Sign In Buddha’s Palm

When Su Qin completely stimulated his qi and blood, the entire Wanjian Island was like another big sun rising, and the terrifying power of qi and blood filled every inch of space, even if it had already retreated to a few miles away. The old ancestor also felt that his True Yuan Spiritual Mind began to solidify and slow down.

only.

next moment.

Under the shock of everyone.

Su Qin slowly stretched out his right hand and spread out his five fingers, just like the five-fingered mountain of the Buddha in myths and legends, evaporating the power of the primordial spirit, and now there is only the palm-sized sword ancestor in his hand.

In the eyes of everyone, Su Qin's right palm is only a square inch in size, but at this moment, it is like an incarnation of another world.

"how is this possible?!"

The Sect Master of Wan Jianzong was about to stare out his eyes. He looked at Jianzu, who was struggling in Su Qin's palm, only to feel that his concept was completely subverted.

This is the ancestor of the sword. After Wanjian Daoist, Wanjianzong has the strongest talent and strength, and transformed into the existence of the primordial spirit. More than a thousand years ago, the sword overwhelmed overseas. How majestic?

But at this moment, Jianzu is like a bird, and it is simply appalling.

Several of the ancestors of the Wanjian Sect were even more pale.

They didn't expect this result at all. Even if Sword Ancestor lost his physical body, the strength of his Primordial Spirit body would be enough to sweep through all the peak myths that had not transformed into Primordial Spirit. , gathering and dispersing invisible, how could he be trapped in the palm of Su Qin Fangcun like he is now?

"go back."

"Hurry back to Jianfeng."

The expressions of the ancestors of Wanjianzong changed, and they immediately gave up the idea of ​​working hard with Su Qin to save the ancestors.

Su Qin was so terrifying.

Even the ancestors of swords who used to hold swords for an era have fallen into the hands of the opponent, let alone them?

Say it again.

Even if the ancestors of Wanjian Sect wanted to attack Su Qin, it would have no effect. At this moment, Su Qin was full of vigor and blood, and it was like a sea of ​​vigor and blood within a radius of several hundred meters.

"right."

"Return to Jianfeng."

When the Sect Master of Wanjian Sect and others heard the words, they suddenly woke up.

The nine thousand-zhang sword peaks in the depths of Wanjian Island were left by the Daoist Wanjian four thousand years ago, and they contain the backhands left by the Daoist Wanjian. Stop before.

This is of course because there is nothing in the Sword Peak that attracts the Witch King, but it also shows that there is indeed a great terror in the Qianzhang Sword Peak, at least not even a land god like the Witch King can come and go at will.

Thinking of this, Sect Master Wanjianzong and others carefully glanced at Su Qin, and then quickly retreated into the sword peak.

The small actions of the Sect Master of Wanjian Sect could not be concealed from Su Qin, but at this time Su Qin was too lazy to pay attention to them.

Now, most of Su Qin's energy is concentrated on the sword ancestor in the palm of his hand.

Even if Jianzu's primordial spirit was running out of power, and he was directly restrained by his blood pressure, it was still not that simple for Su Qin to completely kill Jianzu.

Sword Ancestor is not those other peak myths, the body of the primordial spirit gathers and disperses invisible, Su Qin can let him escape if he is a little careless.

Although Jianzu's current state, even if he really escaped, it is estimated that he will not survive for a long time, but how could Su Qin leave such hidden dangers?

"Fellow Daoist, why don't I wait for each to take a step back, I will release your junior, no longer care about killing my myth of the peak of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and you will let me go?"

After struggling for a long time, Jianzu found that he could not escape Su Qin's palm, and immediately obeyed.

In fact, if Jianzu had known that Su Qin had such strength, he would not have dared to fight Su Qin, but there was no pity in the world.

"Each one step back?"

Su Qin was unmoved at all. He kept urging the surging qi and blood in his body, slowly pressing it towards his palm, shaking his head and saying, "I still like to get my own things."

