Chapter 173 The Art of Change, Mystery

There was thunder in Yang Jian's palm, raising his hand to the void. The silver light is vast, impacting on the magic rune. The sky fire and ice, thunder and yellow sand vision disappeared immediately.

Xuanwu Zhiming Shenjun looked shocked, and urged other magical runes non-stop. The golden light gathers, and a majestic **** will emerge. The **** general is more than a hundred meters high, holding a sword in his hand and a big sword on his back, majestic and majestic. The murderous air swept across, and the time above the top of Xiyue seemed to be still.

The **** general lowered his head to look down at Yang Jian, and brilliance shot out from his pupils. Yang Jian flashed around and avoided the endless brilliance...

Rumble!

The **** will wave the sword in his hand, like the thunder coming down, shaking the deaf.

Yang Jian raised the three-pointed two-edged sword, the long sword collided with the three-pointed two-edged sword, and the violent aura swept across the hundreds. Yang Jian ejected like a cannonball and landed on the top of Xiyue.

The summit of Xiyue collapsed layer by layer, terrifying cracks spread rapidly, and the entire mountain was crumbling and seemed to collapse at any time.

Yang Jian looked up at the hundred-foot-tall **** general with a strangely calm expression. The next moment, his mana shocked, and his body swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye. Suddenly, it has reached a thousand feet.

The technique of eight or nine profound arts changes.

The **** like a hill will be a little dwarf in Yang Jian's eyes at this moment.

Yang Jian was trembling with power, holding a three-pointed two-edged sword in both hands, like the peak on the top of Xiyue. Viciously cut at the **** general, and the **** general raised his sword to resist. But he couldn't resist it at all, and was directly knocked down into the void.

Yang Jian didn't forgive him, leaned over, grabbed the **** general with his big hand, and kicked the **** general out like a ball. The gods flew out for about ten miles, exploded, and dissipated into light spots.

Yang Jian lowered his head to look at the gods of Baihu Jianbing and Xuanwu Zhiming. The two gods felt the power of Yang Jian's body, and there was cold sweat on their foreheads.

The transformation technique of the Eighty-Nine Profound Art is not just as simple as making the body bigger, the divine might and oppressive force of the huge body is also very domineering.

Yang Jian swept out, destroying the rune formations laid by the two great gods. Immediately after spitting out a breath of immortality, the two gods only felt that they were hunting in the wind, and before they had time to cast a spell to resist, they had been blown away for an unknown distance.

Yang Jian's body returned to normal, his eyes flashed with sharp sharp points and glanced around, "Where are Zhenjun Qinglong Mengzhang and God King Zhuqueling?"

Above the void, only Yang Jian's cold shout was rolling, and no response from the Qinglong Mengzhang God and the Zhuque Lingguang God Lord.

"Sifang gods are in the same brothers and sisters. Xuanwu Zhiming and Baihu Jianbing were defeated by Yang Jian. Are you two gods afraid that Yang Jian will not succeed?"

After that, Yang Jian grabbed his palm, and the Baolian lantern floating in the air flew towards him. Holding the Baolian Lantern in his hand, Yang Jian's worries disappeared.

The **** of Qinglong Mengzhang and the **** of light of Zhuqueling wanted to show up and compare with Yang Jian, but they were restrained by a powerful mana. What frightened them most was that they were hidden so perfectly that they were discovered.

They couldn't help suspecting that it was Da Luo Jinxian with superb mana.

"who is it?"

Qinglong Mengzhang Shenjun roared angrily and shook the void.

"Amitabha!"

Buddha number is long.

The **** of Qinglong Mengzhang and the **** of Zhuqueling suddenly noticed that the mana that had restrained them had dispersed.

Their figures emerged from the void.

They looked around and saw Fahai sitting on the Buddha's light pagoda. However, in their eyes, Fahai was no more than a mortal, how could it be possible to trap them with such powerful mana.

