Seeking the Way of Immortality

At this time, Wu Zheng's dragon tail has rotated eighty-eight times, and the speed is still increasing. Wu Zheng's figure has disappeared, or has been covered by the purple dragon. In fact, what people can see now is A peaceful Buddha light and a purple dragon.

Fang Yi fought, and the two of them each used their own magical powers to directly attack with force.

‘Mi! ’

As the sound of the word 'mi' fell, Wu Zheng and Liao Yuan's figures could no longer be seen clearly on the stage. Countless phantoms of Jialan, Bodhisattvas, and monks flickered and disappeared, forming thousands of rays of light on Liao Yuan's head. Buddha's light, each layer of Buddha's light is an invisible Buddha's shadow, and each layer of Buddha's light is a dense aura of colorful glass.

Sacred and mysterious!

The giant purple dragon over there looked up to the sky and roared. The deafening sound of the dragon's roar was like a real dragon. Its scales shone with purple light. For the first time, real and illusory dragon horns condensed on the dragon's head. The dragon's horns were purple. There was a faint flash of thunder, and four giant purple claws appeared on the purple dragon's abdomen. The entire giant dragon was hundreds of feet in size, spanning the entire sky.

At this time, Wu Zheng had rotated one hundred and twenty-five times and had reached more high points than he had ever reached before.

"It's impossible for a dragon to have four claws!" An older monk looked at the ring in disbelief.

"The dragon has four claws, horns on its head, and its scales flash purple, and it actually appears!" An old man looked incredulous.

"Hey, I didn't expect that the current boss is so strong!" Wu Xuanhuo spoke while protecting the Qingyang Sect and the monks behind him to retreat. At this time, the Qingyang Sect's sect-protecting formation had been activated, and the people on the stage were The defensive mask had been shattered, and Mo Wentian had already flown into the air.

The monks who were still confused woke up one after another, driven by the purple energy, and flew directly into the distance with the escape light.

For a time, there were endless escaping lights around the Qingyang Gate, one after another, it was so exciting, some flew into the air, some flew far away, in short, there were not many monks left at the scene!

The power of one move was so terrifying, and it was only caused by a monk at the Golden Core Stage and a Yuanying Stage monk. It was simply unbelievable. Even some ordinary peak monks at the late Yuanying Stage did not dare to attack him lightly. , the power can be imagined.

‘Hum! ’

The Sanskrit singing stopped abruptly, and a solemn monk wearing a golden rosette appeared out of thin air.

The purple dragon broke through the air, one hundred and thirty circles, which was definitely Wu Zheng's peak strike at this time. The purple dragon faced the solemn monk.

This move is Wu Zheng's modified move with the 'Dragon Swinging Tail'. Over the years, every battle has been indispensable with this move. This move is also Wu Zheng's most powerful move so far. It can be said that this is the only move that can defeat Wu Zheng. Only when Zheng's whole body strength is gathered together can he represent Wu Zheng's true peak combat effectiveness.

It exists on the Dragon Lake, it exists in the Five Elements Jedi, and it is still indispensable at this time.

This move has broken away from the original 'Dragon Tail Swing' and evolved into a change that was beyond Wu Zheng's expectations. Of course, this change requires the cooperation of the 'Purple Extreme Spear'.

Now, Wu Zheng named it Zilong Potian.

The sound of a sonic boom quickly created a streak of white light. The monk clasped his hands together and raised his palm boldly, hitting the purple dragon seven inches away.

The purple dragon twisted its body, and its huge purple claws fell from the sky and touched the monk's palm.

'Wave'

Invisible space ripples rippled, making sounds, and the arena collapsed.

The yellow light is extinguished, and the purple light is full!

The giant purple dragon quickly turned its body and directly wrapped around the monk, trying to end the battle with the power of the entanglement. However, a rare smile appeared on the solemn face of the monk Baoxiang, and he clasped his middle finger with his left thumb. , quite a bit like holding flowers and laughing at the Buddha.

'grief'

A trembling sound sounded, and the purple dragon seemed to have received a huge attack. Its body kept twisting and winding up, leaving only a huge purple dragon tail swinging.

The scales stood upright, flying towards the monk like flying saucers.

The bright yellow Buddha light flashed, and the purple scales shattered into pieces, turning into points of light and disappearing.

'roar'

The sky-shattering dragon roar came, and bright yellow light flashed. It was obvious that the impact of the dragon roar was extraordinary.

