Urban Medical God

Ye Chen chuckled: "I'm afraid you can't afford it.

Although the two spoke in an understatement, they were full of pressure, like the calm before the storm.

The people below didn't even dare to take a breath, after all, this kind of pressure was very oppressive to them.

Holy Son Jianjia's expression gradually turned cold, and there was a breath of anger in his heart.

His words just now were threats and warnings, but Ye Chen seemed as if he didn't understand them at all, and was still extremely arrogant, even with a hint of disdain!

For many years since Holy Son Jianjia became a saint, others have always nodded and knelt in front of him. There has never been anyone more arrogant and arrogant than him.

"Even if you have the blood of reincarnation, you are not invincible! I'll give you a chance. As long as you choose to surrender now, I can consider sparing your life."

Holy Son Jianjia continued to taunt. Although he was very confident in his own strength, it would be a tactic if he could disturb Ye Chen's state of mind before the battle.

Ye Chen did not answer his words, but directly waved his hand, and a faint golden light emerged. An extremely concise and exquisite small tower spun out from the sea of ​​​​qi, shaking the entire world.

"Are you forcing me to take action?"

Holy Son Jianjia's tone suddenly turned cold, like the uncertain weather.

His tone was not high, but it had a full sense of oppression.

"Okay, let me see how much your strength has improved compared to last time. In that frozen snowfield, you can't do anything to me, and the same is true today."

Ye Chen said quite casually.

He knows very well that before the two strong men fight, there must be a contest of "power", that is, a competition of courage, courage and determination.

If one falls behind in terms of courage, it may be difficult for a strong person who practices the Soul Dao to reverse the situation.

The more he spoke in this tone, the stronger the murderous intention in Saint Son Jianjia's heart became.

"You are indeed very strong. You have defeated many masters and broken the shackles of fate. But after all, your strength is still inferior and cannot be compared with the cultivation of the soul."

Ye Chen looked up to the sky and laughed: "Today, I just want to break out of here and see who can stop me!"

His voice boomed like thunder, shaking the whole world, making many people feel the barbaric and arrogant momentum. ׺°”˜˜`”°º×

Holy Son Jianjia was not weak at all. A huge coercion descended from the sky, immediately covering all directions and absorbing people's hearts.

The endless void exploded one after another, and the mountains and rivers far away from the void flowed slowly, and were hit by some kind of taboo.

A door of frost condensed and formed in front of it. Silks of pure cold air, like maggots attached to bones, attacked Ye Chen, lingering.

All nihility and falsehood are torn apart, and a war is destined to begin.

At this time, Saint Zi Jianjia calmed down.

"The legendary Ice Void Realm blends with the way of heaven. It seems that my luck is pretty good."

The Holy Son of Jianjia is smiling but not smiling.

The ice storm became more and more violent, shaking violently.

This kind of method is his specialty, which is called "thousands of miles of snow, thousands of miles of ice."

Once this wisp of cold air sweeps out, the entire universe will collapse and shatter like an ice sculpture, completely dissipating into nothingness.

"Ice Law!"

Holy Son Jianjia waved his sleeves and stood up, like a storm of ice and snow, rising from the ground and merging into the torrent of the Milky Way.

Then, the snowy storm suddenly took shape, and the hurricane almost penetrated the entire world, isolating everything outside, creating an independent universe and being extremely domineering.

The ice law he summoned was so powerful that it almost penetrated the ancient road in the starry sky.

Ye Chen, on the other hand, raised his palm and quietly lifted up the tower.

"Eight Steps of Futu Qi!"

Ye Chen used the sacred Buddha's light to deal with the violent ice law.

In an instant, the Buddha's light transpired, and in half the universe, gods and Buddhas appeared. The holy light shone everywhere, and the heaven and earth were vast.

The phantom of the Victorious Buddha stands tall in the sky, exuding overwhelming power. It is like a golden god, majestic, with hands clasped together, brows lowered, and silently reciting scriptures.

But even so, there was still a strong fighting spirit.

Above its head, the pagoda slowly flows, showing a red gold color, simple and solemn, mysterious and extraordinary.

Wisp after wisp of Buddha energy hangs down from the chains of the sacred tower, blending with the fighting and victorious Buddha.

"Prajna Polo, God is both a Buddha and a demon..."

In Ye Chen's eyes, scenes of heaven and earth flashed by, recording what happened in that turbulent era.

The pagoda of the pagoda came from that era. At that time, in the hands of experts, everything was put to good use and suppressed many demons and ghosts.

At this time, the Pagoda of the Pagoda was once again integrated with the Fighting Victory Buddha, and at the junction of the two, a brilliant golden relic condensed.

When the victorious Buddha opened his eyes, the Buddha's light on the pagoda was extremely condensed, turned into a golden beam, and burst out.

The sky shook and the earth shook, big stars cracked, stars fell, and even black holes appeared in the void.

At both ends of the starry sky, there were already two layers of ice and fire.

The Law of Ice spreads all the way to the depths of the starry sky, paving a road filled with ice!

The Victorious Buddha's whole body was filled with golden light, like burning bright flames, extremely dazzling and dazzling.

This fluctuation shocked everyone watching the battle.

"Do you think summoning a bald donkey can stop my Ice Law? Let me show you what it means to be icy."

Holy Son Jianjia laughed loudly. He controlled the snow and ice in the sky and swept it across the sky quickly. In the blink of an eye, there was a constant roar.