"Du"

The rolling sounds, with endless magical powers and the complete power of the sky, echoed in this world.

As soon as this sound came out, the color of heaven and earth changed, and the clouds dissipated thousands of miles away. The clear sky was like a valley, with constant echoes, as if the heaven and earth responded and were happy for it.

On the earth, Zhang Fanzhou walked seven steps, pointing to the sky with one hand and the other with the earth with the other hand;

In the sky, the huge soles of the ancestors of the Northern Xinjiang were condensed at the top of the Eastern Imperial Palace, and remained motionless.

As soon as the two strong men competed, it seemed as if time had been frozen for it. Everything had lost its ability to move at this moment, and even the thinking of millions of immortals was frozen.

I don’t know how long it took, but it was like three lives and seven lives, and in a moment, all things in the world reflected like mirrors and then shattered, and all their ability to move was restored.

Zhang Fan pointed the hands of the sky and the earth and merged them in front of his chest, and they continued to form one up and one, corresponding to the momentum of the sky and the earth, and sat down slowly.

When he sat on the ground and a serene look appeared on his face, a strange sound suddenly came from outside the Eastern Palace:

"Crack...Crack...Crack..."

It seemed as if the porcelain was cracking, and it was like the mountain was collapsed, like cracks appeared in the sky, like the earth tearing open the gullies... It was like a heart-to-heart relationship, millions of immortals all looked up, looking at the huge foot that had fallen with all the powers before.

The huge soles of feet were no longer terrifying as they stepped on the mountains and rivers. Countless fine lines were constantly spreading, eventually becoming a prairie fire. With a "boom", the huge soles of feet were broken into space.

Then, a muffled groan sounded like thunder in the ears of everyone, and then a huge body appeared in the void and staggered backwards.

One step, two steps, three steps... As for seven steps, I stopped it.

The seven steps passed by, like footprints left by stepping on the northern border and crossing Jiuzhou, seven huge footprints were marked on the earth.

On each footprint, you can see either magma bursts or sweet springs gushing... Obviously, its power is not only on the ground, but goes deep into the deep underground, causing various underground forces to surge out.

This terrifying power that breaks the earth's crust is just the consequence of its inability to stop the trend and staggering.

The infinite horror of the ancestors in the northern border is fully revealed.

These seven big footprints are not much different from those left over from the ones that were all over Jiuzhou, but one thing is completely different.

That is, the footprints before appeared out of thin air, as if the earth suddenly sank, forming sinkholes; the seven footprints now are made up of giants who support the sky and step on the earth.

In terms of power, it was because of his down-to-earth and shattering the earth's crust violently. However, millions of immortals and millions of uneasy hearts were actually subsided.

The unknown mystery is the terror.

“Huh?”

Among the millions of immortals, someone suddenly exclaimed: "When..."

When did the Eastern Palace where Zhang Fan preached had expanded to a vast area of ​​tens of millions of miles. Even the giant who supported the sky staggered back seven steps and retreated hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers, but failed to leave the scope of the Eastern Palace.

Everything happened unknowingly, either when Zhang Fan exhaled and opened his voice, or when he clashed with magical powers torn apart the international level, or when Zhang Fan sat down peacefully, closed his eyes and pointed to the world...

"Huh~"

A strong wind suddenly fell, hovering in the Eastern Palace, like a dragon of the wind, roaring and windingly stretching its body.

Looking up at the sky, you can see the ancestor of the northern border, holding the sky, slowly breathing out.

With a breath, the sand and stones were flying, turning into strong wind.

"Donghua Daojun"

The muffled sound was as sharp as gold and iron, and the thick as earth and stone, and the terrifying sound rang again.

"Old Ancestor of Northern Xinjiang"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly and answered.

During the whole process, his eyes were closed and his expression was peaceful, as if he was not against his lifelong enemy, but just preaching and spreading the Dharma and saving all living beings.

Millions of immortals and top masters in the field, also held their breath and watched these two terrifying beings talk hundreds of miles apart.

"What kind of magical power is that?"

After a pause, the voice of the ancestor of the Northern Xinjiang sounded again, and at the same time, there were sounds of sounds like rocks rolling down a cliff, accompanied by his movements that came step by step.

"What supernatural powers?"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, his eyes still closed, but he looked in one direction.

There, a pile of tiny powder was dissipating in the strong wind, gradually becoming without a trace. The powder that dissipated with the wind was accompanied by Zhang Fan for hundreds of years, and was loved by him for hundreds of years, and never left his body.

——Hunyuan Ball

This little person who was once a person who had even lost his name in Zhang Fan's memory was undoubtedly a great help from his current cultivation strength.

Hunyuan Ball, Zhang Fan once identified it as an accessory for the Dharma Achievement, as an auxiliary to the Dao in the dream, and as the treasure of Western Buddhism in his previous life...

Now, it's just a pile of powder, without a trace for a moment.

Zhang Fan never felt any distress at the destruction of the Hunyuan Ball. Once the mind is removed, the obstacles will disappear. Many things that were previously unsolved will not be difficult.

