Fantasy: I become stronger when I meet a strong opponent. My cultivation has no upper limit.

"hehe."

Ye Junlin sneered and charged up a palm to strike. The palm print shattered the void with terrifying force.

boom!

The golden swastika shattered into pieces, and the terrifying impact backfired on Master Ran Deng's handwriting, making his whole arm crackle.

"Well,"

Master Ran Deng stepped back more than ten feet, put one hand behind his back and trembled slightly, and raised the other hand in front of his chest. His old face was full of solemnity, and he said in a deep voice, "It turns out that I am looking down on you."

It is obvious that he has perfected his cultivation ability, but he hides it deeply. What kind of strange habit is this?

If this guy had exposed his realm earlier, Xuankong Temple would never have messed with the Yuhua Sect!

It’s obviously going to be fishing! Get people hooked!

Ye Junlin flicked his fingers, "Tell me, how do you want to die?"

From the middle stage of transcending tribulation to reaching the perfection of transcending tribulation all at once, this span can rival others' tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years of hard work.

Therefore, in return, Ye Junlin generously decided to let this old bald donkey choose his own way of death.

Master Ran Deng was very angry, "Ye Junlin, I admit that your cultivation is as advanced as the rumors, but don't think that I will just die!"

You must know that once you pass the Tribulation Realm, your vitality will become extremely powerful. Unless the body is completely transformed into nothingness, even a drop of blood or a piece of flesh left will not give you a chance to be reborn!

What's more, he is proficient in Buddhist techniques and has cultivated an indestructible body. The possibility of a strong man of the same level trying to kill him is extremely slim!

Therefore, Master Ran Deng felt that Ye Junlin was deliberately humiliating him!

Ye Junlin shook his head, "I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. As for how you will die later, it's not up to you."

Master Ran Deng couldn't bear it anymore, "Don't be so rampant!"

He raised his hands to seal the secret, and when he raised his head high, a resounding dragon roar sounded extremely high-pitched. As the wind and clouds suddenly changed, a mighty celestial dragon phantom condensed into shape. Its huge body twisted and circled, releasing the terrifying dragon power. Two The eyes are as high as thunder, shining brightly.

"The mighty Tianlong!"

An angry roar came from 껙, making everyone dizzy.

The next second, the heavenly dragon flew away with its fangs and claws bared, giving it a strong sense of oppression.

"Tsk, little loach."

Ye Junlin reached out his hand calmly.

There was a roar, the sound of a millstone rolling in the void, and then a big hand emitting a blazing white light stretched out. The texture of the palm was clear and as white as jade. Upon closer inspection, it was densely covered with symbols, containing the power of destruction!

Supreme Bone Skill, Hand of God!

"roar!"

The roar of the dragon was deafening.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the menacing Tianlong was firmly grasped by a big hand of white light. Tianlong swung its body crazily but was unable to break free.

This scene is very visually stunning!

"Destroy it!"

Ye Junlin shouted softly.

Then, the hand of God, exuding immeasurable divine power, caught and exploded the silver-white dragon. The process was clean and neat, without any sloppiness.

"What?!" Master Ran Deng was surprised. The mighty Tianlong was one of Xuankong Temple's special skills. He didn't expect 누늀 to be destroyed so easily.

Uh-huh!

The hand of God came with terrifying pressure.

Master Ran Deng's scalp was numb and he didn't dare to be underestimated. The magic power in his body was overwhelming, and he used his hands to cast spells.

Soon, an ancient bronze lamp appeared overhead, its golden flame swaying, containing a mysterious power that was difficult to fathom.

Buzz buzz~!

When this bronze lamp appeared, Master Ran Deng's aura quickly rose. He was solemn in appearance, without sadness or joy, as if the Buddha was personally present, sacred and inviolable.

He raised his hands high and stood upright, trying to resist the attack of the hand of God.

With a rumble, Master Ran Deng was knocked from the sky to the ground. With a huge impact, the ground began to sink crazily. The sand and dust billowed into the air, and the momentum was terrifying.

늀While everyone was in shock and confusion, the figure of Master Ran Deng slowly rose up. He looked a little embarrassed, with blood flowing out from the corners of his mouth. The radiant treasures released all over his body were far dimmer than before. The ancient bronze lamp above his head. , the originally blazing bright flame was almost extinguished.

