Chapter 1150 The Holy Scriptures

Pei Junlin punched out suddenly, like the three folds of the Yangtze River, eloquently.

The rune cage around it was washed away in an instant, and the moment the purple light came in front of Pei Junlin, it was instantly drawn in by the opening of the Jindou space.

The purple light was swallowed by the Jindou space, and Pei Junlin didn't stop at this time, and the magnetic magic light all over his body exuded an amazing glow. With a sudden punch, the air was torn apart like a rift, a golden light split the space, and instantly came in front of the brocade-robed youth.

The young man holding the scriptures is obviously a human race, but there are vertical eyes growing between his eyebrows, which is extremely weird.

In an instant, Pei Junlin fought hundreds of moves with the opponent, each winning or losing. However, the essence of boxing that Pei Junlin had just comprehended was softness with hardness, rigidity with softness, rolling fist waves, like Fenglin Volcano.

But the young man seemed to have realized some kind of body technique from it, like a small boat in the waves. Then a tug-of-war started on this mountain, one wanted to snipe and the other wanted to block, and the two sides refused to give in to each other.

"Stop me today, but tomorrow you will bear the karma you planted today." Seeing that he couldn't attack for a long time, the man uttered threatening words.

The strength of the opponent was something that Pei Junlin had never seen in his life, and this person's realm was even lower than Pei Junlin himself, and he was only in the early stage of the Yangshen realm.

But the fighting power of the opponent is extremely astonishing, especially the golden scripture in his hand, which has a huge power that cannot be resisted.

Seeing that Pei Junlin didn't answer, the man couldn't help becoming angry from embarrassment. The golden scroll in his hand suddenly unfolded and a golden light shot up into the sky, completely covering it.

Pei Junlin felt a strong sense of crisis, his hairs stood on end, and his muscles stiffened.

In the face of the crisis of life and death, Pei Junlin finally chose to be calm. Only when he calms down can he carefully find a way to deal with it.

He closed his eyes and began to relax slowly, and quickly entered a magical state of meditation. This is why Yuan Ping, the old god, imparted to Pei Junlin the importance of Buddhist mentality. Some of the mentality was used by Pei Junlin at this time, making him feel like an old monk entering Zen.

The old master of Tai Chi Jianmen, standing aside and seeing Pei Junlin's state of mind, couldn't help but gradually revealed a shocked expression.

There was a strange light in his eyes, as if he admired Pei Junlin very much. The catastrophe of life and death is in front of you, and you can still be so calm and comfortable. This is the quality that a born strong must possess.

Being able to become a strong person in this world is an illusory probability, just like throwing a stone into a puddle the size of a fist from a million kilometers away.

And Pei Junlin just has this kind of foundation, and this kind of thing cannot be learned.

The golden light shrouded from the sky, turned into a golden axe, and hammered towards the Tianling Gai above Pei Junlin's head.

At the last moment, Pei Junlin suddenly opened his eyes, and two rays of light shot out from his eyes to shatter the void, and his energy and spirit merged into one at this moment.

A shocking sword shot up into the sky, the powerful sword light almost pierced through the void, and collided with the golden hammer phantom in an instant.

Pooh!

It was not enough for Jian Guang to defeat the golden phantom, and went upstream to assassinate the young man, trying to disintegrate him in an instant.

If he was swept by the sword light, he would be cut into pieces by five horses. The young man also showed a look of shock on his face, as if he didn't expect Pei Junlin's spirit to be so strong.

The blow just now was a purely mental attack regardless of strength. If Pei Junlin couldn't resist it, he would immediately become a fool.

But what shocked the young man completely was that Pei Junlin directly defeated the condensed spiritual will at the last moment.

What kind of firm will is this?

At this moment, the young man in the brocade robe also realized that if Pei Junlin was not destroyed at this time, he would definitely cultivate a powerful opponent in the future, and this person's strength was no less than that of some saints and saints in the Holy Land.

No wonder a sage once predicted that Emperor Ziwei star would shine on an indigenous planet...

"Pei Junlin, you have to be careful, this person is very dangerous." At this moment, Lord Jin, who was hiding in the Jindou space, suddenly spoke.

Jin Ye has recently absorbed immortal energy, developed a lot of wisdom, and seems to recall a lot of things, and his whole person has become profound.

And the relationship between the two seems to be a bit divided, and they have rarely communicated recently, but Jin Ye reminded him at this time, which could not help but cheer up Pei Junlin.

He had already put life and death aside, wanting to fight to the death with this brocade robed young man. But at this time, Jin Ye's words reminded Pei Junlin that this was not an equal battle.

Especially the golden scripture in the young man's hand, which is definitely not an ordinary thing.

Power, I want power!

A wave of Pei Junlin's spirit instantly entered the Jindou space through his body.

At this time, in the Great Hall of the Other Side in his Golden Dou space, there was the sound of chanting sutras, and streams of white air spewed out from these mouths, and finally gathered on the huge statue.

