Chapter 1057 1057. The Buddha Kingdom in the Palm of Your Hand!
"The more you want to save them, the more I want to kill them!"
The next moment, Yang Ming mustered his divine power and poured it into his palms crazily. The word "卍" on his palms became more and more dazzling. Accompanied by the bell-like sound of Buddha, a phantom of the Buddha Kingdom emerged.
The Buddha's sound was so powerful that it instantly filled the entire crimson realm, and the brilliant Buddha's light even illuminated the entire world.
"This... what is this thing!"
Yanlong, Tianshen, Heihuang, Meihuang and other kings and emperors all stared at this scene in the sky in dumbfounded.
The word "卍" floated out of Yang Ming's palm, and layers of space spread out. The magnificent phantom of the Buddhist kingdom only revealed the tip of the iceberg, but it was enough to shock countless people, as if seeing a vast and vast world. world!
One sand, one world, one palm, one Buddha country!
A radiant Buddha's light poured down, as if there were nine heavenly fairies descending to earth, the entire crimson realm was filled with Zen sounds, under the Buddha's light, it resisted all evil spirits and heretics. The pure world Buddha's light immediately melted like ice and snow touching the warm summer sun, and even the gray-black mist that overflowed after their death was wiped away invisible with a burst of screams.
Even if they are as strong as kings and emperors, Yan Long, Tianshen and his party can also feel the hot tingling sensation from the skin, let alone Hei Huang and Mei Huang, who are in the center of Tathagata God's palm, even more so. As if they were being tortured, the tough shells on their bodies couldn't resist, and holes the size of fists were pierced. The blood gurgling out of the holes was evaporated into steam as soon as it flowed out, and bursts of painful howls continued to flow from them Out of mouth.
"Slap!"
The Tathagata's divine palm fiercely slapped this group of kings and emperors to death like a group of ants, and wiped out all the wailing and crying.
With a loud noise, the ground under the slap burst into a huge pit, a fiery wave, accompanied by an earth-shattering loud noise, billowing thick smoke rose into the sky like a dust storm overwhelming the sky, accompanied by bursts of Buddhist voices descending , Blossoming golden lotus appeared out of thin air, each golden lotus absorbed the gray-black smoke that overflowed in the air, and was then collected by Yang Ming into the world of reincarnation of the six realms.
The sound of violent earthquakes was endless, pieces of land collapsed one after another, shattered mountains and rivers fell like a meteor shower, and mercilessly smashed into the army of derivative creatures fleeing in all directions.
The bright red blood splashed everywhere, splashed onto the fragmented ground, and flowed into the fragmented space, like a red rose in full bloom, alluring and dazzling.
Watching all the kings and emperors fall into Yang Ming's hands, Yan Long and Tianshen, the two only first-level gods, couldn't help but their eyes were bloodshot, but at the same time of extreme anger, a deep feeling Shyness and powerlessness permeated their hearts.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
After all, the flesh and blood spears in the Crimson Realm were one step too late. Under the fury, each flesh and blood spear pierced Yang Ming at all costs.
However, Yang Ming's strength greatly exceeded the calculations of the Crimson Realm.
He is obviously huge and tall, but Yang Ming does not have the clumsiness brought by his huge size. On the contrary, he is as sensitive as ever, like a slippery loach. The use of hundreds of millions of flesh and blood spears could not touch the body, and all of them were dodged by Yang Ming.
While dodging, Yang Ming was also digesting the experience of Tathagata God's Palm just now, secretly marveling in his heart:
"Sure enough, the Tathagata palm in the world of kung fu movies is not an ordinary thing, but the true biography of the Tathagata Buddha. It just doesn't show much power in the world of low martial arts. If it falls into my hands, it can be regarded as the Tathagata palm. Shine bright."
Even Yang Ming was quite surprised by the effect of the Buddha Kingdom in his palm just now, and a doubt emerged in his heart.
What are those big bosses who are familiar with in the world of the heavens spreading Taoism and various skills in various worlds?
With Yang Ming's current vision, he still hasn't been able to understand the actions of those big bosses, so he can only bury his doubts in his heart for the time being, and look for answers later.
After failing to touch Yang Ming, the Crimson Realm realized that this was an unprecedented opponent, and hurriedly took back the fleshy spears.
Do you think that Crimson Realm gave up killing Yang Ming?
