Chapter 884 Cold Soul Thunder

Four spiritual lights gathered together at a height of a thousand feet, and then spread out, forming a flat transparent light shield with a length and width of a thousand feet.

Then, from the flat transparent light shield, a semicircular light shield rose again, forming a closed space.

After doing all this, the star ring in Yu Lin Zhantian's hand flashed with spiritual light, and a square jade plate appeared in his hand. He stretched out his palm, and the jade plate immediately floated into the air. After rising to a height of dozens of feet, it immediately began to grow.

Soon, a jade plate of ten feet in size was formed. The jade plate was divided into many small grids, and each grid had a number on it.

Xiao Lin took a rough look and saw that there were a total of twenty numbers on it, from one to twenty, and these twenty grids were also four different colors, with five grids for each color.

They were yellow, red, green, and gray.

"According to the previous rules, my Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong will first select the opponent." Yu Lin Zhantian glanced at the other three and said in a deep voice.

At this time, Xiao Lin and the other five people also came behind Yulin Zhantian, and the other three sects did the same. The people who participated in the gambling fight also came to the center.

After hearing this, Song Qing took the lead and pointed to a bitter-faced monk in his forties from the Xiji Ancient Buddha Tian Sect, and said, "Song will choose the master?"

After saying this, Song Qing's body floated into the air and flew directly towards the light shield in the sky. Soon he passed through the light shield and entered it.

This light shield was like a huge semicircle, forming a transparent fighting field, and the coverage area was a thousand feet. Even if the late Nascent Soul cultivators fought, they could fully display it.

The bitter-faced monk flashed with golden light, and then turned into a golden light that flew into the air, penetrated the light shield directly, and landed in front of Song Qing.

"Amitabha, I am Fayuan, may I know your name?"

The rule of the Millennium Competition is to prioritize the opponents according to the ranking of the scores in the last Millennium Competition. The Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong ranked first in the last Millennium Competition, so the five contestants of the Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong can prioritize the opponents.

This is undoubtedly a great advantage, and you can choose weaker opponents.

As long as you defeat your opponent, you can advance to the next round and accumulate one point. And so on. Finally, the ranking is determined according to the points and the final winner.

Song Qing first chose the monk Fayuan from the Xiji Ancient Buddha Tianzong. This monk Fayuan is definitely the weakest among the five people sent by the Xiji Ancient Buddha Tianzong. From this, it can be seen that Song Qing, who seems to be cheerful, is actually clear-minded and understands the principle of not giving up.

Xiao Lin and the other four people were naturally embarrassed to compete with the only female fellow disciple.

"Bald donkey, stop talking nonsense, take it." Song Qing's eyebrows were full of murderous intent. With a wave of his sleeves, cold stars flew out of the sky and shot towards Monk Fayuan.

Seeing this, Monk Fayuan calmly chanted a Buddhist name. With the chanting, a strong golden light flashed around him. At the same time, a golden rainbow flew out from the golden light and flew towards the cold stars.

After flying a hundred feet, the figure of the demon-subduing pestle in the golden rainbow appeared.

Song Qing's pretty face condensed, and her figure flew upwards. The cold stars in the sky also gathered together in an instant, turning into a galaxy, and fell on Monk Fayuan's head.

At the same time, Song Qing opened his mouth, and a yellowish-brown spiritual light shot out from it, and then a black tortoise of more than ten feet in size emerged and directly wrapped Song Qing inside.

At this time, Xiao Lin and others saw that in front of Song Qing was a tortoise shell of several feet in size, exuding a heavy breath.

"Bang~"

A loud noise was heard, and the demon-subduing pestle hit the tortoise shell directly, bursting out with golden light all over the sky. Song Qing's delicate body shook slightly and disappeared without a trace. Above Monk Fayuan, less than a few feet away, his figure appeared, and the long river of cold stars had already reached the sky above Monk Fayuan's head.

"Amitabha." Monk Fayuan's body flashed with golden light and spread out, followed by a "clang clang clang" sound, and the cold stars scattered all over the sky, but these cold stars immediately condensed back again after being shaken away, and kept attacking Monk Fayuan.

Monk Fayuan frowned slightly, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, muttering something in his mouth, and the cassock on his body danced fiercely, and golden light emerged from his body, turning into golden light to block Song Qing's attack.

Seeing this, Song Qing's eyes flashed with a trace of anger. Fayuan's move meant that he looked down on her, which made her angry.

As soon as the sandalwood mouth opened, a fist-sized spiritual light shot out. The spiritual light flashed and went directly to the top of Monk Fayuan's head. Monk Fayuan instantly felt a chill coming, and the Buddha power in his body was frantically urged. A large piece of golden light spread out, and even condensed a golden light shield directly outside his body.

"Boom~~" The fist-sized spiritual light shot onto the light shield and exploded immediately. The huge impact force almost instantly tore the golden light shield apart.

