Tian Yuan

Seeing this, Chen Qingyuan frowned, his eyes locked on the fat monk. His aura gradually increased, causing the void to become more and more distorted, as if it could crush the entire world.

The fat monk still had a smiling face, with his hands gently clasped in front of him. When ordinary people saw him, they would think he was a kind and benevolent monk and would definitely bow down to him and worship him.

"So fast."

Chen Qingyuan thought to himself.

The steps performed by this monk don't seem to be simple!

"Donor, please don't be so murderous, otherwise you will fall into the Avici Hell after death, suffer all kinds of torture, and never be able to be reborn."

The fat monk dared to come and fight Chen Qingyuan, so he must have a certain degree of confidence. At worst, he could retreat unscathed.

How could the fat monk not know Chen Qingyuan's identity?

"You are obviously practicing Buddhism, but you have some evil nature." Chen Qingyuan said coldly: "The reputation of Buddhism has been ruined by people like you."

Knowing that ordinary means would not work, the fat monk had to take it seriously. Today's move was not to completely seduce Chen Qingyuan, but to confuse his mind, which would be a good result.

"Entering my Buddhist sect can relieve all troubles."

This time, the fat monk's voice became very hollow, as if it came from all directions, and countless golden Sanskrit characters were engraved everywhere in the starry sea.

Then, the fat monk slowly walked towards Chen Qingyuan, with Buddha's light shining on him and golden lotuses everywhere.

"I want to see your true face."

Chen Qingyuan was not afraid at all. He rushed forward with a Seven-Star White Jade Sword in his hand.

The Zijun Sword is an ancient imperial weapon, and it should not be used lightly unless it is absolutely necessary. Once the imperial pattern fluctuations are set off, it will definitely be discovered by the Shangqi Imperial Clan, and there will be a lot of trouble afterwards.

It is difficult to infer the fat monk's true origin based solely on his Buddhist name "Jingyuan".

Therefore, Chen Qingyuan planned to have a good fight with the fat monk and capture useful clues from the Taoist magic powers he used.

"Shh-"

The two rushed towards each other almost at the same time, with a speed as fast as a meteor across the sky. The might was so strong that it shattered the starry sky within a radius of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of miles, collapsing into pieces and causing chaos to the extreme.

The sword flashed and the galaxy parted.

The sword swung by Chen Qingyuan contained infinite murderous intent, and was decisive, ruthless and merciless.

It is no exaggeration to say that this sword is enough to suppress a top-level powerful person at the eighth step of the Divine Bridge, and even a quasi-emperor would find it difficult to face it.

"boom"

However, the fat monk used a Buddha's palm, and a vast Buddha's light surged out, instantly engulfing the battlefield and blocking the sword power that suppressed the mountains and rivers.

At the place where the two sides fought, the laws exploded, and there were continuous "boom" sounds. Dozens of stars around them, unable to withstand such a terrifying aftermath, shook for a while, and then shattered, like fireworks, colorful and brilliant.

"boom"

After one move, it was the fat monk's turn to use his killing move. He lowered his eyebrows and recited a special secret mantra, and a golden Buddha 100,000 feet tall condensed behind him, as majestic as a star, emitting an incomparably terrifying Buddha power.

The golden Buddha opened his eyes and blocked the space where Chen Qingyuan was.

When the fat monk raised his hand, the golden Buddha made the same move at the same time, as if the two were one.

"Falun Zen Heart Palm."

With one palm, he seemed to be able to hold the entire universe in his hand. With just one thought, he could destroy everything and suppress the "evil spirits" that were not in line with his will.

The fat monk knew very well that Chen Qingyuan was not an ordinary person. If he did not use his trump card directly, he would easily fall.

"tear--"

Chen Qingyuan raised his eyes and gazed at the huge golden Buddha vision, then he gripped his sword tightly and slashed with all his strength.

The sea of ​​swords surged, tearing a hole in the falling giant palm of Buddha's light.

"whoosh"

Chen Qingyuan took advantage of the situation to drill out from the crack, turned into a stream of light, and rushed towards the fat monk at a rapid speed.

The fat monk continued to display the unpredictable power of the Buddha's Palm. As soon as he finished thinking, thousands of invisible palm prints pressed on Chen Qingyuan's face, forcing Chen Qingyuan to slow down, swing his sword and break through the thorns in the way ahead.

The fat monk who calls himself "Jingyuan" definitely has actual combat power beyond the limit of the eighth step of the Divine Bridge, otherwise he would not be able to withstand Chen Qingyuan's supreme sword power.

"Boom..."

After a few breaths, Chen Qingyuan slashed out with his sword again, blasting all the obstacles in front of him into nothingness. Without any hesitation, he rushed to the front of the fat monk and stabbed him fiercely with his sword.

"Pfft!"

It stabbed successfully, but did not penetrate the fat monk's body. Instead, it pierced a huge horizontal abyss in the starry sky with no end in sight.

The fat monk had already anticipated Chen Qingyuan's attack. He moved to the void of more than 100,000 miles on the left. He had a smile on his face, which was sinister and made people feel bone-chilled.

"interesting."

This strange and unpredictable step aroused Chen Qingyuan's great interest.

"Take refuge in my Buddha and I will forgive you your sins."

The fat monk opened his mouth and spoke, his voice was majestic and full of Buddhist power.

The strange golden Buddha slowly leaned over and pressed forward with a finger.

Although the body of the Golden Buddha is extremely large, it is not bulky and is very agile.

"boom!"

Chen Qingyuan wanted to dodge sideways, but unexpectedly, tremendous palm power came from all directions. He was unable to move for a moment and was forced to confront it head-on.

"Qiang!"

My first reaction was to avoid him, not out of fear, but out of caution. Since I couldn't avoid him, why not confront him face to face?

Chen Qingyuan didn't expect the fat monk to be so strong, so he didn't use his full strength.

Now it seems that we need to deal with this matter seriously.

"Boom"

Chen Qingyuan's eyes became extremely sharp, and he exerted all his strength, and the starry sky within a radius of ten thousand miles exploded into pieces. In an instant, he held the sword in his hand, harnessed the power of the reincarnation body, and moved from bottom to top with a majestic sword force.

"boom"

The Seven-Star White Jade Sword pierced the giant finger of the Golden Buddha firmly, and countless rays of light from the laws burst out, and the space turned into millions of pieces, as if chaos had just begun, order was in turmoil, and rules were destroyed.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Qingyuan swung the entire giant finger into pieces and rushed straight towards the golden Buddha's head.

"Shh-"

With a sweep of the sword, the sea of ​​stars was split into two.

He untied his own shackles and released the terrifying power of the Samsara body. His fighting power was far greater than before, and he chopped off the golden Buddha's head in an instant.

"Wow!"

When the head fell, the laws of the Golden Buddha vision were greatly affected and shattered.

The smile on the fat monk's face froze immediately. He lost his composure and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

The combat power displayed by Chen Qingyuan exceeded initial expectations.

The degree of danger suddenly skyrocketed.

The fat monk looked solemn, his smile disappeared, and he felt a little uneasy, his whole body tensed.

"You dare to provoke me, you must have more than just this much strength!"

Suddenly, Chen Qingyuan flashed to the fat monk's face. They were very close, and his figure was like a ghost, erratic.