty-nine Xuangong was created by Zhunti according to the method left by Pangu, so strictly speaking, Patriarch Subhuti is also the founder of this method.

　　I am afraid that the other party has already cultivated the eighty-nine profound arts to the extreme, and all changes are stored in their hearts, all in one thought.

　　"Sure enough, it is a catastrophe, and any big person will come to the surface."

　　Yang Jian said to himself, if it was in the past, people like this would never have been born, because there is nothing in this world that can move their hearts, and only this great fortune will attract them to be born one after another.

　　At this time, you will find that this world is not simple and the water is so deep.

　　Usually, the shadow of a quasi-sage is not seen. At this time, one by one jumps out, grabs a hand, and one is a quasi-sage.

　　.......

　　On Huaguo Mountain, Sun Wukong looked at Patriarch Subhuti at the top of the sky with a complicated look.

　　Although he guessed it a long time ago, when it really emerged, it was impossible for him to not have the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

　　"I told you a long time ago, what is there to do in fighting over the Buddha? It would be great to be your great sage Equaling Heaven. I will help you think of the slogan. It is called 'Aolaiguo, Huaguoshan, Qitian' How about setting the world with a stick~?"

　　Xiao Han said from the side.

　　Sun Wu glanced blankly at this guy, unable to complain: "People who are tens of thousands of years old, can you not be so middle-aged?"

　　"Then do you want it?"

　　"Yes." Sun Wukong didn't hesitate.

　　"Die arrogant."

　　Xiao Han pouted.

　　........

　　Top of the sky.

　　Top of the sky.

　　Bodhi Patriarch shook his body and split into eight figures. Each figure was lifelike and his breath was so real that people couldn't tell the difference between the real and the fake.

　　Eight figures, either straight or curved, rushed over from different directions and attacked Lin Fan directly.

　　This method has already involved the avenue of space, and has penetrated the mystery of the void. The body can appear in eight places at the same time. Of course, they cannot be too far apart from each other.

　　Therefore, these eight figures are all real and visible, not fake, and they can even be shot from eight different directions in no particular order.

　　Lin Fan stood alone, without any movement, letting the eight figures approach quickly, as if giving up resistance.

　　Chi!

　　At this time, a certain figure on the left suddenly turned into reality, and directly held a branch with seven-colored brilliance and hit it, as if it had come from an illusion to the real world.

　　At the same time, the majestic aura of a mountain like a prison flooded the sky, and the mighty fluctuations seemed to be raging in the sky, whistling, making people feel that their fleshly body and primordial spirit were like candles in the wind, and they could be extinguished at any time.

　　The terrifying fluctuations came, so that the middle-aged emperor and Lu Yadaojun felt great pressure.

　　This is the strength of one of the three corpses cut down by the saint, far exceeding the existence of the same realm. Maybe everyone is the same in terms of mana, but in terms of the level of comprehension of 'Tao', they are too different from each other.

　　When a sage understands the way of heaven, a single thought contains innumerable truths. Even if there are a thousand quasi-sages and ten thousand quasi-sages, it is not as good as this one thought.

　　As one of the three corpses, although Subhuti is not so scary, he also has a little insight of Zhunti Tianzun, and these are enough to crush the living beings in this world.

　　"¨~The realm of saints."

　　Lu Yadaojun sighed with emotion while retreating.

　　This is the level that all living beings yearn for, and it is also something that they cannot reach with their entire lives.

　　Tanggu, the Palace of the Demon Emperor.

　　The Demon Emperor's head hangs on the Eastern Emperor Bell, and an endless chaotic aura hangs down, wrapping him. His eyes penetrate the endless void and look above the vast heaven.

　　"saint......."

　　After a long silence, only these two words came out.

　　.......

　　Subhuti descended with the might of Senran and attacked Lin Fan directly.

　　Suddenly, a finger emitting a golden light flicked over. It was as crystal clear as jade and as strong as a diamond. All the power was kept inside the fingertips, not a single bit leaked out. It has not penetrated the void and heaven and earth.

　　But if it is hit, the power will explode in an instant, releasing the power of destroying the dead.

　　Patriarch Bodhi felt the terrifying power contained in it, his expression changed, he shifted his position without hesitation, and instantly appeared in another figure.

　　But the next moment, he was shocked to find that no matter how he changed his position or changed his orientation, that finger would appear right in front of him and point to his eyebrows.