Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 650
The two powerful forces in the sky collided and burst out with boundless splendor, just like tens of thousands of artillery blasted in the air, crushing the layers of clouds and giving birth to layers of smoke clouds.

Zhenjun Yanyu disheveled his hair, held his halberd and glared, two divine lights in his eyes penetrated the dense clouds to find the figure of his opponent, suddenly hundreds of runes poured out, all turned into Ling Weichu's appearance, and surrounded him!
"Thought this would trap me!" Yan Yu consumed ten drops of blood essence to stimulate the three-karma spiritual fire that was planted in his body. The three-karma spiritual fire claims to be able to forge everything in the world, and it is the dream of all craftsmen and alchemists. treasure.

As soon as the fire came out, it swept around like a prairie fire.

The raging fire burned his heart and gallbladder, Ling Weichu did not retreat half a step as expected, he drew a talisman in the air, and when he moved, the hundreds of "Ling Weichu" surrounding Yanyu also moved.

A series of talismans seemed to be carved out of the same mold, forming together, instantly like hundreds of closed giant doors occupying all directions, the fire was trapped between the giant door talismans, bumping left and right, with no way out.

"It's impossible, I want to burn it up!" Yanyu danced the halberd with flames, and threw it again vigorously. The mighty soldiers broke through the sky with the fire, and rushed towards Ling Weichu with a trace of tearing space.

Ling Weichu's eyes showed vicissitudes, and when the handprint changed, the huge door in front of him suddenly opened, revealing a dark and deep space crack, and the cross halberd was drawn into it by suction, and disappeared.

Bang, the giant door closed.

The corners of Yan Yu's mouth were bleeding, and his teeth were about to split open. His connection with the cross halberd was forcibly severed, "What a method! Can you give it back to me?!"

"No, after this talisman gate, there is a wild land that even I don't know where it is. Heh, it may be void." Ling Weichu didn't let himself laugh, and gloomyly formed a seal by himself. They opened wide together, and the flames poured in one after another.

Yan Yu turned pale with shock, and tried his best to withdraw the spiritual fire from his body, "How dare you!"

"Have you conceded defeat!" Ling Weichu asked.

"Do you know who I am!"

Ling Weichu frowned, and shouted sharply, "Do you admit defeat!"

Yan Yu's eyes widened, as if he found some traces on that old face, "It's you, Ling Dao!"

"Who is Ling Dao?" He calmed down, now that offending Yanyu would be bad for the day clan, "I am Ling Weichu."

Bang bang, the giant door closed and disappeared.

Yan Yu clutched the only small cluster of three karma spirit fires left, his heart ached so badly that he couldn't breathe, he would have to raise it for a hundred years to get it back!

He looked at Ling Weichu, angry and confused, victory and defeat are commonplace, he can't target his opponent just because he lost the real treasure cross halberd and most of the three karma spirit fires, but when he thought that this person was a bit like Ling Dao, I feel like he designed it on purpose.

"Are you really Ling Dao?"

"I don't know."

Yan Yu nodded, "That's my mistake."

This Ling Zhenjun did not use Fu Linmen's talisman technique, besides, he had only met Ling Dao once or twice, so he was not very familiar with Ling Dao.

That happened more than 100 years ago. Ling Dao, just like his name, has shown extraordinary talent in cultivation since he was a child, and he is far ahead in the way of talisman. , or the elder of Fu Linmen, with a suave appearance.

It's a pity that he killed a Tianjun's beloved disciple because of the treasure hunt. Under Tianjun's pressure, he was publicly executed by Fu Linmen, escaped halfway, and disappeared.

His elder brother was originally a good friend of Ling Dao, but he was also angry at his bad character and broke up with him.

Yan Yu stared at Ling Weichu for a few times, feeling depressed, this battle was a big loss, "I'm the loser."

When the two True Monarchs fell to the ground, Qi Huan was in a bad mood. This time, he was the one who lost.

"It seems that there is bound to be a battle between you and me." Qi Huan said.

"please."

