Supreme Alchemy

"How can this be?"

Huizhen's eyes widened in disbelief.

His brother is a strong man in the Imperial Martial Realm.

And he is also the holy son of Nandala Temple.

He was actually defeated by a punch?

At this time, many people in Baoxiangju were attracted by this battle.

They also saw the image of Holy Son Zhitong being punched away.

There was an uproar and a lot of discussion.

"That seemed to be Holy Son Zhitong just now. Why did he appear here?"

"Who is that young man? He was able to beat Holy Son Zhitong with one punch. You must know that Holy Son Zhitong has the strength of the Imperial Martial Realm."

"Saint Son Zhitong, and there is a young man who is not weaker than Saint Son Zhitong. I am afraid that a battle of geniuses will break out today!"

Holy Son Zhitong is very famous.

Especially in this Nandhara Temple.

Almost no one knows it.

However, Xiao Changfeng's ability to defeat Holy Son Zhitong with one punch also surprised many people.

boom!

Among the ruins, rocks penetrated the sky.

Then a figure rose into the sky, it was Saint Zhitong.

At this time, Holy Son Zhitong was not seriously injured.

However, the monk's robes on his body were somewhat torn and he looked very embarrassed.

At this time, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were filled with intense anger.

"Nie Zhan, you are looking for death!"

Holy Son Zhitong was angry, and the golden light all over his body became more and more dazzling.

The aura is also getting stronger and stronger.

Uh-huh!

He reached out and grabbed it, and immediately took out a demon-subduing pestle from the storage ring!

"Holy weapon!"

There was an exclamation from the onlookers.

This demon-subduing pestle is no ordinary weapon.

It is a low-grade holy weapon, but it is different from ordinary holy weapons.

In addition to the power of time, it is also blessed with the light of Buddha.

A powerful aura of subduing demons and monsters flows out, making people fearful.

"Conquer the devil!"

Holy Son Zhitong clasped his hands together, clamped the demon-subduing pestle, and then turned it suddenly.

Buzz!

The Demon-Conquering Pestle rotated rapidly, like a high-speed rotating drill.

In an instant, the Demonic Pestle tore through the air and stabbed towards Xiao Changfeng.

Looking from a distance, I saw a golden light piercing the sky.

It complements the Buddha's light on the golden light pagoda, giving it an aura of great power and destruction.

All evil ways must be eradicated.

The power of time on the Demon-Conquering Pestle also appeared instantly.

Time passes!

People or things destroyed by the Demonic Pestle will be destroyed faster.

At this moment, Holy Son Zhitong became really angry.

Use the magic pestle to kill Xiao Changfeng.

He was afraid that if he waited any longer, Mo Wenjian in the room would use up the inherited Buddha's light in the scriptures.

"snort!"

Xiao Changfeng snorted coldly, looked indifferently, and then waved his hand.

Uh-huh!

I saw a dark golden sword rainbow roaring out.

The sword rainbow was faster than lightning, cutting through the air, causing a harsh sound of breaking through the air.

It seemed like it was going to split the world into two halves.

The Meteor God's Flying Sword is the sharpest!

"What? He also has a sacred weapon?"

Huizhen was stunned, and the shock in her heart surged like an angry wave.

Not only him, but other onlookers were also stunned.

How precious are the sacred vessels.

Only saints can refine it, and most of the holy weapons passed down by saints are only in the first class of saints and saints.

Even if outsiders own it, they are very few.

However, a strange young man also possessed a sacred weapon.

Could he be the holy son of a certain holy land?

Everyone was horrified, but they couldn't guess the origin of Xiao Changfeng.

At this time, the Flying Sword of the Meteor God struck at the Demon Subduing Pestle.

In an instant, the harsh sound of gold and iron echoed.

A brilliant firework lit up, and the Demonic Pestle was defeated and flew out.

"A middle-grade holy weapon, that is definitely a middle-grade holy weapon!"

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

The Demon-Conquering Pestle is a low-grade holy weapon, and it is bathed in Buddha's light and is extremely powerful.

But he was no match for the opponent's sword.

This proves that the opponent's holy weapon is of higher quality than the Demon Subduing Pestle.

"damn it!"

The expression on Saint Son Zhitong's face was extremely ugly.

He didn't expect that Xiao Changfeng also had a sacred weapon, and it was stronger than his own.

This completely failed his previous plan.

The young man in front of him is definitely a formidable enemy.

However, the Leiyin Golden Body Technique is the top skill of Leiyin Temple.

How could he miss it after finally encountering a scripture that had been circulated.

Even if he pays a small price, he is willing to fight once.

"Golden Ring Martial Spirit, come out!"

Holy Son Zhitong shouted, and suddenly a brighter golden light appeared from behind him.

Saint Zhitong is actually a soul warrior.

And his martial spirit is very special.

Although it is a weapon spirit, it is a golden ring.

The gold ring is lifelike and glows with metallic luster.

The Buddha's light shines above.

"Seventh grade martial spirit!"

Xiao Changfeng glanced around and saw the level of the Golden Ring Martial Spirit.

However, the golden ring martial soul of Saint Zhitong was because Saint Zhitong studied Buddhism and chanted sutras day and night.

It is also contaminated with Buddha nature.

At this time, the golden ring shines brightly, like a Buddhist treasure.

Buzz!

At this time, Saint Zhitong put his hands together, muttered something in his mouth, and continued to chant sutras.

The rich spiritual energy poured into the golden ring, making the aura of the golden ring stronger and stronger.

"Sleepy!"

Saint Zhitong waved his hand, and the golden ring flew out in the air.

Shrouded Xiao Changfeng, trying to tie Xiao Changfeng up.

This golden ring has two uses: attacking and trapping people.

However, Zhitong Saint already knew that Xiao Changfeng was strong, and his attack might not be very effective.

But he could trap someone.

It was just that the spiritual energy consumed was extremely large, and he might not be able to fight again afterwards.

But these were all later stories.

As long as he could get the scriptures, Zhitong Saint was willing to pay any price.

Swish!

The golden ring was very fast and instantly landed on Xiao Changfeng.

At this time, Zhitong Saint directly teleported and rushed towards Room No. 9.

After trapping Xiao Changfeng, he had no more scruples.

However, he had just teleported out and had not rushed to the door.

Suddenly, his body stiffened.

Then his face quickly turned pale, and bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He turned his neck stiffly and looked back.

He saw that his golden ring martial spirit was actually broken free by Xiao Changfeng.

It was precisely because of this that he suffered a backlash.

He was severely injured at this time.

"You are too weak!"

Xiao Changfeng's figure flashed, and he appeared in front of the Saint Zhitong.

The faint voice made the Saint Zhitong's pupils shrink suddenly.

The next moment.

Xiao Changfeng clenched his right fist and punched out.

The Saint Zhitong was horrified, and hurriedly circulated his spiritual energy, crossing his hands across his chest.

Crack!

This time, his arm was directly broken.

Then his figure flew out like an arrow from a string.

Boom!

Three rooms were directly knocked down by him, and four neem trees also fell down.

From a distance, a long scratch was knocked out on the ground.

The Saint Zhitong flew back three or four hundred meters before stopping.

Everyone looked sideways.

I saw that the Saint Zhitong had a broken hand bone, blood was oozing from his mouth and nose, and his breath was weak.

It was obvious that he had been seriously injured.

For a moment, everyone was horrified and shocked by Xiao Changfeng's terrifying strength.

"Today, I will break through to the Emperor Martial Realm!"

At this moment, a roar came from Room No. 9.

Mo Wenjian has broken through!