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Chapter 472 The sun is really on fire

Looking at everything in front of you with a serious expression, Yang Zhen was extremely shocked. +◆

With Yang Zhen’s current cultivation strength, coupled with the powerful power of the divine beast body, and the bonus of the mall equipment system, the power in his hand is simply incalculable. The power exerted by this sword is enough to cut mountains and cut off mountains, kill gods and destroy immortals. However, this Great Stage Buddha used some magical magic, and the illusioned Buddha’s golden body easily clamped Yang Zhen’s sword, making Yang Zhen unable to move forward.

Looking at Yang Zhen in front of him, Dashizhi Buddha smiled. He saw that Dashizhi Buddha just randomly pinched a Buddha seal, and the Buddha lights flashing around him began to change. Countless golden Buddha lights evolved into various cumbersome Buddha seals, emitting unpredictable power from gods and ghosts, and launched an attack on Yang Zhen in the air.

Feeling the extremely powerful force coming, Yang Zhen's eyes changed. At this moment, it was impossible to draw out the Qingming Sword, but to abandon the sword and escape, Yang Zhen was also reluctant.

Seeing the golden Buddha seal slowly approaching, Yang Zhen decided to take the attack from the Great Strategy to Buddha. The Qingming Sword was left to Yang Zhen by the Patriarch Subhuti, and it was also a weapon that Yang Zhen had tried for thousands of years. No matter what the reason was, Yang Zhen did not want to abandon the sword and escape. For this reason, Yang Zhen did not hesitate to expose the secret he had hidden for a long time.

When attacked, Yang Zhen felt that the pressure was extremely strong. The power gathered by the strange Buddha seal seemed to destroy the world and was not something that humans could resist. After supporting him for a while, Yang Zhen felt that the blood of qi and blood were surging and painful, and the divine light of the body protection outside was already overwhelmed.

When danger was approaching, Yang Zhen was not afraid. He looked up at the Buddha Dashizhi. Yang Zhen suddenly showed a wicked smile and whispered to the Buddha Dashizhi: "Be careful!"

After the words came, a fire suddenly lit up from Yang Zhen’s left hand, which was not holding the sword. The golden fire was extremely dazzling. Even in the golden Buddha light in the sky, it was still dazzling and attracted everyone’s attention.

"What is that?" The fire light lit up, and the Buddha of Dashizhi suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. The feeling was as if he was wandering on the edge of death, which made the Buddha of Dashizhi extremely uncomfortable, and he wanted to roar to the sky to vent his depression.

"That's...!" When the Zen Master Wuchao, who was watching the battle, suddenly his eyes widened when he saw Yang Zhen's move, as if he had seen something that shocked him. His face was full of disbelief.

Originally, when Master Wuchao saw the Qingming Sword of the Great Stage Buddha clamping Yang Zhen, he thought that Yang Zhen’s defeat was settled, but when Master Wuchao saw the ball of fire on Yang Zhen’s left hand, he realized that the outcome of this battle was not yet determined.

No! Maybe things will be true as Yang Zhen said, and the final winner of this battle will be Yang Zhen.

"Impossible! Impossible! Impossible!" Zen Master Wuchao said in shock: "Impossible! How could Yang Zhen use that flame? This is absolutely impossible!"

"Zen Master, what's wrong with you?" Samantabhadra Bodhisattva frowned and asked Zen Master Wuchao.

Hearing the sound, Zen Master Wuchao came to his senses instantly, but did not answer Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's words. Instead, he shouted to the Buddha Mahasthamaprapta: "Buddha, please avoid it quickly. Yang Zhen's move is not capable of fighting!"

When the Buddha of Dashizhizhi heard the warning from Zen Master Wuchao, coupled with the uneasy feeling in his heart, he could finally confirm that Yang Zhen's move was definitely enough to kill him.

It quickly retreated, but it was too late!

"Suffer to die!"

Yang Zhen shouted lightly. His left hand suddenly pushed forward, and the golden flame suddenly came out of his hand and flew towards the Buddha. Wherever the golden flame passed, the Buddha incarnation that clamped the Qingming Sword instantly dissipated and invisible. As long as the Buddha seal in the sky came into contact with this golden flame, it would be destroyed by the ashes burned by the flames.

"What kind of fire is this!!!"

When he flew back, the Great Strong Buddha still couldn't help but tremble when he saw the power of the golden flame. Fortunately, he retreated quickly. If this flame burned to his body, he would be burned to ashes by the flame in an instant even if he fought with his seventh grade of Daluo Golden Immortal cultivation.

Seeing the flame gushing towards him, the Buddha of Great Shishizhi became ruthless in his heart. He flipped his right hand and a ray of light flashed. A green jade bottle appeared out of thin air in the hands of Great Shishizhizhi Buddha. Looking at the flames getting closer and closer, the Buddha of Great Shishizhi sighed inwardly and threw the bottle in his hand out.

After the green jade bottle flew out, the bottle mouth emitted an extremely powerful attraction, which was to suck the flame into it.

However, the golden flames emitted by Yang Zhen were also extraordinary. Although they were sucked in by the green jade bottle thrown out by the Buddha of Great Strategy, they also burned the green jade bottle to ashes.

"What?" Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, who was watching the battle, was shocked to see this and exclaimed: "The Buddha actually destroyed a world of his own, which blocked Yang Zhen's fire."

As soon as Samantabhadra Bodhisattva finished speaking, the Buddha of Dashizhi spewed out a mouthful of blood and looked at him. At this moment, the Buddha of Dashizhizhi's face was as pale as paper, his figure was shaking, and he could hardly even the auspicious clouds could not rise.

"Go to die!" Seeing that the Buddha Dashizhi was defeated, Yang Zhen snorted angrily, and the Qingming Sword pierced out again, stabbing the Buddha Dashizhi's heart.

"You dare!" Seeing this, the Buddhist monks flew forward to rescue them, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva even let out a palm and took over Yang Zhen's attack.

When the palms and swords were touching each other, a huge roar suddenly echoed through the sky. The powerful and terrifying explosion filled the entire border of the Blood Sea. The earth was shaking around. A rocky mountain range below the battle was even more rocky, and the shocking wave collapsed instantly.

"Hmph!" Seeing that the Buddha of Dashizhi was rescued, Yang Zhen snorted coldly with disdain.

In fact, Yang Zhen had never thought of taking the life of the Buddha Mahasthamaprapta. After all, the Buddha Mahasthamaprapta is now one of the three-life Buddhas of Buddhism. If he kills him, the position of the Buddha Mahasthamaprapta in the Buddha Mahasthamaprapta will be incomplete and will not be able to achieve true prosperity. Therefore, in order not to go against the will of heaven, Yang Zhen could only temporarily save his life and make plans in the future.

"Buddha, are you okay?" After blocking Yang Zhen, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva flew to the side of the Great Stage Buddha. He first inputted magic power to the Great Stage Buddha to heal his wounds. After the Great Stage Buddha recovered, he opened his mouth to ask about the current situation of the Great Stage Buddha.

The Buddha of Dashizhi shook his head and said, "I'm fine, but this time, in order to block the flame, I destroyed the world I have developed with great difficulty, and damaged my cultivation... Well! Cough cough! Zen Master, what kind of fire is the flame that Yang Zhen just used, and why is it so powerful?"

"Yes! The power of that flame is probably difficult to resist even if it is a master of quasi-saint cultivation!" said Samantabhadra Bodhisattva.

Zen Master Wuchao looked at Yang Zhen in shock and explained: "That is a flame that has not appeared in the prehistoric world for hundreds of thousands of years."

"What kind of fire is it?" Samantabhadra Bodhisattva asked.
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