The Great Tao Chronicle

The Goddess Statue that Disappeared in the Great Dao Sect of the Heavens Chapter 452 Everyone can become a villain! Want to kill Yuanshen with one finger?

The cloud boat was silent for a while.

Wei Shaoyou swallowed, only to feel that his ancestor was so domineering, he was much more arrogant than the legendary old master.

It's too cruel to kill someone.

He couldn't help but feel a touch of sympathy for the great monk.

He couldn't see the strangeness of cutting off the fingers, but the expressions of the others were extremely solemn.

From this finger, I saw An Qisheng's ability to survive beyond imagination.

Even if any enemy can be completely killed, unless he has the ability to search the world, even if he leaves a drop of blood in the vast galaxy.

No one can really kill him!

This, perhaps, is a different kind of immortality?

Tianji Daoist's mind swayed, and thousands of thoughts had already arisen in an instant, and he was stunned for a while.

"The Great Monk"

Wei Shaoyou stared closely at the monk Dakong, not wanting to miss the slightest, guessing the reaction of the big monk in his heart.

"call!"

But contrary to Wei Shaoyou's expectations, the arrogant and domineering monk was surprisingly not angry at all, instead he let out a long breath:

"good!"

boom!

As soon as he stepped on it, he suddenly flew thousands of feet into the sky, and not only did he rise up in the sky, but he seemed to be escaping into the galaxy.

As he rose into the air, his half-shattered golden body suddenly lit up like a firework.

Its dharma form followed, and it was huge against the wind. The huge size seemed to fill the heaven and the earth, obscuring the afterglow of the setting sun, as if night had suddenly fallen.

The Buddha's light roared like waves, and the invisible and chilling breath filled the universe.

In today's world, few people dared to spare An Qisheng, and of course Monk Dakong couldn't.

Even if it's just a finger, it doesn't have the slightest reservation.

Full blast!

I don't even care that the half-shattered golden body is cracked inch by inch, the mana of my life is completely burned, and the light shines through the sky!

"Tai Chi Taoist, I want to see how you want to kill me with one finger!"

The dharma of the sky is like a mountain, with its arms hanging down for a few miles, its fists clenched, and in the wailing and wailing of the void, wrapped in the rolling force of destruction, it swoops down like a river of heaven, trying to cleanse the world:

"The mighty Heavenly Dragon, the World Honored Tathagata, the Heavenly Dragon sings, the Divine Fist of Destruction!"

With one punch, Monk Dakong suddenly felt empty in his heart. He only felt that his spirit, mana, and even his muscles and bones were all thrown out of his body with this punch.

I only felt that this punch was the most perfect punch in my life, apart from the fact that my golden body was shattered and severely injured.

Boom!

The fist print slammed down, and the endless Buddha's light burst out with a cold and cool destruction of the air.

The moment he punched, the dragon-shaped tattoo on his shoulder and arm suddenly raised his head, his long beard trembled, his dragon eyes widened, and an earth-shattering dragon roar followed:

"roar~"

The golden Buddha light has evolved the power of endless destruction.

The fist mark slammed horizontally, thousands of feet away, and the clouds were suddenly torn into pieces. Farther away, in the sealed space of death that could not heal for a long time after being slashed by An Qisheng.

The earth shook, the smoke stirred, and the mountains fell.

With this blow, Monk Dakong made a hearty blow, and his power was also invincible.

In addition to fanning the wind with Sa Wuling's fan, he couldn't help but look up:

"This punch looks like it."

Yuanshen, Yuanshen, in the final analysis, is 'God', and its power lies in the purity of 'God'.

No matter whether you are good or evil, Buddha or Dao, demon or evil, in the end, the purer and the more tyrannical you are, to the limit, you are pure one.

The previous monk Dakong had a lot of distracting thoughts in his heart. He could not meditate in the cultivation of Buddha, and his destruction could not be completely. He was called Dakong, but he was not empty at all.

Compared with the Taoist Tianji, whose Yuanshen began to decay, it was far worse.

But at this time, under the huge pressure of An Qisheng, countless distracting thoughts all turned into thoughts of survival.

Survive to death!

It is called extinction, but it is actually survival.

This punch is also worth seeing.

"The skin changes to the bones, and its spirit cannot be changed. It is called the Divine Fist of Extinction. In fact, it is still unable to get rid of the Tathagata Nine Seals, but there are some new things, which are not bad."

The fist intent is like a surging river, and An Qisheng still has time to comment.

Until the fist intent slammed down and the torrent of destruction was about to drown everything, the body transformed by its ring finger.

just stepped,

boarding,

howling,

Then, a palm pushes out horizontally, and hits below, like the earth moving up and up, wanting to wrap the sky!

Compared with An Qisheng, who was calm and even a little warm.

The 'self' transformed by his finger is unparalleled in violence.

A palm was pushed out horizontally, and the bursting blood energy was like the explosion of thousands of thunderbolts.

"It's this trick again!"

Above the sea of ​​clouds, Monk Dakong's eyes narrowed.

I saw that under the sea of ​​​​clouds, there seemed to be a mountain rising from the ground, the palm pushed out horizontally, and the gate of the gods reappeared, majestic and sacred in the surging blood light.

Then it slammed and slammed into it.

boom! !

Sound waves filled the sky and the earth, mushroom clouds bloomed in the sky, and countless two-color rays of light were intertwined and flew horizontally, like a huge meteor shower swaying over the sky.

