Covering the sky starts from the mortal body

Chapter 439 Thunder Flower Vs Wanhua Sacred Art
The Holy Son of Yaoguang dispersed the Hunyuan Holy Light all over his body. He sat cross-legged in the center of the small world cage, his whole body shrouded in fairy light.

Gradually his body became hazy, and his hands continued to draw, becoming extremely ethereal, and extremely complicated dao patterns emerged.

He keeps making seals, draws a mysterious trajectory, unites with the heaven and the earth, and unites with the Tao, which looks extremely lofty.

dong dong dong. . .

Nine beeps in a row, nine ancient characters appeared.

The first ancient character is as sharp as a knife and contains peerless murderous intent.

The second ancient character, domineering man, is raging like a vast ocean.

The third ancient character is like the beginning of heaven and earth, giving birth to the great power of the world, surging.

. . .

Zhang Wenchang took a look at these nine ancient characters. They came from the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Art.

He possesses the complete Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique and the Immortal Heaven Technique, and is very familiar with these nine ancient characters.

The Holy Son of Light, imprinted these nine ancient characters in the void, appearing mysterious and unfathomable.

The Holy Son of Shaking Light opened his eyes and pressed his hands suddenly. Nine ancient characters rose into the sky and began to destroy this small world.

Rumble.

Mysterious ancient characters are in confrontation, and this is the confrontation of the avenue.

The nine ancient characters in the Taoist Scriptures are fighting against the nine ancient characters in the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique.

Each of them is mysterious and unpredictable, able to automatically absorb the power of nothingness, evolve a small world, and then destroy the small world.

It keeps changing between evolution and destruction.

The world here is shaking, it is full of life and destruction, it has become confused, and the energy in the small world is drowned by life and death.

In the fierce confrontation, large cracks were formed one after another, and that small world was not stable.

Then there was a shocking loud noise, and the Holy Son shook the light and rushed out of the cage of the small world.

But he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and after the nine ancient characters rotated around his body for a few times, they dimmed and disappeared.

"This fellow Taoist, why do you insist on sharing life and death with me?" Shengzi Yaoguang asked calmly.

"I want to see how your magic skills are going, let's show them off." Zhang Wenchang said with a smile.

Shengzi Yaoguang came forward to attack and attack. He held the moon in his right hand and the sun in his left hand, pinched the sun and moon seal with both hands, and suppressed Zhang Wenchang.

Its offensive is extremely fierce, and every attack makes the energy here boil.

The son of Yaoguang, the more he fought, the more courageous he became. Countless secret techniques emerge one after another. With one hand, the mountain of magic, and the other hand, the seal of shaking the sky. The mysteries are endless. There are dozens of secret techniques in the blink of an eye, and none of them repeats.

As soon as Zhang Wenchang took over, he immediately felt the difference. The Holy Son of Yaoguang was secretly using the Holy Secret of Ten Thousand Transformations, and the secret techniques he used were just superficial.

This kind of secret technique turns magic into mundane, and secret technique into decay, and specifically restrains all kinds of secret techniques.

If one's various spells are strictly restrained and cannot display the charm of the Dao inside, then it can only end in hatred.

Zhang Wenchang immediately used the holy method of fighting, which can fight against the holy formula of Wanhua.

Zhang Wenchang made a seal with his hands, and there was a clear sound, and then a terrifying breath erupted with a bang.

The Dou Zhan Sacred Technique is the same as the Wanhua Sacred Art, they are also ever-changing, but their profound meanings are not the same.

Douzi Mi possesses the most powerful attack method, and he wants to destroy the enemy with absolute advantage.

Zhang Wenchang sketched with both hands, constantly imprinting the mark of Tao into the void, and transformed into a divine bell, which was the Wushi Bell. He rushed towards the Holy Son of Yaoguang.

Zhang Wenchang originally wanted to imitate Nine Dragons pulling the coffin, but after staying in the Purple Mountain for a long time, he felt that he could imitate it, and felt a charm, so he subconsciously imitated it, and even evolved a bit of peerless murderous intent .

The Holy Son of Yaoguang, with a divine light in his eyes, formed a seal with his hands, and swatted it down violently.

The big mountain towered so high that it covered the sky and covered the sun, and it smashed towards the Wushi Bell, turning the sky upside down, like the sky hanging upside down, falling from the sky and crushing the Wushi Bell.

The holy formula of all transformations, turning opponents into mortals, destroying all magic.

Dou Zi Mi, born for fighting, is unstoppable and uses the strongest attack technique.

Booming, there was a vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth, where a blazing divine light radiated.

The sacred mountain and the Heaven-turning Seal, slapping on the Wushi Bell, cannot make it explode, nor can it stop him from moving forward.

The Beginless Bell went forward without hesitation, exuding the sound of ding dong ding dong, and with the soul-stirring sound of the bell, it chased after the son of Yaoguang.

There is no beginning bell, illusory, vast like an abyss, unfathomable in depth, and densely packed with innate lines on it, hanging down one after another.

Son of Shaking Light, forming seals with both hands, and the Holy Light of Hunyuan technique, operating to the extreme, countless holy lights of Hunyuan descended, attacking without beginning.

He frowned, Wanhua Shengjue should have been extremely powerful, but he could only be caught without a fight if he instantly melted down his miraculous technique.

However, the reality is that he feels that he cannot dissolve the Shiwu Clock.

When he was struggling to wipe out the Wushi Bell, the second divine clock, the third divine clock, the fourth divine clock, one after another flew out, and suppressed the Son of Light.

"Holy Son of Light, how do you feel about using the Myriad Flowers Technique now? Do you feel more excited after revealing your identity?"

"Don't pretend, go straight to the bayonet. At this point, what kind of Hunyuan holy light technique is still playing?"

The Holy Son of Fluctuating Light, independent of the void, one fairy flower after another bloomed, crystal clear, flying one after another, surrounding him in the center.

His hands kept making imprints, and on each petal, the imprint of Wanhua Sacred Art was left.

Each flower is full of brilliance and glittering crystal light.

wow wow wow. . .

The petals all over the sky were flying everywhere, with thousands of rays of light, thousands of auspicious colors, and various colors, flying towards Zhang Wenchang, as if they were going to drown it and seal it forever.

It seems that Zhang Wenchang just made a small world cage, which left a psychological shadow on him. Now he wants to make a cage to seal Zhang Wenchang.

Zhang Wenchang also became ethereal, his hands kept drawing, the innate dao patterns flickered, and the mysterious thunder and lightning runes were flying.

He tried to combine Douzi Mi with Lei Di Bao Shu.

Around it, one after another, purple thunder flowers are blooming, and each one is flashing with lightning.

Zhang Wenchang's hands imprinted Dou Zi Mi and the runes of the Thunder Emperor's treasure on each thunder flower.

Let him become your own flower of enlightenment, let them be crystal clear and thunderous.

The sky was full of thunder, and the petals were flying, flying past like the petals of the Son of Light.

Sizzle. . .

These lightning-shimmering petals, and the fairy flowers of the Son of Light, will fade away together with him after lightly touching them.

Zhang Wenchang also knows the magic formula of myriad transformations, and also knows that a single thought blossoms and dominates the world.

Although I haven't practiced it seriously, I have studied it carefully and know its strengths and weaknesses.

Shengzi Yaoguang, standing on a huge fairy flower, endless flower rain is falling, he is like a flower-picking god, leaving his mark on every flower.

At a glance, the sky is full of the figures of the Son of Light, and it is hard to tell which is the flower and which is the real body of the Son of Light.

Others can't tell the difference, but how can Zhang Wenchang not tell the difference?He also understands this.

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