Myths and Dharma, starting from Erlang Shen

They looked at each other, and there was no further conversation.

Sun Wukong swung his Ruyi Jingu Bang fiercely. The long stick was like a dragon. With one strike of the stick, thousands of golden lights emerged, terrifying pressure flowed, and the world turned upside down.

A sharp gleam flashed in Ji Ren's eyes, and he strode forward. The three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out, and the sharp and sharp aura of chaos surged. Faintly, it seemed as if there was a ferocious roar of a chaotic divine dragon.

The sword and the stick collided, and the terrifying force surged, turning into an arc and raging towards the outside world, creating ripples in the void.

The overwhelming pressure was so great that the gods were horrified and did not dare to approach, so they quickly fled to the outside world.

Ji Ren and Sun Wukong looked at each other and saw a strong desire to fight in each other's eyes.

"You are really strong. You are the strongest opponent I have ever encountered since my debut. If I defeat you today, I will not kill you, but I want to touch your head!" Sun Wukong looked at Ji Ren and said word by word.

"You never had the chance to kill me." Ji Ren chuckled, and at the same time as Sun Wukong's magic power was stimulated, he suddenly used the three-headed and six-armed technique and quickly touched the top of Sun Wukong's head.

"asshole!"

Sun Wukong had never expected that Ji Ren's speed would be so fast. Although this touch on the head could not hurt him at all, he had an indestructible body and a head of bronze and arms of iron. Moreover, Ji Ren did not have time to use any powerful magical powers. It was just a touch. Although the damage was zero, it did not prevent him from being very insulting!

This bastard is still touching his head.

Sun Wukong roared angrily, veins bulged on his arms, his strength increased even more, and he struck out with a stick, thousands of stick shadows surged, covering the sky and tearing the void.

"Too much is useless, all things return to their roots, simplifying is the right way."

Ji Ren chuckled, and slashed out with the three-pointed, two-edged sword in his hand. It was only one slash, but it was like a sword from the sky, moving forward unstoppably and cutting through everything.

No matter how many sticks Sun Wukong wielded, they would all shatter like bubbles at the touch of this knife.

The sharp blade slashed down, and the bone-piercing coldness struck. Sun Wukong's hair stood on end, and his fighting spirit soared. He raised the Ruyi Jingu Bang to block Ji Ren's long sword. With a low roar, he swung the stick again, and the golden light surged. He said angrily: "The sea accommodates all rivers, and tolerance is greatness. My Jiejiao is like the sea, embracing the teachings of hundreds of schools. How can your sword be against my hundred sticks?"

Facing Sun Wukong's roar, Ji Ren turned the three-pointed, two-edged sword in his hand, and vaguely there were three dragon phantoms roaring, swallowing up thousands of stick shadows, and then said: "Such an enemy. Use all your skills, and let's complete the unfinished battle between you and me today. Martial arts, transformation, magical powers, if you have any one, I will count you as the winner."

"You old thief, you are going too far!"

When Sun Wukong heard Ji Ren's words, he was furious. The golden hoop in his hand twirled, and the shadow of the stick was heavy. The murderous aura swept in all directions. The magical power of the stone monkey behind him was even more agitated. At the same time, he raised the golden stick in his hand and hit him hard.

"Old thief?"

Ji Ren raised his eyebrows, he never thought that one day he would be called like this.

He was obviously only a few hundred years old, which was considered very young among the Golden Immortals who were often hundreds of thousands of years old. He never thought that he would be called an old thief and he couldn't even fight back.

After all, Ji Ren is indeed much older than Son Goku.

Therefore, Ji Ren gripped the three-pointed, double-edged sword with a little more strength.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword turned, and a terrifying aura surged. The area within a thousand miles was like a mountain of swords and purgatory.

Sun Wukong was not afraid at all, and fought head-on despite the huge pressure.

The three-pointed double-edged sword and the Ruyi golden hoop, two magical weapons clashed fiercely, and the terrifying Daluo divine light spread throughout the heavens.

The man and the monkey are the strongest three generations of disciples of the orthodox sect and the unorthodox sect respectively. They have practiced the ways of protecting the law and fighting. Their bodies are indestructible, and they become stronger when facing a stronger opponent. In this confrontation, they are evenly matched and the generals are meeting talented people.

Each move is extremely simple, yet contains tremendous power.

The power of martial arts can be called the Tao.

In fact, in this fairy world, there is probably no one whose martial arts are better than theirs.

After all, most of the Three Realms cultivators cultivate their spirits and refine their magic weapons, but few cultivate their bodies. Even fewer focus on martial arts like Ji Ren and Sun Wukong.

Knives and sticks clashed, and the invisible aura surged.

Wang Lingguan stretched out his hand. He was a thousand miles away from the two men fighting, but his palm was still cut and some blood flowed out. He couldn't help but reveal a bit of dejection on his face. He was a rare person in the Three Realms who practiced physical cultivation, similar to Ji Ren and Sun Wukong, but he had practiced for much longer than Ji Ren and Sun Wukong. Ji Ren and Sun Wukong were just his juniors, but now he couldn't even intervene in this battle.

