Tian Yuan

As soon as the thought fell, a string of beads symbolizing hope and kindness, carrying the old monk's murderous intention, entangled with the ancestor of the Linqian Imperial Clan, making the black halberd in his hand unable to exert its advantage, and fell into a passive defense situation. .

As for the ancestor of the Yuqing Ancient Clan, he was slapped by the old monk. Not only was the stone treasure knocked away, but a slap mark was left on his own face, and his head was dizzy.

"This monk is so ferocious!"

The most powerful person in the world was stunned and his expression was so rich that it is difficult to describe.

"No way!"

Everyone in the ancient tribe was dumbfounded and couldn't accept it.

"The three ancestors worked together, but the old monk actually had the upper hand."

The young geniuses of various ancient tribes cannot understand the depth and mystery of Shenqiao's laws. They only know that the old monk's fists are terrifying, just like the god of war in this world, unstoppable.

"Fortunately, I gave up early, otherwise..." In the distance, the ancestor of the Langyue Ancient Clan muttered to himself with a look of fear on his face.

The three of them couldn't suppress the old monk together. If they fought alone, just think about it and you'd know what the result would be.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The collision between Tao soldiers and laws, the sound of bombing shook the sea of ​​​​stars, startled thousands of space storms, and left waves like waves of waves.

The old monk glared angrily, seized the opportunity, and punched Patriarch Kunpeng in the chest.

With a "bang", Ancestor Kunpeng's body flew upside down, and a blood hole suddenly penetrated his huge body. Blood splattered to the west, looking miserable, accompanied by a few screams.

"Swish"

The ancestor of the Linqian Imperial Clan finally suppressed the Buddhist bead, ducked to the top, and smashed it with a menacing halberd, aiming at the old monk's Tianling Cap.

"Donor, do you want to see the Buddha?"

The old monk was very keen and noticed it as soon as Patriarch Linqian took action. Suddenly he raised his head and looked with bloody eyes. The sound was like a demonic sound, striking the soul for the first time.

"Zheng-"

Ancestor Linqian, who was attacking, was suddenly stared at by the old monk. With these words that seemed to be able to enchant the soul, echoing in his ears, he couldn't help but tremble, an invisible force of fear spread all over his body, and the black halberd in his hand clanged. Trembling.

Therefore, Ancestor Linqian's movements were a little slow.

Just like this moment of soul restlessness, the old monk freed his hand and stretched out a palm from the air.

"Snapped"

With one palm shot, Lin Qian's ancestor was knocked back, causing his offensive to collapse and destroy everything.

Then, the old monk attacked the other two people.

Hundreds of rounds passed, and the old monk firmly gained the upper hand, and all three ancestors were suppressed.

If this continues, the outcome will be obvious.

"If our combined forces are defeated, it will be a huge blow to the dignity of the ancient clan."

The three ancestors thought that if they joined forces, they would definitely be invincible, not to mention easily defeating the old monk.

Unexpectedly, the truth was so dramatic. The three of them had no advantage from the beginning and were limited in every aspect.

"Do you want to..."

Patriarch Yuqing clenched his teeth and stopped talking, hesitating.

"Although this move is in vain, it is better than losing face!"

The ancestor of the Linqian Imperial Clan marveled at the old monk's terrifying combat prowess, while encouraging the other two people to use the ancestral divine weapons they brought.

"Who is willing to sacrifice the ancestral soldiers?"

Ancestor Kunpeng faced off against the old monk. He was scarred and suffered from severe pain. If it drags on any longer, it will definitely not be able to support it.

"I am willing to step forward, but the resources consumed require some support from my two fellow Taoists."

Ancestor Linqian felt resentful in his heart. He didn't want to be beaten and suppressed like this. It was too frustrating.

Even if the use of imperial troops will cause criticism from the world, it doesn't matter, as long as we can win.

"can."

The two ancestors had no objections and were willing to share the resources to mobilize the imperial troops.

"it is good."

Now that the decision had been made, Linqian Ancestor immediately retreated to a safer corner, put away the black halberd in his hand, and planned to awaken the ancestral weapon Emperor Armament brought with him.

