Fowen stood quietly on the spot, clasped his hands together, and his eyes shone with Buddha light. Suddenly, behind him, phantoms of ancient Buddhas emerged, densely packed, with no end in sight.

Numerous phantoms of ancient Buddhas, Buddha eyes opened and closed, shooting out ten thousand feet of Buddha light, this Buddha light formed a huge bowl-shaped golden bowl, enveloped the Buddhist text and Lu Hantian, forming a golden defense.

Boom!

The giant hand of the warrior phantom descended from the sky, landed on the bowl-shaped golden bowl, and then there was an extremely ear-piercing cracking sound, and then the whole earth exploded like an earthquake.

However, the bowl-shaped golden bowl was like a rock, unmoving like a mountain, standing still, but it was the right hand of the warrior phantom, which was directly bounced away.

"Amitabha Sutra? Are you the descendant of Master Xuanxin of Daleiyin Temple?"

Wu Sheng stared blankly, fixedly staring at the young monk with folded hands below.

This young monk is tall and slender, dressed in a white monk's robe, holding two strings of Buddhist beads in his left hand, and a saber in his right hand.

Moreover, the aura on this young monk's body was as vast as an ocean, extremely deep, and it had reached the level of a ninefold Buddha.

The strength of the Buddha is much stronger than that of the warriors of the same level. The Ninefold Buddha is comparable to the invincible emperor. Of course, if the Buddha understands the power of the law, his strength may be even more terrifying.

Obviously, the young monk in front of him is a Buddha who has comprehended the power of law, otherwise it would be impossible to block the full blow of Wu Sheng.

The Buddhist scriptures are transformed by the Buddha's eyes in the eyes of the Buddha's devil. It has a comprehension ability that is difficult for ordinary people to reach. In addition, it has been cultivated by Master Xuanxin. It is not surprising that it has reached the ninth level of Buddha in a few years.

Fowen raised his head slightly, opened a pair of golden pupils, and stared at Wu Shengdao: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Can the Wu Sheng benefactor let these few go?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent, and many Wusheng Pagoda disciples in the wasteland stared at the young monk in front of them strangely.

This monk just used Jie Dao to cut off Leng Quan with a single knife, and took Leng Quan's Nascent Soul into his pocket without blushing, but now he said something like saving a life, the contrast was too great.

There is no doubt that the young monk in front of him is definitely a wonderful existence.

Wu Sheng's face turned blue and purple, and finally turned red. The Buddhist words deeply stimulated his heart and made him murderous.

"Are you mocking me? Kill my own disciple and let me save someone's life now. You treat me like a fool."

"Even if you are the descendant of Master Xuanxin, I will kill you today."

Wu Sheng's killing intent surged, and his whole body merged into the martial artist's phantom. Suddenly, the warrior's phantom became more and more solid, and his muscles swelled. It was originally a phantom, but now it seems a little substantive.

And the phantom of the martial artist has become more and more substantive, and the aura on its surface is even more terrifying to the extreme, as powerful and deep as a ten thousand zhang mountain.

"kill!"

Wu Sheng punched out, hitting the surface of the bowl-shaped golden bowl heavily, and there was another dull sound of impact.

And the bowl-shaped golden bowl that was originally immovable as a mountain was actually crumbling under the bombardment of Wu Sheng's punches, but it barely held on.

Not far away, Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, Wu Sheng's strength was somewhat beyond his expectation, and his strength might still be above Xuan Zhong.

No wonder Shao Yu had praised this Martial Saint's talent before, and the law of martial arts he comprehended should be an extremely simple power of law.

"Zhuowen, where are you looking? Die with me!"

A cold voice came, and then Xuan Zhong, like a vigorous cheetah, rushed towards Zhuo Wen, as fast as lightning, and instantly arrived in front of Zhuo Wen.

And the giant bird formed by the law of Xuanming followed closely behind.

Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed, and the power of the void permeated, attached to the purple thunder wings. Suddenly, his speed reached the limit, and he escaped directly into the void.

The next moment, it appeared hundreds of meters away.

"Hey! I can only use that thing, and I have to make a quick decision."

Zhuo Wen sighed lightly, put his hands together, and suddenly, from his body, terrifying ice and fire energy burst out, one was the dark cold poison, and the other was the Nine Flames Karmic Fire, both of which were heaven-level Energy, power is terrifying.

Afterwards, Zhuo Wen combined the two energies, only listening to the crackling sound, the dark cold poison and the Nine Flames Karmic Fire combined to form a palm-sized palace.

On the surface of the palace, the nine colors are constantly changing alternately, and among the nine colors, there is a black light flashing repeatedly.

"Huh? What is this?"

Xuanzhong squinted his eyes, fixedly staring at the palace in the palm of Zhuo Wen's right hand, but a trace of fear rose in his heart.

In the Ice and Fire Palace, he could feel the breath of the Ice and Fire Palace in the inner courtyard.

"Ice and Fire Palace!"

Zhuo Wen ignored Xuan Zhong's question at all, squeezed his right hand, and then swung it violently. Suddenly, the Ice and Fire Palace in his palm pierced through the void and fell in front of Xuan Zhong in an instant. JrNovels.com