"what!"

Above the cloud boat, Wei Shaoyou shouted, covered his eyes and fell to the ground, two tears of blood flowed out at once, almost blinding his eyes by the strong light.

His mana aura was like a piece of paper, and it didn't play a role in blocking it at all.

Sa Wuling stared at the sky and shook his head slightly:

"It's a pity that it has been practiced for hundreds of years"

huh~

The earth-shattering collision seemed to last for only a moment, and then dissipated in the rolling wind.

pat~

A finger fell from the sky, turned into a streamer, and returned to the palm.

An Qisheng sat cross-legged, his clothes and hair were still, and he raised his eyebrows to look at the stagnant, immobile in the sky, like a mosquito deep in amber, and said:

"I really don't need any excuses to kill you."

Above the sky, the airflow is turbulent.

Monk Dakong's huge dharma has lost his voice, and there is no response.

After a long time, or a moment later, as the clouds spread, they dissipated in the sky like blue smoke.

Only a long sigh echoed:

"The great void is not empty, the extinction is not the extinction of life, the teacher, the patriarch, our path is wrong."

No one knew what he saw and understood at the last moment, but he could hear it. In the last sentence, he no longer had any strong anger or resentment.

It seems to have become more like a monk.

"Master is doing well, I hope there is still a chance to enter the Tao in the next life, and there is still an opportunity to become enlightened."

The Taoist Tianji stopped on the cloud boat and let out a long sigh.

Looking a little desolate.

He didn't have a deep friendship with Dakong, but seeing a fellow Daoist who had cultivated for hundreds of years and finally became a primordial spirit, he fell so sadly, and his heart was inevitably touched.

Even this scene, he has seen it more than once.

Ye Xiaoyi, Yan Xiake and the others were very calm, neither joy nor sorrow, but they also sighed, even if the primordial spirit would fall.

huh~

After a long time, the Taoist Tianji sat down, facing An Qisheng, and said calmly:

"Friend An, play a game of chess with me."

What he said was calm, An Qisheng responded simply.

"good!"

Taoist Tianji flicked his sleeves, and a chessboard was born in front of them, with black and white chess pieces lined up on one side.

pat~

The Taoist Tianji held the black first, dropped a child, and said softly:

"It's a pity that I had an opportunity to emerge, but I was born at the wrong time."

slap~

An Qisheng followed by White, and he made a move to the corner, without saying a word, listening to the old way of telling the truth.

"After the war between the Lord of the Netherworld and the Heaven, the Netherworld will never be born again, and the secrets of heaven have been disordered since then. Even if I surpassed the sages and reached the peak, I also cut off the way forward."

The old way of heaven keeps falling, and his eyes are faint, recalling the past:

"The innate number counts its source as the sky, the heaven's secrets are disordered, and the way forward is cut off from the source. I have been in seclusion in the mountains for hundreds of years, I have been like a ghost, I have experienced robbery in the world,

He once subdued demons and subdued demons, once saved the world, once supported Longting, and also practiced by luck, but unfortunately, after 1300 years, after Yuanshen, 1300 years

Not an inch! "

His words were flat, but everyone above Yunzhou couldn't help being touched.

They are all cultivators, and most understand what it feels like to be stagnant in their cultivation.

An outstanding person who has achieved primordial spirit for more than a thousand years has lost all possibilities for progress due to changes in the sky. This is an unbearable tragedy for any cultivator.

"Finally, I gave up my self-cultivation, traveled the world, accepted countless words, ears and eyes, through the changes of living beings, the earth's veins, the vegetation, according to the legends, the clues in the classics, and pursued the traces of the emperor and the ten villains.

Finally, I found something"

As soon as the son fell, the words of the Taoist Tianji also stopped, and then he said:

"The emperor's ten cruelties come from the sky, it is born, however, its body is born, its divine will is not!"

"Ok?!"

Sa Wuling, Wei Shaoyou, Ye Xiaoyi, Yan Xiake and others were all shocked.

"Everyone can become the emperor!"

An Qisheng spoke slowly.

Taoist Tianji was a little surprised, but still nodded:

"good."

"In that case, you also told Heaven's Will this secret."

An Qisheng asked.

"It's me, not only that, the position of the state teacher of God's will is also given by me."

The Taoist Tianji is extremely calm:

"For thousands of years, Daqing has been the No. 1 City God in the Zhongyin Division, and I am No. 2. If I don't retreat, there is no possibility that God's will invades Daqing, let alone overwhelms Qin Wuyi.

Unfortunately, he still failed."

Speaking of this, the Taoist Tianji dropped another son.

His original intention was to force God's will to hold an assembly of all laws when the time was right, and at that time he would be killed in full view~www.wuxiaspot.com~ or repelled.

After that, he used his deity as a guide to control the dragon of national fortune, and then he planned the emperor's ten evils, but he didn't want to, and died directly.

"you lose"

Another son fell, An Qisheng slowly raised his head:

"Why are you telling me these things?"

pat~

The Taoist Tianji dropped his chess pieces and conceded defeat:

"I guess that you have the means to gain intelligence by fighting with people, but I don't want to fight with you. These are naturally good for you."

He looked up at the sky and smiled:

"One more, old man, I want to take a look, in the face of the calamity of the world, you are going my way.

Or die with all beings! "