The voice just fell.

The terrifying power of qi and blood rushed into the palm of his hand, slowly refining every trace of the primordial spirit of the sword ancestor.

At the beginning, Jianzu could barely resist. After all, he still had some primordial spirit power left, which was enough to counteract the invasion of qi and blood. The power is getting more and more majestic, and Sword Ancestor is finally afraid.

"Daoist, I know I was wrong"

Jianzu's voice became weaker and weaker, and he kept begging for mercy.

It's just that Su Qin didn't mean to stop at all. Since he broke into Wanjianzong, he has already forged a great feud, and naturally he has to cut the grass.

How could Su Qin let Jianzu go?

Time passed slowly.

A few hours passed in the blink of an eye.

In the end, the last trace of the primordial spirit power of Jianzu disappeared in the sound of curses, allowing the infinite power of qi and blood to burn clean.

Inside the nine thousand-zhang sword peaks.

The Sect Master of Wanjian Sect and several old ancestors watched the sword ancestor's forcible refining with their own eyes, and their expressions were filled with emotion.

Jianzu has sheltered Wan Jianzong for more than a thousand years, but now they can only watch this scene helplessly, and the grief in their hearts can be imagined.

However, no one dared to leave Jianfeng, no matter how sad they were.

After the sword ancestor Su Qin had completely refined, he took a step forward and appeared in front of the nine thousand-zhang sword peaks.

During the refining of Jianzu, although he focused most of his energy on Jianzu, it did not mean that he knew nothing about the outside world. All the actions of the Sect Master of Wanjian Sect and his party fell into Su Qin's eyes clearly.

"Hurry up and mobilize the great formation on Jianfeng!"

Sect Master Wanjian was so frightened that his scalp exploded, and he immediately joined forces with several ancestors to pour True Qi into Jianfeng.

Rumble.

I saw that the nine Qianzhang Sword Peaks were finally aroused, and the sharp sword energy continued to rise and rise from the Qianzhang Sword Peak, and even the nine Qianzhang Sword Peaks themselves were shaking.

If seen from a distance, these nine Qianzhang sword peaks seem to be transformed into nine divine swords that penetrate the sky and cut through everything.

Nine Swords Reincarnation Great Array.

This is the back-hand of the Wan Jian Daoist who stayed on the sword peaks. Once the big formation is activated, the nine thousand-zhang sword peaks will be completely recovered. These nine Qianzhang sword peaks each contain a sword intent of the Daoist Ten Thousand Swordsman. They have been cultivated for thousands of years, and they are already psychic. Under the recovery at this moment, it is not an exaggeration to say that the heavens and the earth are torn apart.

"Meaningless."

"Even the great formation of heaven and earth left by the pinnacle land immortals like True Monarch of the East China Sea was also smashed by me with a single sword. Just because of the death formation that no one can flexibly control, do you want to stop me?"

Su Qin's eyes were deep.

The Nine Swords Samsara Grand Array is indeed very strong, and it contains the nine swordsmanship of the Taoist Wanjian. At its peak, it can even compete with a land fairy in a short time.

Three thousand years ago, the Witch King of the Witch Sect did not enter the battle, because of this.

It's not that the Witch King can't help the big formation, but it's unnecessary. What if the Nine Swords Samsara formation is broken?

The Witch King did not follow the way of swordsmanship, and the countless magical treasures of Wanjianzong were useless to him, as for the cultivation resources.

The Wumen has been passed down from the last era of vitality and tidal recovery, and its heritage far exceeds that of Wanjianzong. How could it be possible to see the cultivation resources of Wanjianzong?

Besides, in the realm of land gods, most of the treasures in the world are useless.

Unfortunately.

If it was three thousand years ago, the Nine Swords Samsara Grand Array was still barely maintaining its peak, stopping the Witch King.

So now, after three thousand years have passed, the Nine Swords Reincarnation Great Array has long since lost the power of its heyday, and only a trace of the Nine Dao Sword Intent in the Qianzhang Sword Peak has been wiped out by time.

