Fantasy: The Strongest Red Famous Village

"Don't speak? Well, I don't believe you can destroy me!"

Crocodile Ancestor's face was as cold as ice, and the blood in his pupils shot out like two blood moons, which was particularly penetrating.

Chi!

Suddenly, the sound of a sword trembled in the world, and the divine sword was unsheathed. This was the warrior belonging to Crocodile Ancestor. It directly cut off the void and fell towards Black Sovereign!

At the same time, one after another, sad ghosts appeared, accompanied by thousands of corpses.

These are the creatures that Crocodile Ancestor killed in the past, and now, they all appear!

The world was torn apart instantly.

This is an extremely terrifying scene. If Mars hadn't been sealed by a seal before, it would have been directly cut open by this sword and torn into pieces!

Boom!

The sun, moon, and stars were all dim. This sword was too terrifying. The scattered sword light even tore small meteorites in the universe into pieces.

The strength of the Ancient Beast Saint Crocodile Ancestor is truly revealed at this moment!

"Even Sakyamuni can't destroy me, who do you think you are?" 10 Crocodile Ancestor roared, the blood in his eyes swept three thousand miles. This was establishing an invincible belief, but in Jiang Han's view, this was just It's just to be brave.

"Sounds so powerful." Qian Yingxue muttered.

She is from Earth, how could she not know about Sakyamuni?

"It's just bragging."

Jiang Han chuckled lightly. He controlled the chariot and approached the golden ancient ship, holding the crazily struggling green fire Saint. "Sakyamuni wants to destroy it with just one finger."

"Is Buddha so strong?" Qian Yingxue blinked.

Soon, she whispered to herself again: "That's right, after all, I can suppress the Great Saint Qitian with one hand.

Jiang Han smiled lightly.

Sakyamuni's cultivation was round and quasi-died.

The Qitian Great Saint and Sun Wukong's cultivation level is that of the Great Saint. There is indeed a gap between the two. Although the difference is only a small step in the Immortal Platform Secret Realm, it is still a world of difference.

A Quasi-Emperor can easily kill the Great Saint.

Of course, it often depends on the person. If Sun Wukong goes all out, he may be able to fight Sakyamuni for a while, but in the end, he will still be suppressed and that will not change.

According to legend, Dacheng Sacred Body can fight Quasi-Emperor, and although Sun Wukong's physique is unknown, it is obviously not simple.

"I wonder if it's the Dou Zhan Holy Ape clan?" Jiang Han thought to himself.

The fighting power of the Dou Zhan Holy Apes is extremely strong, but if Jiang Han tells it, he still thinks that if Sun Wukong is transformed by the Heaven-Building Divine Stone, his bloodline will be stronger than that of the Dou Zhan Holy Apes!

However, the origin of Sakyamuni is not simple.

This guy is the spiritual consciousness born from the body of Amitabha Buddha, the Great Emperor, and thus became Sakyamuni. He is no longer the same person.

In other words, Sakyamuni's physical body is at the Great Emperor level!

"Speaking of which, the reason why these guys appear here should be because three generations share the same coffin... Jiang Zhai murmured.

when!

A deafening sound of gold and iron clashing resounded in my ears.

The warrior in Crocodile Ancestor's hand is extremely terrifying. It used the blood of countless creatures as sacrifices to form the Monster Saint sword, which can easily cut through the stars with one sword, but at this moment, its face is full of terror.

This sword struck Black Sovereign's head firmly.

However, in the end, it was still unscathed. Instead, it bounced the soldier high into the air, and then caused it to break apart inch by inch, letting out a wail!

As for those overwhelming ghosts and the Blood Sea Bone Mountain, they disappeared in an instant.

"I wonder if crocodile meat is delicious?" Black Sovereign smacked his lips.

Crocodile Ancestor's hair stood on end. At this moment, it no longer had any thoughts of resisting. It turned around and ran away, turning into a stream of light and trying to rush out of Mars.

"Brother, do you want to eat crocodile meat?"

Black Sovereign stretched out his claws and slapped them casually, and a huge dog claw suddenly formed in the void. With a roar, he directly slapped Crocodile Ancestor back and submerged himself into the dark Demonic Sea.

"Think!" Qian Yingxue clenched her fists excitedly.

"I miss you so much."

Jiang Han glanced at her and said rudely, "You are the only one who still wants to eat the meat of this crocodile? It will explode on the spot after one bite, leaving no residue behind."

Qian Yingxue was immediately frustrated.

She also thought that if she ate the meat of this crocodile, she would be able to Ascension in the daytime, and then she would also become a great master!

"Why can so many monsters eat Tang Monk's meat?" Qian Yingxue muttered.

"First, Monk Tang is a human being."

At this time, the chariot had landed on the golden ancient ship. Jiang Han looked at the old monk with his eyes open and said at the same time, "Second, you also said that the one who eats his flesh is a monster."

"I wonder if Tang Monk showed up..." Qian Yingxue's bright eyes flashed with brilliance.

"What, if Tang Monk shows up, do you still want to roast him and eat him?" Jiang Han looked at her with a half-smile.

"I don't!"

Qian Yingxue imagined it for a moment and shook her head hastily, "The thought of eating human flesh makes me sick."

"Actually, it's nothing."

The corners of Jiang Han's mouth raised slightly, and his eyes fell on the skinny old monk again, "After all, Tang Monk is the reincarnation of the golden cicada. Maybe he was a cicada in his previous life. 523

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The skinny old monk had a kind face, clasped his hands towards Jiang Han, and said, "The donor's words are wrong. Golden cicada is a homonym for cicada, which means Zen. Gold is the west, and golden cicada means the spread of Zen in the West. Golden cicada , not a cicada.”

"It seems that golden cicada does exist." Jiang Han raised his eyebrows slightly, "But I don't know, one bite can make you immortal. Is it true or not?"

The old monk smiled and shook his head.

He opened his mouth and said: "Since the donor is a cultivator, how can he believe such ridiculous words? If he eats the flesh of the golden cicada, he can live forever. Who in the world will practice cultivation? I am afraid that the gods, demons and demons will come to arrest him. . Even the Great Thunderclap Monastery of the past cannot protect him."

"The so-called immortality is difficult! Difficult!"

"Nothing comes out of nowhere."

Jiang Han slowly shook his head and said with a half-smile, "Monks don't lie. Old monk, you have violated the precepts."

"Jin Chanzi is indeed something special."

The old monk's body was golden and skinny, and the Buddha's light loomed in his eyes. "But the old monk did not violate the precepts. Immortality is only a lie. Even Sakyamuni could not live forever."

Jiang Han took a step forward, with a slight smile on his face, and said: "Old monk, I heard that you can see a corner of the future, why don't you look at me, what is the future like?"