No, no, the Crimson Realm is just because of a better goal.
That is, Douluo Star!
The Crimson Realm can't help Yang Ming, but it can deal with a mere Douluo Star with ease. In the past countless years, planets similar to Douluo Star have been destroyed and swallowed by it.
"Um?"
Yang Ming was the first to notice the strangeness. With a consciousness as high as the first level of divine origin, he suddenly sensed that the Crimson Realm was accelerating towards Douluo Star. He immediately guessed what the other party was going to do, and immediately frowned, his eyes flashed. There was a terrifying killing intent.
On Douluo Star, there are still his wife, children, and good friends. If something happens to them, Yang Ming will regret it for the rest of his life!
Yang Ming's figure flashed, and at a speed close to the speed of light, he sprinted towards the plane barrier of the Crimson Realm, intending to use his brute force to break the barrier of the plane and escape from the inside of the Crimson Realm.
However, before his idea was realized, Yan Long and Tianshen had already waited for a long time before the road he had to pass, with sneers at the corners of their mouths, they said:
"Humans, the Crimson Realm is not a place where you can come and go whenever you want!"
"Killed so many of our kings and emperors, just want to leave like this? Leave me your life!"
Yang Ming's figure suddenly paused, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
From the two people in front of him, Yang Ming felt a hint of threat.
His eyes swept across the faces of the two, and when they landed on Tianshen's face that was somewhat similar to that of the Abyssal Sage, Yang Ming showed a look of surprise.
Obviously, there is some kind of connection between Tianshen and Abyss Sage Monarch, perhaps, this can also explain why the entire Abyss world collapsed, and even the Abyss Sage Monarch had no time to escape, and the Crimson Mother knew all this It was Yang Ming who did it.
Is the soul divided into two halves, or two in one, or simply a spare body?
All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally turned into a sneer at the corner of his mouth. Yang Ming shook his head and stopped thinking about it. It doesn't matter what he is, as long as he kills them all. As for what happened, you can wait for Tianshen to torture his soul after his death.
Yan Long held a two-foot-long sword in his hand. The sword body was made of the core of the planet. It was bright and cold throughout. During countless years, he drank the blood of countless creatures of various races. Yun Xiao, the sword body reflected Yan Long's handsome and charming face, and said lightly:
"Since I forged this super artifact, the Soul-Breaking Blade, thirty-six planets have been killed by this sword, seventy-two god-level powerhouses have been defeated by me, and one hundred and eight intelligent races have been defeated by me. Annihilation, and you, are honored to be the seventy-third defeated under my sword!"
An invincible momentum erupted from Yan Long's body, blowing his three thousand black hairs dancing wildly behind his head.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Raising his hand and waving the sword, his eyes were filled with vast sword aura, and streams of condensed white sword glows traversed the sky, illuminating half of the crimson realm in silvery white.
What is even more astonishing is that the sword qi traverses along a mysterious trajectory in the air, giving people the feeling of an endless starry sky. Each sword qi is a planet in the universe galaxy, and the thirty-six sword qi It was as if thirty-six planets were rushing towards Yang Ming, the pressure from the bankroll, the aura that seemed to crush everything in front of him, the invincible sword aura that seemed to split the entire star field in half, It is enough to make all god-level powerhouses below the first-level gods tremble with fear. This is not a soul skill that belongs to the world at all, but a divine skill that belongs to the first-level gods!
"Divine skill! Starry sky swordsmanship!"
After the sword energy came out, Yan Long said the name of this move lightly.
Using the planet as a whetstone and watering the sword body with the blood of thousands of living beings, he shaped this starry sky sword technique that has made countless races change their colors!
I have to say that Yan Long is worthy of being the eldest son of the Crimson Mother. Even though he was also instilled with the energy of the Crimson Realm, he is completely different from his "brothers and sisters". Xibei goods, but a strong man who has actually polished energy into his own strength.
Even if he was as strong as Yang Ming, he didn't dare to be careless in the face of this magnificent starry sky swordsmanship.
"It's no wonder that the Crimson Realm can dominate the void side. It has not been eradicated for thousands of years. As expected, there are no worthless people under the reputation. You are qualified to be my opponent."
With a calm tone, Yang Ming said the words that made the veins on the foreheads of Yan Long and Tianshen pop.
"Clang!"
A blood-red mysterious sword came out of its sheath and fell into Yang Ming's hands.