Qi Huan's eyes are lightly closed, the sacred breath rises from him, and the boundless faith condenses into a divine light, transforming into a scene of geese falling on the flat sand, sails returning from the distant lake, clear clouds in the mountains and cities, snow in the river and sky at dusk, autumn moon in Dongting, night rain in Xiaoxiang, and smoke The evening bell of the temple. Eight scenes of sunset in the fishing village.

The mysterious energy startled the crowd.

"The Faith Technique of the Jingyao Dynasty, the Eight Scenes Illusory World!" Luo Yimi said in surprise, with such strong faith power, it seems that he has many followers in Nanfeng Continent.

Shen Buping wondered if he really wanted to bow down to this holiness because of his shallow knowledge.

Marquis Jinchi, who heard that there is a real king's fighting method here, came to watch the excitement, hey, do the current dynasties follow the way of faith? Is there no one who wants to simply rule the star world?
Compared with the Donglin Dynasty, which has already moved to other star realms, Jingyao has just started, and its beliefs mainly come from conquest.

Qi Huan can be said to have pacified half of Nanfeng Continent, and the beliefs he gathered must not be underestimated.

Zhan Changfeng didn't dare to underestimate him, so he focused his attention on preparations.

"Today, I will defeat you!" Qi Huan was neither happy nor angry, he was expressionless, like a stone statue, with a sound of his voice, eight sceneries surged together, like eight small worlds circling together!
What he establishes is the king's land, what he regards is the people, and the eight sceneries are all under his control!

Zhan Changfeng passes through the reeds, startling the falling geese, and there are many shadows of sails on the river in the distance. What is powerful is not the fantasy world, but each fantasy world is full of the power of faith, which makes you believe in him involuntarily.

As soon as her thoughts came out, the Baji True Realm and the False God Realm overlapped, and the sky, earth, wind, thunder, water, fire, mountains, and swamps were all realized, forming a world of its own, abandoning the tempting voice in the power of faith.

"After all, it's not real." Zhan Changfeng raised his hand, and the condensed spear, meaning earth, fire, feng shui, pierced through the eight sceneries, as if the profound power to reshape the universe pierced through the eight worlds!

The brokenness of every world is the sound of mourning, and those who hear it are sad.

"It's too much, how can it be so much!"

"You can't let her go, you have to teach her a lesson!"

The monks next to him were greatly affected, and they attacked Zhan Changfeng without any explanation, throwing spells and combat skills out desperately.

Zhan Changfeng drew out his sword and swept them all aside, his Zhetian Sword Intent approached Qi Huan.

Qi Huan's eyes sank slightly, he didn't want the Eight Scenes Fantasy World to be unable to stop her, this person's strength was beyond expectation.

"One scene, one world, everything changes in a moment." As soon as he said it, the Eight Scenes Fantasy World seemed to be frozen, and even the sword intent that had passed through the Eight Scenes Fantasy World stagnated. With him taking a step, the world regained its vitality, and the sword intent It has also wiped him out.

Zhan Changfeng laughed, "You can dodge one blow, but you can dodge tens of thousands of blows."

The thunderclouds rolled, the sky and the earth were dark, the river was swelled, and thousands of thunderbolts were ferocious like dragons, swooping down from the nine heavens, the sudden white light reflected the frightened faces, and the nearby monks ran away one after another.

Qi Huan looked up to the sky, the divine light was protecting his body, his brows were frowned, like an offended god, the Eight Scenes and Fantasy World reunited beside him, and the voices of countless prayers reached the thunderclouds, as if he wanted to call on the power of the sky to blow him away. disperse.

Monks who believe in Taoism are really troublesome. With Zhan Changfeng's thought, thousands of purple-gold thunderbolts split into the same fantasy world, and the light shines brightly!
The self-healing speed of Huanshi couldn't keep up with the damage caused by thousands of lightning bolts, it shattered suddenly, and the world trembled.

Qi Huan felt a great pain in his heart, his eyes wept blood, and a round of jade disc-shaped Holy Treasure of Houtian hit Zhan Changfeng directly in his palm, "Those who desecrate will eventually be desecrated."

(End of this chapter)