The monk who was sitting cross-legged suddenly stood up. He was majestic and huge. His whole body was three feet tall. The Buddha's light shrouded him, and he was sacred and solemn.

The giant purple dragon raised its head to the sky and roared, the sound resounding through the sky. The turbulent air current caused the clouds in the sky to clutter. The empty sky was rare and clear, and there was no sign of an approaching storm.

After the monk stood up, he had a serious look on his huge face, his eyes were open like copper bells, shining with light, and his huge earlobes showed a majestic air. He took a step forward with his left foot, stepped through the void with his body, and slapped with a palm out.

The wind is raging, the clouds are flowing gracefully, and the Buddha's light is lingering, as if it is about to tear the sky and the earth apart.

The purple dragon seemed to have sensed something. Its body was circling like a spiritual snake, gracefully rising up to the sky. Its huge head looked up to the sky and roared. Its eyes suddenly opened wide. Its body was like lightning, and it rushed straight towards the bright yellow palm.

'Bang'.

Earth-shattering explosions sounded, and the entire battlefield was filled with smoke, making it difficult to see clearly.

The purple dragon and the monk's phantoms collided, and then disappeared in pairs, turning into a burst of smoke. However, the body of the Ziji Spear was still there, but at this time it was just lying on the ground, and it seemed that its spiritual energy had been consumed a lot.

'cough'

'cough'

After a moment, two coughs sounded, and soon the smoke dissipated, and two figures suddenly appeared on the ring.

Wu Zheng's clothes were in disarray, but not too damaged. His black hair was flying, his face was pale, and blood appeared at the corners of his mouth, which was rare. His eyes were dull and lifeless. His face, which was not handsome in itself, was even more horrible at this time. The dust covered it and it was hard to see clearly.

He was half-kneeling on the ground, the light of the purple spear was dim, and his spirituality was greatly lost. He lay flat in front of Wu Zheng.

Over there, Le Yuan was in the same situation as Wu Zheng, except that he was sitting on the ground with his hands clasped together. The blood at the corners of his mouth showed that he was not doing well at this time. His brows were furrowed, and the six scars on his head looked extremely ferocious at this time, as if he was going to choose someone to eat.

The string of prayer beads on his chest had lost its spirituality at this time. Most people might not be able to see it, but the monks from Buddhism knew that the monk's phantom just now was condensed by Le Yuan with the prayer beads, otherwise it would be impossible to condense the monk's phantom so real.

At this time, the Buddha light of Leyuan's ten-direction cassock was bright and flowing, as if it was restoring Leyuan's magical power.

"Amitabha! Donor, you lost!" Leyuan chanted the Buddha's name and said confidently.

Wu Zheng grinned, as if the laughter touched his wound. After a while, he spoke: "It's too early to say whether it's a win or a loss."

As soon as the voice fell, Wu Zheng had stood up, with the purple spear in his hand, and an invincible domineering aura spread.

The original arena was gone, and the two were just on the ground, but Wu Zheng's sudden standing up was beyond everyone's expectations.

Domineering is a very special existence. It is not cultivation or magic power. It comes from the depths of the heart. The stronger the heart, the stronger the domineering.

Wu Zheng is undoubtedly a very special existence. Since his debut, he has rarely failed, and it is even more impossible for him to fail in such an occasion, and he lost to an outsider.

"Even if the true essence is exhausted, you can't do it." Wu Zheng said with a smile.

The spear was raised high, thunder was everywhere, and the sky, which was originally cloudless, was suddenly covered with dark clouds, as if dripping water.

Liaoyuan's face changed, and the Buddha's light was lingering all over his body. The whole person stood up instantly, no longer the usual indifference.

For the first time, a weapon appeared in his hand, a purple-gold Zen stick emitting unparalleled Buddha's light.

He was a generation of Tianjiao of Daguangming Temple. This time he went to Dingzhou, which can be said to be a cross-state trip. How could he not have one or two heaven-defying magic weapons on him? The cassock on his body, the Zen stick in his hand, and the rosary on his neck were not ordinary things.

His magical powers were even more extraordinary. The "Six-Character Mantra" of Buddhism was not something that every monk could practice, and not every monk could exert its power after practicing.

Although some Buddhist monks can use the "Six-Syllable Mantra", its power is only average, or it has no power at all. It is even more impossible to challenge opponents of higher levels. There are very few monks like Le Yuan whose power after using it is comparable to the full-strength attack of a great monk.