Monk Fayuan's face changed, and with a wave of his sleeves, his figure retreated like a phantom. A row of figures swept by, and he had already retreated a hundred feet away, but his sleeves were already riddled with holes, and a layer of light white frost condensed.

"What a cold soul Yin Lei, I didn't expect the donor to use such a sinister method." Monk Fayuan said with a flash of coldness on his face.

"When monks fight each other to the death, how can there be any vicious talk? Master, please take another move from me." The coldness on Song Qing's pretty face became even stronger, and the cold stars in the sky shot towards Monk Fayuan again.

The monk Fayuan once again used the golden light to protect his body, and at the same time, with a long move, the demon-subduing pestle immediately turned into a golden light, slashing at Song Qing's back from behind.

The shield in front of Song Qing shook slightly and reached behind him. At the same time, he pinched the magic formula with both hands, changing constantly, and a series of green spiritual lights flew into the sky full of cold stars.

The sky full of cold stars suddenly condensed together, and turned into a green spiritual light about a foot long, which flashed away.

"Bang~~" With a crisp sound, the monk Fayuan's face turned pale and looked at his monk's robe. On one side of his chest, there was a fist-sized hole that pierced through his skin.

A wisp of blood spread from one side of his chest.

"Piercing the cold needle?" The monk Fayuan's face changed. He never thought that the woman in front of him had cultivated the cold evil. Although this magical power was not as good as the three great divine lights, it was also a famous magical secret technique, and the conditions for cultivation were also extremely harsh.

Once the Cold Sha Breaking Technique is mastered, the Cold Sha can be injected into the magic weapon through the spell, which is specifically used to break the immortal Qi and the golden body of the Buddha. It is extremely powerful.

Monk Fayuan was careless and almost suffered a great loss. Fortunately, at the critical moment, Monk Fayuan slightly turned his body to avoid the vital point, allowing the Cold Sha Breaking Needle to pass through his body and only break his skin.

Otherwise, if it was really pierced through his body, half of his body would be frozen immediately, and many magical powers would not be able to be used.

Monk Fayuan shouted angrily, and then the obscure sound of chanting scriptures sounded from his mouth. The golden light on his body surged again, and then he slapped Song Qing with one palm.

A golden palm print shot out through his palm. This golden palm print rapidly grew larger. When it arrived in front of Song Qing, it was already a hundred feet in size, just like a big hand slapping a mosquito.

Song Qing's pretty face was solemn, but she did not show any fear. The cold stars around her suddenly gathered together, and then turned into a green spiritual light that wrapped Song Qing. A long green needle appeared above her head.

"Break~~" With a finger pointing, the long green needle immediately turned around and headed towards the huge palm print, and the two collided with each other in an instant.

"Boom~~" A loud noise was heard, and the light shield of the fighting field flashed wildly.

I saw that the huge golden palm print was pierced directly from the palm by the green spiritual light, and then turned into a spiritual light that dissipated and disappeared. After penetrating the Buddha's palm, the green spiritual light also became dim and black, revealing dozens of inch-long green gold needles.

When the two of them took action, they used all their means, especially Song Qing, who was a woman, but did not show any mercy.

But this is not surprising. This kind of gambling fight represents the sect and also represents supreme honor. If you can win the millennium competition, you will definitely get rich rewards when you return to the sect.

There is no doubt about this.

"The master's small palm print has reached the realm of perfection, but it is a pity that it has not reached the realm of the Buddha's hand print, otherwise I can't resist it."

"Amitabha, the female donor's broken Gang Hansha also makes me admire." The monk Fayuan's mouth once again rang out the loud voice of chanting scriptures, and his body flashed with dazzling golden light again.

The demon pestle directly grew to a size of a hundred feet and smashed towards Song Qing in the air.

At the same time, he stretched out one hand and slowly pushed it out from the chest. Suddenly, his palm was full of golden light, and golden palm prints came out one after another. These palm prints were about a foot apart, and gradually grew larger as they moved forward. When they were more than a hundred feet away from Song Qing, they had already turned into a size of a hundred feet and printed towards her.

Xiao Lin, who was watching the battle, was also slightly surprised. After counting carefully, it was not difficult to find that there were six golden palm prints, stacked in a row, pushing towards Song Qing.

Song Qing did not even look at the demon-subduing pestle above her head, and the shield beside her went up by itself. At this moment, she looked at the stacked palm prints with a heavy face, and her eyes showed a bit of fear.

But soon this fear turned into a cold, and her sandalwood mouth opened, and a large piece of emerald green spiritual light shot out. These emerald green spiritual lights soon turned into dozens of groups, floating in front of her.

Each light group was the size of a fist, in the shape of a round bead, and the halo on the surface kept flowing. If you stare at it, you will feel dizzy.

It was the cold soul Yin thunder that Song Qing had painstakingly practiced. One of these cold soul Yin thunders was enough to flatten a mountain. Now there were more than a dozen in a row, which could be said to be a lot of money. Even Monk Fayuan showed a surprised expression on his face when he saw the dozen or so green spiritual lights.