call!

Among the dazzling and glorious masculine blood, the most yang and strong blood qi vibrates the sky with its sound waves.

"If you only cultivate your nature, but not your life, it will be difficult for the saints to become a saint for thousands of kalpas. Even if you seek the method of perseverance and perseverance, you can wander between heaven and earth, you are just a lonely ghost!"

It seems to be contempt, like sigh.

The moment he entered this city, this soul had fallen into his calculations. Even though it seemed to have secret methods hidden in shape and hidden traces, it was unpredictable, and could be revealed outside the mind.

If you want to know something, there is no way.

The Brahman Wuyi looked like a soul or a thought, and the purity surprised An Qisheng. However, all flesh and blood creatures lost their flesh shells and could not control themselves.

It is extremely difficult to sail in the sea of ​​suffering, and swimming naked is even more deadly.

At this moment, An Qisheng could influence him, but he could not affect An Qisheng in turn.

"ah!"

Even though he had already expected that Fan Wuyi still let out a low roar as if he was burned by the impact of this blood and energy.

The figure was like smoke, and suddenly retreated to the high sky.

Gong Yang Yan and others looked from afar and saw An Qisheng standing in the city, wearing divine light, and there seemed to be a gathering of stars in his body, and the starlight gathered into a sea of ​​rays of light.

The extremely powerful blood and energy accompanied by its sound waves, shaking the heaven and earth.

Even though it was not the first time I saw An Qisheng taking action, Gong Yang Yan and others couldn't help but breathe. This extremely strong aura really shocked people.

"Golden body?! No, no!"

In a gorgeous sky, Fan Wuyi was shocked and confused.

He could see clearly that this Taoist man clearly practiced an extremely powerful physical and magical power, like a Buddhist golden body and a Taoist Dharma body.

He never saw it, but was extremely powerful.

His every move seemed to be filled with gods and demons, promoting, praising, and worshipping each other.

What happened in the past tens of thousands of years that I had been imprisoning here?

boom!

The thought was just a moment, and Fan Wuyi had already let out a long roar, like the ten halos under the pagoda had already shined brightly.

The dark red light hangs like a river of heaven, trying to suppress the brilliant golden blood that is boiling and turbulent like the sun.

Buzz ~~~

The void of heaven and earth trembled, making waves of beeping.

Under the force of An Qisheng's fierce and unparalleled blood, Fan Wuyi was not at all reserved, and a long roar was still echoing in the sky.

The rolling dark red light, like the substance, gathered a dark red pagoda pagoda with a heavy foundation and a height of nine!

He suppressed An Qisheng, who was surrounded by divine light:

"Just you are worthy of talking to Saint?"

The pagoda is as big as the ridge of the sky, lying across this place of heaven and earth, and is even more immense, slowly pressing down, like the collapse of the sky.

As it trembles, there seem to be various images on it from virtual to real, revealing its true form.

All the forms, whether they are ferocious or solemn in treasure, seem to be about to walk down from that pagoda when they appear!

"Yaksha, Asura, Garula, this is... the Eight Treasures of the Buddhist Martial Arts!"

Gong Yang Yan, who had retreated to the edge, exclaimed, and then his eyes were deeply stinged. He stretched out his hand and wiped it all over his blood.

But while he stepped back, he never closed his eyes, for fear of missing out.

The Eight Treasures Buddha Tower is a magical art of sect-controlling sects and has long been lost, and even the current Buddhist martial arts only have residual chapters.

But this magic is of great reputation.

According to legend, the Eight Treasures Buddha Tower is in the dark of Fan Wuyi's enlightenment, and it is extremely powerful.

At the beginning of the founding of the Great Zhou Kingdom, when Fan Wuyi played chess with Taizu of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he felt something. It was a distance of trillions of miles away. He only had this magic technique. He fought against the eight great cultivators of the Yuanshen, and won and killed them.

This person is really the master of Fanwuwuyi??!

boom!

The two colors intersect, and the sky is glorious.

Fan Wuyi's figure has disappeared, but his voice is like the wings of the sky, vast and boundless, filling the void world:

"After entering my lord, I will only die!"