The sons and goddesses of these foreign monster races paid homage to Pei Junlin at this time, with extremely devout eyes.

Their spirits and blood energy were completely condensed together, gathered on the huge statue, and the prehistoric power was transmitted into Pei Junlin's body through the statue.

Puff puff!

Countless silk threads came through the air, as if they wanted to penetrate Pei Junlin. Pei Junlin's body was spinning in mid-air like a dick, and in the end he was not expected to be able to hide from the countless threads.

Pei Junlin instantly released the pure yang fire bell, enveloping himself and the old master of Tai Chi Sword Gate.

Dangdang!

It was like countless densely packed thin needles hitting the Chunyang Fiery Bell, and waves of shocking power were conveyed into Pei Junlin's ears.

A fire dragon roared and flew up from the Chunyang Liehuo Bell. It was the Nether Real Fire that condensed its consciousness and turned into a fire dragon, intending to completely burn the young man in brocade.

A ferocious doll appeared out of thin air, shrouded in a shocking black aura. Only then did Pei Junlin realize that those silk threads were actually used to control this puppet doll.

The young man's fingers kept flicking, and the spiritual power was channeled into the doll's body, causing the doll to roar angrily, and opened its mouth to swallow the fire dragon transformed into the Nether True Fire.

I could feel a cold aura, as if it was about to freeze the whole world, this cold aura came from that hideous-looking puppet doll.

For a while, the entire mountain was frozen, some trees were directly frozen, and a layer of ice crust formed on the ground.

The power of the fire dragon transformed from Nether Real Fire immediately shrank by half, trembling, and the puppet took the opportunity to bite the fire dragon transformed from Nether True Fire.

Pei Junlin's body was so cold that his blood was not flowing smoothly, and his movements were much slower, but at this time he did not sit still.

Nether Real Fire accompanies him step by step and grows together. If it falls into the hands of this puppet doll at this time, Pei Junlin will definitely not be reconciled.

Without the Netherfire, it would mean that half of the Pure Yang Raging Fire Clock was abolished.

The domain-breaking sword in his hand suddenly shot out a purple lightning, and Pei Junlin flew up, a thick arc, condensed into a vertical line, and instantly cut towards the silk thread behind the puppet doll.

To cut off the threads that control the puppet doll, the puppet doll can be completely destroyed.

Pei Junlin obviously thought too simply, the young man in brocade robe would definitely not let Pei Junlin easily destroy his treasure. With a flick of his wrist, the puppet doll let go of the Netherfire in an instant, and its body suddenly retracted.

The Nether Real Fire roared after being injured, and finally returned to the Chunyang Liehuo Bell, only to see that the pure Yang Liehuo Clock, which was usually brilliant, was now dimmed.

At the moment when Pei Junlin was stunned, the doll puppet rushed up again and opened its mouth wide.

Pei Junlin saw a rope flying out of the puppet doll's mouth, and the whole body was emitting a dark light. In Pei Junlin's eyes, this rope was like a big black centipede, winding towards him very ferociously.

"Not good." Pei Junlin felt bad.

Stepping on his foot, Pei Junlin's shape-shifting phantom changed its direction and performed the Fuyao movement. The sword light in his hand suddenly burst into a dazzling light.

This sword light slashed at the black centipede rope, trying to cut it off directly, but in the end Pei Junlin failed.

This treasure is no small matter. A black mist was sprayed on the Broken Domain Sword in Pei Junlin's hand, immediately causing the Broken Domain Sword to lose its spirituality.

A pitch-black poisonous mist spread over with the wind and entered Pei Junlin's mouth and nose, making his head and eyes dizzy for a moment.

"You seem to be poisoned. It is best to give up the old master of Taiji Sword Gate temporarily and run for your life." The voice of Jin Ye came again.

Suddenly, Pei Junlin was so blessed that he closed his eyes and lay down on the ground. He also casually threw the domain-breaking sword in his hand ten meters away.

Pei Junlin's face turned black, and he was lying on the ground as if he had been exhausted from poisoning. The young man who saw this scene in the distance suddenly showed a complacent look on his face.

The golden scripture in his hand emitted a golden light, and instantly trapped the old master of Taiji Sword Gate, while the young man descended from mid-air, with cold eyes, and walked towards Pei Junlin step by step.

"It seems that I was wrong before. You are not the chosen one, and the luck of the entire indigenous planet is not shrouded in you. You are too weak." The young man walked around Pei Junlin's body for a while. After the circle, a look of disdain appeared on his face.

He pointed at the pitch-black centipede with both hands, and wrapped around Pei Junlin again, opened his mouth wide, and bit Pei Junlin's throat.

At this moment, Pei Junlin, who was already silent on the ground, suddenly jumped up from the ground with a carp. The fist in his hand shot out a spiral of light, and countless divine lights formed a blade, crackling and shattering the surrounding space.

The young man was totally unprepared, he was punched on the throat by Pei Junlin, and with a click, his Adam's apple was directly shattered.