Rural Shennong

Several piercing sword lights streaked across Bao Zhixi's head, piercing Minglan and Mao Kunming on the back of the colorful phoenix.

In a hurry, Minglan only had time to release a piece of the Buddha's light wheel before she was hit by the dense sword light.

Although Minglan, Mao Kunming and Luanfeng under them were not harmed, they were hit by the sword light and retreated hundreds of feet away.

Chen Ping landed next to Bao Zhixi, and threw her a bottle of elixir: "You and Xiaocai heal."

"Da Ben, you guard them, I'll go and clean up these two bastards first."

Bao Zhixi said anxiously: "Brother Chen, be careful, Ming Lan..."

Before he could finish speaking, he had turned into a lightning-like phantom and rushed towards Ming Lan.

Ming Lan saw that the person who came was Chen Ping, she was not surprised but delighted: "Hahaha, there is really nowhere to look for, and it doesn't take much effort to get here."

"Dong Qing, you still dare to be rampant in front of this old monk, do you think I'm still the old me?"

He jumped down from Luanfeng's back, clasped his hands together and stood in front of his chest, his precious face was solemn, the natural Buddha eye in the middle of his forehead opened a gap, and suddenly shouted: "Dharma face, get up!"

"Huh!" Following Ming Lan's loud shout, behind him suddenly appeared a nearly hundred feet tall Dharma image of King Ming of the third generation.

Different from the Dharma statue that Chen Ping saw before, except that there was no Buddhist bell and vajra in his hand, there was a witch prostrate on the ground under its right foot, with long hair covering her face.

Minglan only summoned the dharma form, but before making a move, Chen Ping felt the powerful coercion released from that dharma form, which was at least [-]% stronger than when he confronted Minglan on Moonlight Island before.

If Minglan had perfected the dharma to this level long ago, even if he didn't use the Buddha bell and subduing magic pestle that day on Moonlight Island, Chen Ping would have to escape in the end.

That's why Minglan is so confident.

He sat cross-legged at the feet of Faxiang, pinched the Buddhist mudra in his hands, interlocked his index fingers and pointed at Chen Ping: "Forgiveness!"

Following his movement, the two palms of Fa Xiang, the Third King of Ming Dynasty, descended from the sky. Before the two giant palms that held up to the sky fell completely, the wind of hunting palms enveloped an area as large as half a football field.

All the snow in this area collapsed and was crushed into thick ice, leaving only Chen Ping in the middle, as if standing on a snow pillar.

"Sword array, rotation!"

Chen Ping did not retreat but advanced, stepping on the Life Bone Sword and leaping high, the other eight Sky Splitting Swords pointed outwards, forming a colorful halo of light, and bumped into the giant palm.

"Oh!"

The light wheel and sword light touched the giant palm, unable to move forward, even Chen Ping was suppressed.

"Boom!"

Chen Ping was crushed on the snow column, the snow column collapsed, and the sky was filled with snow and fog, Chen Ping's figure was no longer visible.

Bao Zhixi and Mao Kunming on the side were both shocked by Minglan's powerful move.

Mao Kunming glanced at the colorful Luanfeng whose body was still trembling violently, and said with a chuckle, "Bao Zhixi, how is your old friend! You can't even bear a slap from Zen Master Minglan."

"Oh, I almost forgot, he probably doesn't know that Zen Master Minglan has become a holy monk."

"Zen master slapped him to death like slapping an ant to death, and he still has the energy to continue to help me control the phoenix."

"Dongqing still wants to save you? He deserves to die!"

Even if Bao Zhixi had witnessed too many miracles of Chen Ping turning defeat into victory, it was inevitable that she would feel panic at this moment.

This is a strong person in the holy realm. In the Meteor Immortal Sea, which is always inferior to a dog and walks everywhere, it belongs to the topmost existence of the pyramid.

The use of the laws and the aura of heaven and earth by the strong in the holy realm has crossed to another higher level, and it can crush anyone under the holy realm without exception.

Can Chen Ping still create miracles?

At this moment, Chen Ping's suppressed roar suddenly came from the snowflakes dancing all over the sky: "Crazy!"

The snow mist was shaken away, and hundreds of thick sword glows shot up into the sky, like meteors pulling their tails one after another, piercing Minglan one after another.

Ming Lan said indifferently: "I still want to use this trick to deal with the old man, do you think the old man will fall twice in the same place?"

He danced his hands into a phantom, and the three heads of Faxiang, the third King Ming behind him, turned their heads, two of the eight arms raised up, and blasted a pair of fist shadows at those sword lights: "Ming Wang, break the evil! "

"Boom boom boom!"

Fist Shadow moved forward without hesitation, those thick sword glows just pierced some holes in the Fist Shadow, which could not stop the speed of Fist Shadow's advancement at all.

When the shadow of the fist hit the snow mist, a deafening explosion suddenly exploded.

"when!"

The light snow mist was completely blown away, only then did Ming Lan, Mao Kunming, and Bao Zhixi realize that Chen Ping was standing in the phantom of a giant clock.

Although the phantom of the giant clock that Fist Shadow hit was shaking wildly, he didn't break it up.

Ming Lan saw that her original treasure was actually used by Chen Ping to defend against his attack. Although it did not hurt him, it was extremely insulting: "Presumptuous!"

"Ming Wang, capture the devil!"

Behind him, the other six big hands of Faxiang III Ming Wang grabbed the phantom of the giant clock at the same time, and were about to capture the phantom of the giant bell and Chen Ping inside it in one fell swoop.

Where the six giant palms passed, the surrounding pines and cypresses that had stood in the snow for an unknown number of years and were as thick as a dozen people hugging them were all uprooted, and it was unstoppable.

Mao Kunming clenched his fists excitedly: "Squeeze him to death, crush him to death!"

In his eyes, Chen Ping has become a little grasshopper trapped in a teacup. Only those giant palms can catch Chen Ping and squeeze Chen Ping into a lump. Meat puree.

"Dangdang!"

The six palms finally grasped the giant clock.

But Mao Kunming's excited expression froze on his face: "What...what's the situation?"

The palm of the hand was held, but it was deadlocked with the giant clock ghost.

He could see Minglan's handprint turned into a phantom, and the six arms of Ming Wang Faxiang had veins collapsed, but he still couldn't do anything with the giant clock.

Ming Lan was even more shocked than Mao Kunming: "Impossible, what did you do to the Baoguang Buddha Clock!"

He, the king of Ming, possesses tremendous strength in catching demons, not to mention a giant bell shadow, even a hill can be pulled up by him, but now the giant clock ghost has not moved at all.

After Chen Ping snatched the Baoguang Buddha Bell from Ming Lan on Moonlight Island, he discovered that the material of the Buddha Bell was actually from the same source as Yao Shuyu's Sighing Ball.

Although he didn't know what the material was, he knew that the material was hard enough but lacked weight.

For example, Yao Shuyu's Sighing Ball is often knocked into the air.

As a defensive magic weapon, without the flexibility of the Sighing Ball, Chen Ping could only work on weight.

He used a little innate breath soil to add a gravity formation inside the giant clock.

As long as it is connected to the earth, with the gravity array blessed by the innate breath soil, the Buddha bell and the earth can be integrated into one.

Unless Ming Lan can overturn the ground that is five miles around and hundreds of feet thick, there is nothing he can do about it.

Chen Ping sneered and said, "Ming Lan, I thought you were so good at perfecting King Ming's Dharma, but it seems like that's all there is to it!"

"You smashed and smashed, scratched, now it's my turn?"