Fan Wuyixin was surprised, but he was just surprised.

Although this Taoist man has many strange things, he has never smelled the breath of the Dharma body. How could he go against the will of heaven in front of him?!

Even though he lost his predecessor, lost his flesh shell, and was imprisoned here, his predecessor finally had a saintly lord!

His vision is still there. Even if he does not enter the Dharma body, he is definitely not his opponent, not to mention that the Taoist man in front of him seems to be inferior to his own cultivation.

What fear does he have?

Buzz!

The extremely domineering and terrifying devouring power spread from heaven to earth.

The power of the giant tower's swallowing and sucking was extremely terrifying. It was just a swallowing spit. All the tangible and intangible things at the entrance of the tower had disappeared.

Dust, airflow, blood, inspiration, and even the omnipresent light!

Just like a black hole, it absorbs everything!

"Babaofutu, kill evil spirits!"

Gong Yang Yan and his men who had already escaped to the farthest part of the void changed their faces, and they felt an indescribable force that was overwhelming!

In an instant, magic weapons, robes, and even magic power contained in the body without being emitted had already left the body at a speed beyond imagination.

Even the muscles, bones, skin and flesh are trembling, almost disintegrating!

The few people's expressions changed wildly, and they activated their magic power and magic weapons just as they were desperate to resist this huge suction force, but they were still irresistible.

There was no time to say a word, and he was already pulled by the terrifying power and headed towards the giant tower!

The scenery of the city was destroyed as well!

Almost at the moment when the giant tower was pressed horizontally, it was broken inch by inch and disappeared in pieces!

The aftermath that was scattered from afar was already so terrifying that An Qisheng, who was the first to be hit, felt a thousand times more terrifying than the outside when the giant tower was pressing horizontally.

The clothes and long hair are swinging.

"Immortal arts, immortal arts..."

The void shook wildly, covered by the boundless devouring power, An Qisheng stared at him, and there seemed to be all kinds of scenes flowing in his eyes.

At this moment, in his eyes, the pagoda seemed to have been cut into countless paths.

Under the external minister, the essence of this "Eight Treasures Buddha Tower" unfolded in front of him.

The practice method of the Earth Immortal Realm is to refine magical powers by natal destiny, brand magical powers with golden elixirs, and use all magical powers to change the soul and sacrifice the soul.

The gathering of all dharmas is supernatural power.

The great achievement of all the magical powers is immortal arts.

This Eight Treasures Buddha Tower is naturally no exception. At first glance, you can see the various magical powers and countless magical methods contained in it.

As he thought, all the "fine particles" in his body also changed accordingly, as if he was copying and guessing the mystery of this great immortal art at an extremely fast speed.

After sitting in the Longji Mountain for several months, An Qisheng finally abandoned the "Witch and Purpose" method obtained by the three-hearted blue spirit boy, and chose to use the "Four Tribulations of Heart of All Methods" obtained from Mulong City to take another path with the martial arts practice method in this world.

He sucked all kinds of inspirations and gathered all the magical powers and immortal arts in this world to sacrifice and refine this body.

"Into your pest? You're too poisoned..."

Under the terrifying devouring power, An Qisheng shook his head slightly, sighed slightly, and felt deeply the poison of inspiration.

Fan Wuyi is the saint who shows his saints and is a celestial immortal in this world. Unfortunately, what if you jump out of the three realms and are not in the five elements?

Being in the world, one cannot transcend one's own saints.

A lonely soul is in the endless sea of ​​spirit, just like a drop of rain falling into the vast ocean. How can it protect itself from being affected?

Although the soul in front of him is essentially a saint, in fact, it cannot be compared with the "divine thoughts" he once saw in the Wanyang Realm.

At least the latter would not be so arrogant when he saw himself.

What a pity...

When the thought flashed, An Qisheng's eyes were calm and he slowly stood up.

Boom!

This was an extremely slight action, but as he stood up, the void under the pagoda pressed overturned, boiling and wrinkling.

Until Anqi grew up and rose, it seemed that a sun fell into this place. The surrounding void could not bear the weight, even
To be continued...