What can a mere dead thing be considered?

"Maybe called..."

Zhang Fan's voice rang slowly: "Submit the world, the only one, the great one, the wishes, the skill~"

As soon as these words were spoken, his eyes opened at the same time, and the peaceful aura was gone, with only one word and one word, following the words:

"I am the only one in heaven and earth"

"Boom~"

The wind suddenly rose, and the sound of the Buddhist sings, Zhang Fan slowly stood up, and his body was surrounded by halos, like the protection of all Buddhas, and was inviolable, just:

One Buddha is born, and all Buddhas are protected

There was a Buddha Shakyamuni. When he was born, he walked seven steps in all directions, pointing to the sky and the ground with one finger, singing verses:

"I am the only one in heaven and in the world; now I am here to go, and my life has been gone."

The first sentence of the Buddha who arrived in the human world in his previous life was the source of this magical power.

If this great magical power appears on the bronze tripod or has other names, it is just a name that Zhang Fan gave casually at this time.

——The Great Vow Art of Respecting the World

During the Q&A, the entire Lianyun Mountains and the Eastern Palace were trembling violently, with countless strong winds roaring. It was clear that the stars fell from the sky, and the clear sky was falling like rain...

The contest between Zhang Fan and the ancestors of the Northern Xinjiang has never stopped.

As Zhang Fan's last word fell, especially the eight characters "In the sky, I am the only one" resounded throughout the sky, the footsteps of the ancestors in the northern border suddenly paused, and his whole body leaned back. Although he did not stagger back as before, he could not go further.

The strong wind stopped, and all the huge rocks penetrated through the sky were shattered into powder, scattering the stone rain, and returning to the earth.

Zhang Fan undoubtedly took the lead in this contest.

The power level of both sides was far above the millions of immortals present. All the mystery could not be understood even when they saw it. However, all this did not prevent the millions of immortals from being immersed in a mysterious artistic conception.

In my ears, the eight words "I am the only one in the world" echo constantly, and the sound of the Sang of Sanskrit is like guiding and guiding the way.

At this time, all those who hear these eight words have a sense of enlightenment in their hearts.

The four words "I am the only one" are infinitely arrogant and domineering, and not only with "the world" they are even more terrifying.

But in the mystery of truly immersed in the magical powers, there is almost no difference. Millions of immortals have understood the true meaning and the true great wish.

The only "I" here does not refer to Zhang Fan himself, but to everyone; it is a creature, any creature in the world.

"I" is born in heaven and earth, and all achievements are achieved and all gains, all good and bad luck, success or failure, honor and disgrace are determined by talents, wisdom and perseverance.

No one can send me to the nine heavens and achieve immortality; no one can push me to hell and suffer endless suffering. Praise the heavens and cannot gain luck, curse the earth and will not lose their favor. All of this will not make people free from misery and gain Pure happiness.

Everyone is the most noble person, and there is no need to kneel down or pray, no one can give you more

This is a great wish, wishing that people in the world will respect me alone, practice me, sublimate me, and train me, and eventually gain great freedom and great fortune.

This is the origin of the word "great vow" in the art of supreme great vow.'

"Is it the technique of supreme great vows that comes to the world?" The voice of the ancestor of the northern border sounded again, "What a technique of supreme great vows that comes to the world."

"Maybe, I really don't come."

"What?"

All the millions of immortals were stunned and could hardly believe their ears.

This powerful ancestor of the Northern Frontier could say such weak words.

What's even more strange is that it was clearly a word of weakness, but when he said it, people couldn't feel the slightest. Instead, they could clearly feel the momentum on his body, constantly rising, almost endless.

"oh?"

Zhang Fan shook his head and laughed, and did not say anything like "Since you are here, don't leave", but said calmly: "No matter why you come, who has forced you to come? What are the difficulties that force you to do?"

"I only know that you disturb my preaching and destroy my water and soil in the Jiuzhou. God will do so. You should be the one who tests the Dharma."

How is this possible if the ancestor of the Northern Xinjiang is such a strong man who is forced to come?

If it weren't for the words from Zhang Fan, no one would have believed it at all. Such a strong person would still be involuntarily. The vastness of the world and the numerous strong people can be imagined.

“Hahahaha~~~”

The sound of laughter from the sky brought countless huge rocks to the sky, as if the sky collapsed and the earth was cracked, terrifying and incomparable.

The ancestor of the Northern Frontier did not deny Zhang Fan's words, as if he had agreed that he was forced to come. Then he laughed out loud, implicitly grief and anger, shouted:

"Then I will try your Donghua Daojun**"

Before he finished speaking, the huge body that covered the sky and the sun made millions of immortals never see the complete true appearance from the beginning. Suddenly, there were holes and countless lights shone out from it.

It seemed like behind a dark cloud, the sun was hanging high, and billions of golden lights penetrated and shone the world.

It was just like this. No one had ever thought that under Zhang Fan's style of coming to the world, the other party was so seriously injured.

“Ahhhhhh~~”

The ancestors of the northern border roared constantly, as if they were half of endless pain.
Chapter completed!