"Ever-changing!"

Rumble!

The indescribable loud noise resounded only in Yang Yu's heart.

At the same time as Zhang Xiao was confiding, Yang Yu felt his body being reshaped and felt his own strong shock.

His limbs and bones, various acupuncture points, tiny particles invisible to the naked eye, and even every thought originating from his own aura are expanding violently, as if they are about to burst!

Qi and blood, incense, spiritual energy, mana...

Thousands of magical powers that have the same origin but are not the same, Qi and blood merge and unite at this moment.

For more than a thousand years, Yang Yu's exploration and attempt at the fourth step of human immortality based on the Illustrated Book of Ten Thousand Immortals burst out at this moment.

The various incarnations he differentiated not only copied his form, but also imitated his spirit, followed his heart, and understood his meaning.

With thousands of incarnations, you can practice thousands of exercises, cultivate thousands of magic powers, and create thousands of qi and blood.

There are thousands of different incarnations, and there are thousands of different symbols!

In this way, only by gathering all the various abilities and unifying them again can you forge your own divine body!

Only in this way,

'Only then can we truly compete with the gods of the Nine Tribulations!'

boom!

At the same time that this thought flashed through Yang Yu's mind, thousands of incarnations disappeared in the sky.

Instead, there was a hand as white as jade.

That palm is only the size of an ordinary person, and is simply too small to be mentioned compared to the Buddha's palm that covers the sky.

But the moment he caught a glimpse of this palm, Old Buddha Dingguang couldn't help but twitch his eyelids.

Perhaps apart from him, not even Zhao Caishen, Ying Xuanlong and others could see that the fist seal encompassed everything.

It looks like a punch, but it seems like there are thousands of different qi forces intertwining underneath it, pushing them together!

Zhiyang Zhigang!

This thought could not help but flash through Dingguang Laofu's mind, and for a moment, he even wanted to keep his hand.

But when he sensed the extremely strong killing intent, he turned into a cold cry:

"sucker Punch!"

call!

Before the sound wave fell, the Buddha's palm, which had been stagnant for a moment, was suddenly pressed down. Under the gaze of countless people, the palm from bottom to top met in the sky.

Buzz~

With great sound and sound, all phenomena are destroyed!

At this moment, even those who were as powerful as Zhao Caishen and Ying Xuanlong lost their perception of the two people who collided.

For example, in the eyes of Cui Yu, Tianli Taoist and other Longquan Baji masters, there is only a pure white flicker.

All lights and colors disappeared between heaven and earth in an instant.

In the eyes of only a few people, there is only darkness left in the Longquan world at this moment!

Everyone who looks here sees darkness covering everything.

fear!

Great horror!

Under this collision that exceeded the limits of heaven and earth, even a determined person like Zhong Lilie felt his heart tremble and arouse great fear.

I just feel that the road ahead is endlessly dark, without any light.

This feeling was so strong and painful that they couldn't help but retreat in horror.

boom!

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long time later, the endless darkness faded from the eyes of countless spectators.

Rumble!

At this moment, thousands of miles of spiritual intelligence were completely disrupted, the sea of ​​clouds was churning, the void was shaking, the terrifying hurricane was like a dragon rising into the sky, trying to overturn the dome, and the nine layers of Gangfeng Tian covering the Longquan world were completely torn apart.

Along with this shocking roar, a red-gold stream of light cut through the darkness. In the awed and complicated eyes of many people,

Falling suddenly!

Katcha!

Thousand-foot-high mountains collapsed and shattered under the terrifying air pressure, and Yang Yu fell into the endless mountains as if he could no longer resist.

The next moment, the terrifying ripples spread.

Visible to the naked eye, large areas of mountains, rivers and vegetation were shattered into powder. The giant demons and old demons hiding in the mountains were all horrified and unable to escape in panic, and were shattered by the aftermath.

When the billowing smoke of gunpowder rose into the sky, the eight pole masters even heard the unbearable moans coming from the continental shelf carrying billions of miles of mountains and rivers under the endless mountains.

Lost...

Looking at this scene, not to mention the many cities on Wudou Mountain, even Zhao Caishen, Ying Xuanlong and others, who had already expected it, felt short of breath for a moment.

For these Taoist ghosts who have returned from catastrophes and witnessed the collapse of heaven and the death of great supernatural beings like rain, the collision at this moment is not so terrible.

However, they saw further and more than the powerful men of later generations.

They could feel the strong will contained in that fist, the unwillingness to fight, and the all-out fighting spirit.

It was a figure from later generations who broke into the net of heaven and earth, fighting unwillingly against his fate...

He exhausted everything, but...

"Meaningless."

Looking at the smoke and dust rising into the sky, Zhao Caishen's eyes flashed with a hint of sadness. He squeezed Ding Haizhu tightly and his eyes fell on the sky.

Huhuhu~

Under the ancient Bodhi tree, the old Buddha Dingguang looked subtle. He stood high in the sky, but his eyes fell on the palm of his hand.

A little bit of golden blood seeped out from the knuckle of his little finger.

The six-foot-long golden body was almost broken!

"Only a thin line..."

There was an unspeakable light in the eyes of Dingguang Old Buddha. Pain or some kind of resentment or unwillingness were like floating clouds to him, and he never had the slightest concern.

What shocked him was that this junior, who had not yet reached the eighth level, almost broke his six-foot-long golden body!

At that moment, he almost thought that this world was crashing into him. If it were not for the blessing of 70,000 years of pure Buddhist incense, he would most likely be broken!

Even if the latter has the blessing of a spiritual treasure, even if he is still a little short of perfection, there is still a lingering soul in his little finger.

But who is he?!

The enlightened being was born from the ashes of King Nagarjuna's burning body after the aura of his own self was differentiated by the demon king of freedom!

It is the Ten-Calamity Buddha predicted by Buddhism!

At this moment, the sky and the earth were silent, and the Buddha's light was like a tide. Only a few people could detect the waves in the heart of this old Buddha who had returned from a calamity.

"A mere Jiu Yao can hurt this Buddha with just one finger..."

The old Buddha Dingguang seemed to be talking to himself or sighing, but when his eyes dropped down, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly:

"Still struggling?"

Huhu~

The wind blew away the ashes.

In the corner of the endless mountain that looked like ruins, Yang Yu patted his ragged clothes and walked out of the dust.

At this moment, his breath hit the bottom uncontrollably, and every part of his body, including his soul, felt pain.

The weight of the old Buddha's "Buddha Kingdom in the palm of his hand" is incomparable to that of the stars and rivers. At the moment of collision, sixty-seven out of ten of his incarnations collapsed.

In other words, he died thousands of times in a split second of fighting!

"Is this the power of a great supernatural being?!"

Breathing out the turbid air gently, blowing away the smoke and dust in the sky, Yang Yu looked up at the sky, as if there were fierce burning flames pouring into his eyes from his heart:

"Come again!"

boom!

Before he could say a word, he had already risen into the sky again, his energy and blood swirling like a rainbow piercing the sun.

Its momentum is still strong, and when it moves, it strikes with all its strength. Its body is nine-bright, and its fist light is enough to make all the eight masters in the world change their expressions.

Dingguang Lao Buddha felt more and more regretful, but he picked up his right hand, met the attack with his left palm, and pressed:
To be continued...