Wan Jianzong is not like the East China Sea True Monarch.

However, no matter how weak it is, the Nine Swords Samsara formation at this moment is no problem to block the peak myth, and even the peak myth of the primordial spirit may not be helpless.

However, in front of Su Qin, who has the eyes of reality and can easily see into every detail, he is full of flaws.

The Eye of Truth observes all the qi in the world, and the Great Array of Heaven and Earth is entrusted to Heaven and Earth, which is naturally within Su Qin's observation range.

If the Nine Swords Samsara Grand Array is still at its peak, even if Su Qin knows the flaws, it is of no use, because his strength cannot even penetrate the flaws.

But now, after three thousand years, the Nine Swords Reincarnation Great Array is still weakened to a certain extent, and Su Qin naturally has the confidence to break it.

"break!"

Su Qin stepped out again, condensed his palms into fists, like an ancient giant hammering a drum, and slammed towards the nine thousand-zhang sword peaks.

boom!

A dull sound came, and the nine Qianzhang Sword Peaks that were beginning to recover suddenly shook, and the terrifying force covered the Wan Jianzong and others through the Nine Swords Samsara formation.

puff.

Several ancestors of Wanjianzong vomited blood together, their faces were as pale as paper, and they said extremely savagely: "Block it, you must block it."

And this time.

Su Qin, who threw a punch, looked carefully again and threw another punch.

boom!

boom!

boom! ! !

Su Qin threw several punches in a row, each of his punches slammed into the flaws in the Nine Swords Samsara formation. The terrifying power almost pierced through the nine thousand-zhang sword peaks. If it wasn't for Su Qin's intention to keep his hands, he was worried that it would affect Li Wan. , at this moment, the people of Wanjianzong who are located on Jianfeng may have been shocked to death by the terrifying force.

But even so, nearly half of the Nine Swords Samsara formation collapsed, and Su Qin could even see through the formation, the people of Wanjianzong who were full of horror on Jianfeng.

"Hold on, Jianfeng is left by the ancestor of Wanjian, and it will definitely be able to protect my Wanjianzong inheritance for all generations." Wanjianzong's sect master Qiqiao bleeds and is still encouraging the desperate Wanjianzong disciples.

And the next moment.

Su Qin punched again.

The power of this punch cannot be described in words.

I saw Su Qin's qi and blood oscillating, and vaguely, a three-legged bird as big as the sky condensed behind him. In addition to the majestic power of qi and blood, there were also strands of hot flames spreading.

Immediately.

The originally crumbling Nine Swords Samsara formation was completely broken, and countless sword lights collapsed quickly. The ancestors of Wanjianzong who barely motivated the formation were directly attacked, and the physical and spiritual thoughts dissipated on the spot.

"My Ten Thousand Swords Sect is destroyed."

The Sect Master of Wanjian Sect couldn't help but take a few steps back and sat on the ground with a thud, his face as gray as death, like a dementia.

At this moment, the Nine Swords Samsara formation was broken, and the Sect Master of Wanjian Sect couldn't think of any other means to resist Su Qin.

Unless the Daoist Wan Jian 4,000 years ago is resurrected, there will be no escape.

After Su Qin broke the Nine Swords Samsara formation, he pointed out directly and broke the dungeon called Heiyuan surrounded by nine thousand-zhang sword peaks.

Click.

Click.

The entire Heiyuan dungeon, which was made of Beihai Xuanming iron, was completely shattered under Su Qin's fingertips, revealing Li Wan at the bottom.

"Three uncles."

Li Wan was stunned for a while, then immediately waved at Su Qin, shouting excitedly.

And the old man with white hair and beard who was locked up on the eleventh floor of the Heiyuan dungeon gave Su Qin a deep look.

"Is there really a god in the world?"

The old man quickly lowered his head, only to think that if there really exists an immortal, it can only be Su Qin.

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