The emperor's soldiers were originally invited to break through the barrier of the emperor's star and compete for the supreme creation, which could be used to check and balance the other powerful men of the ancient clan.

At this moment, Ancestor Lin Qian had only one idea, to use his clan's wealth to defeat the old monk.

"Boom--"

A void collapsed at the edge of the battlefield, and a purple vortex rotating counterclockwise appeared.

Following Linqian's ancestor's spell casting, a supreme weapon from the ancient times emerged from the purple vortex, blooming with dazzling brilliance, attracting the attention of countless people.

"How shameless!"

The Guiyan Emperor Clan, Dragon Clan and others frowned slightly, looking down on this behavior.

Forget about three against one, it is really shameless to activate the ancestral weapon Emperor Armament.

"This is the imperial weapon of the Linqian Imperial Clan, the Nine-Rank Lotus Platform."

A certain powerful man recognized this object at a glance and showed great respect.

"Although the Buddhist abbot has amazing abilities, he may not be able to resist when faced with the supreme weapon."

The strong men in the world admired the old monk's ability, but they didn't think that the old monk could withstand the power of the imperial army, so they sighed.

"The ancient clan is just a joke. Without the heritage accumulated by their ancestors, it is not worth mentioning."

King Tianyong made a comment, saying it loudly without fear of being heard.

The ninth-grade lotus platform, with its dark black light of law and numerous godless patterns carved on it, is relatively well preserved and is a treasure of the clan.

Faced with this dilemma, the old monk still looked indifferent.

"Fellow Daoist, you are indeed ridiculously strong, but you still lack some foundation, so you'd better retreat!"

Patriarch Yuqing hoped that the old monk could retreat despite the difficulties.

As if he didn't hear it, he lowered his eyebrows and chanted sutras.

The old monk put away his glaring magic power, and his eyes gradually became clear.

"The poor monk Xuan Kong respectfully asks for the gift from the World Honored One to suppress evil spirits and purify the world."

Wisps of supreme Buddha patterns floated out from his arms and spread towards the Buddha star in the distance. The voice was not loud, but it resounded strangely throughout the starry sky, causing a commotion.

If you want to use the ancestral weapon, then this poor monk will accompany you to the end.

Buddhism also has a foundation!

The Buddha's Hand Emperor Soldier, who was located in the Buddha Star and absorbed the power of the Dao Mark, heard the old monk's sincere call. He shook slightly, tore the void, and appeared in the void somewhere outside the Buddha Star.

The golden Buddha's hand points to the battlefield from a distance.

In just a few breaths, the strong man present discovered the Buddha's hand, turned pale with fright, and shouted in horror.

Ancestor Linqian, who was about to activate the Nine-Rank Lotus Platform, was instantly locked by a terrifying force. The smell of death enveloped his whole body, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

Looking back, Ancestor Linqian saw the Buddha's hand in the distance in the void. His pupils shrank to a point, his face was extremely frightened, and his lips were chapped and trembling.

Ancestor Linqian had no doubt that if he dared to activate the ancestral weapon, the Buddha's Hand would attack and kill him in an instant. I probably won't be able to save my life.

The ancient clan's imperial soldiers need to be awakened, which consumes a lot of resources. The spiritual wisdom of the Buddha's Hand Emperor Soldier is nourished by the Buddha Star, and its Taoist charm is sufficient. Once it takes action, it can definitely stabilize the situation in an instant.

"Amitabha."

The old monk bowed in the direction of the Buddha's hand with pious eyes.

Within the Jidao Dharma, it is natural to record how to contact the Buddha's Hand Emperor Soldier. However, the old monk has limited qualifications and has not yet reached that stage of enlightenment. He can only use requests instead of control.

The battlefield was silent.

The atmosphere in this starry sky is particularly depressing.

Perhaps, an extremely terrifying killing battle will occur.

The outcome depends on the choices of these ancient ancestors. Either he couldn't wait to see the Buddha, or he bowed his head and apologized honestly.