The two looked at each other and asked in unison, "I wonder which venerable Western Lingshan made the shot?"

Yang Jian couldn't help frowning.

"Why don't you dare to admit it?"

Qinglong Mengzhang Shenjun said angrily.

"Amitabha Buddha, good is good. The two gods praised it. The poor monk is just a mortal, how can he be called a venerable person."

Fa Hai's words spread calmly.

Qinglong Mengzhang Shenjun and Zhuqueling Guang Shenjun sharpened their eyes and said angrily: "It's you?"

"Yes, it is the poor monk."

Fahai looked at the two gods with a smile, "Are the two gods very confused, how can a mortal find you and imprison you?"

Fahai expressed his sincere gratitude to the Ksitigarbha, and the method used to imprison the two gods was realized from the practice of Ksitigarbha.

As soon as he said this, Yang Jian understood what was going on.

The **** of Qinglong Mengzhang and the **** of Zhuqueling were going to help, but Fahai noticed where they were hiding and imprisoned them with great magic power. The two were unable to help, so that the two of Xuanwu Zhiming Shenjun did not know where they were blown by Yang Jian.

The faces of the two gods were very ugly, and Fahai even shook the matter out. There are not just a few of them, there are also tens of thousands of soldiers and generals staring at it. I'm afraid it won't be long before this matter will spread throughout the fairy world.

The two great gods of the four directions are actually imprisoned by a Buddhism disciple who is not at the beginning of the testimony, and it is embarrassing to say it.

The majesty of their gods will no longer exist.

Suzakuling Guangshen pointed at Fahai and yelled in shock, "Little monk, you used the three indiscriminate methods to trap me and wait. Are you embarrassed to say?"

"Oh?"

Fahai said in surprise, "The poor monk is upright and upright, I don't know what the three abuse methods mentioned by the gods are?"

"I……"

Suzakuling Guangshen Sovereign also had an idea to slander Fahai. Now Fahai questioned him, but he did not expect a convincing excuse.

Fahai glanced at them coldly.

Yang Jian laughed, and fisted at Fahai, "The holy monk is really supernatural, and Yang Jian thanked him here."

"The true monarch is welcome."

Fahai smiled and waved.

Zhuqueling Guangshenjun's face was blue and red, and he pointed at Fahai and roared, "Little monk, can you dare to fight this god?"

"Dignified gods fighting against my mortals, don't you feel embarrassed?"

Fahai waved his hand casually, and said with earnest heart: "Suzaku, you are fighting against the poor monk, no matter the victory or defeat is not good for your reputation, let's forget it."

The more Fahai said so, the more Zhuqueling Guangshen Jun couldn't control his emotions. In fact, after Baihu Jianbing Shenjun and Xuanwu Zhiming Shenjun were easily defeated by Yang Jian, they were greatly stimulated and their moods were in a state of confusion.

If a certain venerable person in the Western Paradise really took action to imprison them, they would still be able to figure it out. However, it was Fahai who made the move.

What makes it even more difficult for them to accept is that Fahai is just a mortal who has achieved achievements in practice.

They cannot accept this fact in their hearts.

Zhuqueling Guangshenjun's face was distorted, and his eyes flashed with cold murderous intent. With a wave of his embroidered robe, the wave of mana like a mountain like a mountain suppressed Fahai.

Fahai sat on the top of the Buddha's light pagoda, with golden light flowing in his eyes, motionless like a mountain. Mana hit his body, the Buddha's light shone, and Fahai's body moved slightly.

The seemingly tyrannical means of Suzakuling Guangshen couldn't hurt Fahai at all, but only shook his body.

Fahai clasped his hands together, his eyes were slightly cold, "Suzaku God Lord really wants to fight the poor monk?"

Zhuqueling Guangshenjun's face was blue, staring at Fahai firmly, and roaring with all his strength, "Little monk, this **** is going to fight you!"

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