As Yang Ming's first martial soul, the mysterious sword can grow bigger as Yang Ming's size grows, and after Yang Ming's real cultivation level reaches the second-level god, this sword has slaughtered tens of thousands of soul beasts and enemies. , and even drank the blood of the gods, the essence of the killing sword has also undergone transformation, and it has been sublimated into a second-level artifact. Although it is not as good as the super artifact in Yan Long's hands, Yang Ming is confident that with the characteristics of the mysterious sword, its The sharpness so far is enough to make him meet gods and kill gods, meet Buddhas and kill Buddhas!
The moment the mysterious sword came out, a murderous intent permeated the world, and a buzzing sound was transmitted from the sword, accompanied by an invisible killing intent.
Within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, tens of millions of derivative creatures suddenly felt a killing intent, their eyes were blurred with blood, and then, driven by the endless killing intent, they swung their sharp blades at their companions , The white knife enters and the red knife exits, killing all the companions around him.
All of a sudden, the land of thousands of miles turned into a Shura field, and all the derivative creatures were killed like crazy.
Even Yan Long and Tian Shen were affected, with a red light shining in their eyes, and then under the control of strong willpower, they barely suppressed their killing intent.
The first moment when their eyes regained their clarity, Yan Long and Tian Shen looked at the mysterious sword with vigilance. They didn't expect it to be a magic sword that could affect people's mood!
Yang Ming didn't know what the two of them were thinking. While using the space rules as much as possible to avoid Yan Long's starry sky swordsmanship, he slowly unfolded the Nine Tribulations swordsmanship.
The seventh form of the Nine Tribulations Sword Art!
"Big clumsy without a front, the sky wants to sink,"
"Bladeless Wuhan Jian Yisen."
"Life and death Fang Xiao sword first sharpened,"
"Only through the vicissitudes of life can we know the silent soul."
The seventh celestial phenomenon in the Nine Tribulations breeds countless possibilities, corresponding to the countless stars in the universe.
Yang Ming raises the sword in his hand and falls, in the sword technique there are brilliant stars, the sun and the moon shine together, sometimes a comet hits the moon, sometimes nine stars connect to each other, sometimes stars surround the moon, it is unpredictable and wonderful, even the face Long Deyi's divine skill Starry Sky swordsmanship also pales in comparison to this set of Nine Tribulations swordsmanship.
The starry sky is brilliant, but it is a bit monotonous after all, so how can it compare to the endlessness of the sky?
What's more, Yang Ming's swordsmanship is not only good-looking, it can be used to parry, block, defend, or attack. Every move and style contains infinite possibilities, and the combination of each other is even more dazzling. endlessly.
During the short quarter of an hour of fighting, Yan Long became more and more frightened as he fought. From being smug at the beginning, to being extremely surprised, then to being overwhelmed, and finally to unbelievable, his inner emotions were like riding a roller coaster. Constantly going up and down, he experienced ups and downs, but this was not the result he wanted!
However, when Yan Long wanted to withdraw, he was horrified to find that he had been involved in the boundless universe unknowingly. No, that was not the universe, but the magnificent evolution of the Nine Tribulations Sword Technique. The weather made it impossible for Yan Long to escape!
"Damn it, Tianshen, when are you going to watch the show!"
Realizing that he couldn't get out of the predicament in a short time, and he was getting deeper and deeper, Yan Long's handsome face twisted, and he made a questioning sound.
Tianshen, who looked somewhat similar to the Abyss Sage King, couldn't sit still at this time, and his confidence in Yan Long had almost collapsed at the beginning. Knowing that the other party was now alone, he immediately stepped forward.
Tianshen stepped on the dragon, with his hands folded in front of his chest, and the faces of evil spirits emerged from his body, and then one by one evil spirits broke free.
The gloomy and extremely cold air enveloped the land for thousands of miles. From a distance, it was like falling into the depths of the Nine Nethers all at once. The cold wind was accompanied by countless evil spirits. The faces of these evil spirits were like a Zhang Zhang's dead creatures from the abyss, among them are many old acquaintances that Yang Ming has met, such as the abyss ant emperor, abyss lizard emperor, abyss spirit emperor, abyss wisdom emperor...
When every evil spirit looked at Yang Ming, their faces showed hatred, obviously full of deep hatred for the mastermind behind the destruction of the abyss world!