In the past, I boasted that I was invincible under the Daluo. Today, I realize that there is always someone better than you.

"My goodness, isn't it said that Lei Zhenzi's Dharmakaya is similar to Yang Jian's? He only condensed his Dharmakaya ten years earlier than us. Why am I only at the peak of Xuanxian now, while he is at the peak of Jinxian? Is the gap of ten years so huge?"

On the other side, Zhang Jingshou, who was watching, felt the surging power in Ji Ren and couldn't help but speak.

"No, there is still an obvious gap between Lei Zhenzi's Dharma image and Yang Jian's Dharma image. The one with no gap is my Nezha's Dharma image. Why is he so much stronger than me?" Lu Shang was also dissatisfied and said that it was unreasonable.

After I entered the fairy world, I also read books. There is no such big difference between Nezha and Yang Jian in different generations.

Generally speaking, when Yang Jian, Nezha and Lei Zhenzi get together, there is a bond bonus, and everyone's strength is generally at the same level.

Otherwise, the strengths are different, so what's the point of talking about bond bonuses?

"Yes, why? We all entered the fairyland together. I just entered the Golden Immortal realm, and he has reached the peak of the Golden Immortal realm!" Qiao Qingyin also said indignantly, her beautiful face full of unwillingness.

It was obvious that she was practicing very hard.

But why can’t I catch up?

It’s obvious that Bajing Palace has the most resources!

Zhang Jingshou/Lyu Shang: “???”

what are you saying?

Have you also become a Golden Immortal?

So, not only is Lao Ji a good-for-nothing, you are also a good-for-nothing.

The peak of Xuanxian and the beginning of Jinxian, it can be said that there is only one level difference, but it is no exaggeration to say that this level difference is like the difference between heaven and earth.

Xuanxian will die, but Jinxian is immortal.

The strength between the two is completely different.

When Ji Ren first entered the realm of True Immortal, killing Xuan Immortals was as easy as butchering dogs. But now that he has entered the realm of Xuan Immortal, killing Golden Immortals requires all kinds of arrangements.

As for Zhang Jingshou and others, normally, it would take at least three thousand years to cultivate from a Xuanxian to a Jinxian, and there is no upper limit. It is not impossible that they would not be able to reach the Jinxian level in their lifetime.

Now, to survive the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods is more straightforward. Either you survive five hundred years, become the winner, gain luck, and naturally become a Golden Immortal, or you die in the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods.

"These should not be the differences in Dharma appearance, but the differences between the captain and you." Tian Zhi said as frankly as always.

Zhang Jingshou and Lu Shang's faces suddenly darkened and they looked at Tian Zhi fiercely. They couldn't beat Ji Ren and Qiao Qingyin, but they felt uncomfortable holding back their anger, so they happily decided that after Old Ji finished beating them, they would give this guy a good beating.

Tian Zhi continued to watch Ji Ren's fight with an indifferent expression. He was very calm and not afraid of being beaten at all, or rather, he was looking forward to being beaten.

Because although Ji Ren is in charge of the Netherworld, it is well known that Ji Ren is a hands-off boss, and Zhuge Qinglan is already tired enough managing the South China Sea, so now he is the brain of Ji Ren's Netherworld.

If he was beaten, Tian Zhi felt that he could take a day off.

Tian Zhi stared intently, seeing Ji Ren and Sun Wukong fighting fiercely, their martial arts were so mysterious that they could almost be called Tao.

The man and the monkey each used all their means, trying every possible means. After three days of fierce fighting, Ji Ren slashed with his sword. The sword light was so strong that Sun Wukong's hair stood on end. He instinctively leaped up and turned into an eagle.

"Want to fight for changes? Then let's play." Ji Ren smiled upon seeing this, and with a sharp cry, he turned into a roc and swooped down towards the eagle.

Sun Wukong changed again, but no matter how he changed, he was useless in front of Ji Ren's Heavenly Eye and was suppressed by Ji Ren.

Finally, when he was at his wit's end, he let out a long roar, and his body suddenly emanated a brilliant golden light, merging with the Dharmakāya. He was truly the Dharmakāya of heaven and earth. His head was like Mount Tai, his waist like a steep mountain, and his eyes were like the sun and the moon. He struck out with a stick, and a large area of ​​space collapsed. Countless palaces collapsed as a result of this impact.

However, when seeing this scene, there was no worry on the faces of the people of the Chan Sect. Martial arts, magical powers, and transformations, they had already lost two, and the third one was coming soon.

On the Jiejiao side, except for Yunxiao, Duobao Taoist and a few others had slightly ugly expressions on their faces. This development was completely beyond their expectations, but their eyes were still full of expectations. It was not the end of the road yet.

At the same level, martial arts and changes are not the key factors in determining victory or defeat, but supernatural powers are.

There is still hope of winning.