Bang bang bang~

Applause sounded in rhythm.

Ye Junlin clapped his hands and chuckled: "Have a good life, have a good life."

This old bald donkey can resist the hand of God without dying, which shows that he is quite capable.

The corners of Master Ran Deng's eyes were twitching, and the shock in his heart was hard to describe in words.

This is already his most powerful defensive posture. In a one-on-one duel, no one in the same situation can break his confidence. However, he was almost beaten and physically collapsed just now!

What was Master Ran Deng thinking? He raised his hand in the air and erupted with a powerful suction force. The Zen practitioners in the Xuankong Temple in the distance did not dare to move. They watched as their storage bags flew away and landed on him. in hands.

“It’s time to put the precious medicine obtained in Medicine King Valley to use!”

Master Ran Deng used his majestic magic power to quickly refine those precious medicines. The medicinal power of each precious medicine turned into essence, surged into his body, and the whole body was covered with treasures. His condition instantly recovered a lot, and his energy Energized, eyes as bright as lightning.

"Ye Junlin, don't be complacent, this battle has just begun!" Master Ran Deng said coldly.

Ye Junlin shook his head, "No, it's over."

"What do you mean?"

Master Ran Deng narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

"I admit that your defense is very strong, but if I use this move, how should you respond?"

Then, Ye Junlin raised his hand and slowly made a simple fist.

In an instant, a brilliant golden divine wheel appeared behind him, containing the moon and the stars, making him look like an undefeated god of war.

The sky was filled with thunder and lightning, heavy rain and strong wind, and rolling clouds and mist, as if the whole world was trembling at the appearance of this fist.

"This, this fist is..." Master Ran Deng's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he felt very familiar inexplicably.

"You were hit by this punch in Yaowang Valley at that time, have you forgotten it so quickly?" Ye Junlin carried a vast golden divine wheel on his back, and the surface of the divine wheel was covered with various ancient scenes, revealing a vicissitudes of life and immortality. At this time, his white hair was flying wildly, his eyes were golden, and his fist was about to explode, and his endless murderous intent was firmly locked on the white-browed old monk.

Master Ran Deng was stunned at first, and then he suppressed his panic and deliberately ridiculed him: "I remember that punch was just like that, it didn't hurt me, what? You want to use the same trick again?"

That being said, he had already mobilized all his strength to resist the opponent's attack.

Ye Junlin sneered: "Haha, then you'll have to wait and see."

Bang!

Ye Junlin punched.

Even if there is any language in the world, it is impossible to describe this punch.

Master Ran Deng's pupils contracted, and his pupils reflected the terrifying scenes of the collapse of the world, the reversal of yin and yang, the shattering of the galaxy, and the extinction of the moon.

The grand and invincible fist intention made people submit, and the dazzling golden fist print carried the power of destruction and pressed hard

Fighting Holy Fist!

"Humph, bluffing!"

Master Ran Deng took a deep breath, put his hands together and stood like a golden body of Buddhism, with a posture as majestic as Mount Tai, ready to take the punch.

He felt that since he could catch it in Medicine King Valley, he was confident that he could do it outside!

Boom...

A huge blazing ball of light bloomed, and the scene was like the sun exploding. The light released made countless people close their eyes.

Master Ran Deng spurted blood, his expression was extremely painful, and there was deep horror in his eyes.

How could this punch be so terrible? !

"Die!"

Ye Junlin used all his strength to activate the Fighting Saint Fist, pouring it on the opponent without reservation.

"Uh ah..." Master Ran Deng's whole body was like ice and snow burning in a raging fire, and his flesh and blood were evaporating at an incredible speed. All his pride before was shattered by this punch!

The copper-colored bowl that originally covered the surroundings also disappeared naturally, meaning that the caster was completely dead.

When the world returned to silence, the blazing light gradually dissipated. When many monks opened their eyes and looked in doubt, they found that the figure of Master Ran Deng was no longer there. The only one left was the silver-haired young man standing with his hands behind his back, in an invincible posture.

For a moment, the whole place was silent!