The Strongest Qi Refiner

Fang Yu raised his head. Even if he looked from the bottom of the pit, he could still clearly see the two giant palms high in the air, giving him a strong sense of oppression.

The power of the blow just now cannot be said to be weak.

Even Fang Yu could feel a clear shock inside and outside his body, and his bones glowed with a faint golden light.

Although there is no strong pain, the pain is there.

This means that the strength of this colossus is not at the same level as the opponents it has come into contact with before.

"Finally something interesting." Fang Yu thought to himself.

"Fang Changsheng, there are many powerful monks in the Eastern Wasteland, and there are many outstanding ones like you." Jing Tianyi's voice came again, and his tone was still as cold as the cold air in the abyss.

"For example... Zhao Chengfeng." Fang Yu narrowed his eyes and said.

As soon as these words came out, Jing Tianyi immediately fell silent.

This reaction just proves that... Jing Tianyi knows who Zhao Chengfeng is!

However, according to Fang Yu's speculation, the highest level of the wishing temple is the Tianhuan Temple.

Therefore, it is normal for Jing Tianyi to know Zhao Chengfeng.

The question is just... how much does he know.

"It seems...you want to imitate Zhao Chengfeng, a notorious criminal?" Jing Tianyi said after a moment of silence.

Even if you just hear the sound, you can feel his gnashing of teeth.

What Zhao Chengfeng did was so sensational that it spread to other wilderness areas.

Therefore, even if Fang Yu is not a local monk in Eastern Wasteland, it is normal for him to have heard about this matter.

But this is not something worthy of praise!

This is the scar of the Eastern Wasteland Sky Ring Temple, the true reverse scale!

Whoever mentions it will die!

This is not something that can be discussed!

Including Jing Tianyi, an internal member, cannot talk about this matter publicly, otherwise it will be tantamount to disrespecting the superiors, and it is also a death penalty!

So Fang Yu suddenly mentioned Zhao Chengfeng, which shocked Jing Tianyi.

At the same time, the killing intent became even more intense.

"Being infamy for thousands of years? That's not true, I think Zhao Chengfeng is a warrior." Fang Yu said lightly.

"You deserve to die, the holy icon will destroy your soul!" Jing Tianyi said coldly, not wanting to say any more words.

"Buzz!"

At this time, the holy statue of Yuanling Temple in the sky took action again!

The center of those giant palms pressing down shone with light.

A mark similar to a crescent moon appeared in the palm.

"Boom!"

The destructive aura erupted again, blasting towards Fang Yu and Han Miaoyi at the bottom of the pit.

This magic energy burst out invisibly, with extremely strong momentum.

Ordinary monks may not feel the arrival of magic energy before their physical bodies are about to be annihilated.

The moment this mark appeared, Fang Yu had already raised his right palm, and rings appeared on his arm.

Between the lightning and flint, more than thirty rings condensed on the arm.

Thirty-ring supreme divine palm!

"Banglong..."

The true energy in Fang Yu's body passed through thirty rings and was blessed by various magic powers, before erupting into an extremely terrifying aura.

In an instant, something comes from nothing!

The magic power of the Supreme God's palm collided with the power of the sacred statue of Yuanling Temple!

A bright light blooms in the deep pit!

"Rumble..."

The ground continues to collapse, and the huge pit that originally only affected dozens of miles in radius is expanding at an extremely fast speed!

So much so that the monks watching from a very far distance felt the danger, kept exclaiming, and hid one after another!

A large amount of smoke and dust filled the entire sky, making the outline of the icon in the sky extremely blurry, as if the end was coming.

"Buzz buzz..."

The explosion of power caused by the confrontation between the two magic energies caused a certain degree of distortion in the space of heaven and earth.

At this time, Jing Tianyi, who was far away in the Yuan Lingquan Regional Council Pavilion, accompanied by a group of subordinates, saw this scene through the light curtain, his face filled with shock.

Is this Fang Changsheng really powerful enough to fight against the Holy Idol! ?

Although the holy statue cannot be regarded as a true saint-level powerhouse, it is one of the trump cards of the wishing spirit temple and has special power.

Even Zhouguang Xuanxian, and even the Four Symbols Xuanxian who has not reached the later stage, will easily suffer a fatal blow if they are not aware of the special situation of the holy statue!

Unexpectedly, Fang Changsheng withstood the attacks of the icon twice in succession.

Especially the second time, the confrontation between the two magical energies caused the holy statue to shake unstablely, as if it was about to collapse!

This is not a good sign!

"How could such a strong monk suddenly appear?" Jing Tianyi gritted his teeth, his face turning extremely ugly.

"Pavilion Master, maybe Fang Changsheng and the female cultivator are both dead!"

"Yes, with such a strong explosion, it would be difficult for the creatures in the center to survive!"

"Next, we must be careful about the condensation of its true spirit, and kill the true spirit body as soon as possible!"

The men beside Jing Tianyi spoke one after another.

There was also shock in their eyes.

But what shocked them was the intensity of the holy statue in the Holy Spirit Temple.

In their eyes, neither Fang Yu nor Han Miaoyi could withstand the power of this blow.

As they spoke, they suddenly realized that Jing Tianyi's face was even uglier than before.

"Pavilion Master, why did you..." one of his subordinates asked doubtfully.

At this time, within the light curtain.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

You can clearly see two figures passing through the thick smoke.

Judging from their body shapes, these are the figures of Fang Yu and Han Miaoyi!

Seeing this scene, all the subordinates fell silent.

After suffering such a strong bombardment, these two monks were fine!

"Perhaps this is already their true spirit body." Another subordinate said.

"Yes, their cultivation must be above the True Spirit Realm. Now..." Another subordinate agreed.

This group of subordinates are all core members of the General Council of Yuanling Temple. They usually hold high positions and are pampered.

But now, when faced with a truly formidable opponent, they look like a fool.

Jing Tianyi frowned, feeling bored, and said in a deep voice: "That's enough, your self-comfort will not have any effect on the battle situation, so shut up."

The expressions of these men changed and they did not dare to speak anymore.

Jingtian clasped his hands on his chest, frowned, and stared at the figures of Fang Yu and Han Miaoyi in the light curtain.

He still believed in the power of icons.

"Master, can I take action now?"

Han Miaoyi followed Fang Yu and asked again.

Fang Yu glanced at the holy statue in the sky, narrowed his eyes and said: "The aura released by this holy statue is very special. It is not as simple as you think to destroy it. It cannot be done by just relying on brute force."

"I don't know how to use brute force!" Han Miaoyi retorted dissatisfied.