Chapter 327 The Disaster of Destruction

Haotian Xueling is the secret of the ancestor of the mixed Kun. It has always been his last killer. If it weren't for the fact that Kunpeng couldn't hold on this time, maybe this unconverted secret would have been passed on.

Zhang Zixuan appeared one by one, and he was suddenly a little afraid. After all, this is Haotian Xueling, one of the three founding artifacts, the moonlight treasure box of land pressure, and the colorful spiritual stone of Nuwa. This is a level of thing, and now there are few things in my hand that can be comparable to it.

Now, the ancestor also decided to teach him a lesson. The exquisite Haotian snow bell shook slightly, and a series of transparent ripples passed through the bell and turned to Xiao Yu's body.

Zhang Zixuan naturally refused to wait for death. He stood up his Xuanlong sword, and then the Dacheng five-e elements flag on his body shined even more, even shining over the bright sun in the sky.

The ancestor of Hun Kun snorted coldly and said, "Just you, do you still want to block my road to unification? Ridiculous! Funny!"

Zhang Zixuan did not reply, because the transparent ripples of Haotian Xueling have spread to him.

With the support of Xuanxuqi, the Dacheng five-e elements flag has been integrated with the five elements flag of the day after tomorrow. The light mask is almost transparent. Where the glow shines, all the light competition is restrained.

The ripples spread to the mask formed by the Dacheng Five-element flag. The glow disappeared, leaving only the sound of cotton and silk tearing. Looking at it again, the mask of the five-element flag could not even stop the ripples of a Haotian snow bell!

Zhang Zixuan was also secretly surprised. It is not a short time for this innate five-e elements flag to follow him, but almost no one can break through this solid layer of defense.

However, today, he was very surprised. The ripples of the Haotian snow bell not only broke the defense, but also broke so easily that it was a little incredible.

"Are you scared? Are you scared? This is the effect I want!" The ancestor of Hun Kun laughed and shook the Haotian snow bell in his hand. This time, it was no longer a slow transparent ripple, but a colorful ripple of colorful glow flashed.

"Bang!" There is no doubt that this colorful glow will go directly to Zhang Zixuan's life.

Chaos God's Mansion? No, it must be late at this time! Chaos key? No, if this thing is broken by Haotian Xueling, I don't even have a chance to resist. Annihilation armor? What's more nonsense! The ripples of Haotian Xueling are not a simple spiritual attack at first glance. They want to resist the attack of Haotian Xueling, unless it is pure, refined ten times and array-assisted Tianji Baojin!

Thinking of this, Zhang Zixuan's heart hesitated again.

"Master, you can try it with me!"

Several mythical beasts, Zhang Zixuan asked them to either support all parties or accompany the three ladies to the demon world. At this time, the only thing that can speak is the Xuanlong sword in his right arm.

"Can you do it? After all, you did your best just now..." Zhang Zixuan said this, and he hesitated for a while.

"Master, use me with all your strength and turn it into the form of a chaotic sword!" Xuanlong Sword reminded.

"Okay, let's trust you once!" Zhang Zixuan thought to himself that he should be a living horse doctor first. If he really didn't die, he should be able to see the victory of this battle, right?

"Chaotic Sword Light!" Zhang Zixuan was the first time to use the chaotic sword light with all his strength. The gray breath on the Xuanlong sword suddenly flashed away, and it was covered with layers of chaotic sword light like a sword, rather than to send it, as if the original Xuanlong sword was the same size.

The ancestor of Hun Kun was also a little strange. He looked at the Xuanlong sword, which seemed to be more than doubled, and felt the strong chaotic atmosphere. Gujing's face was finally shocked and said, "Ah! What is this?"

"Send you something in the west!" Zhang Zixuan gritted his teeth, and at the moment when the ripples reached him, the raised Xuanlong sword finally fell down and stood hard on the ripples of Haotian.

There was a loud rumbling sound and chaos. In the gray chaotic atmosphere above the sky, the transparent ripples fell down and went straight to the Dary Zen House on the top of the mountain.

Master Pingyi shouted badly, be careful. When the monks heard the words, they immediately entered the boundless Buddha power into the Jinguang Putuo array. The golden light Putuo array of the Dali Zen Academy suddenly emitted a bright golden mask.

The eight faint shadows of the dragons stagnated and merged into one, and finally formed a Buddha's golden body on the platform of a virtual lotus flower. The Buddha restrained his eyes slightly, and the golden lotus platform rotated slightly. The Swastika Buddha's seal on the Buddha's hand shone golden light, blocking the aftermath of the ripples sweeping over.

However, even if this is only the aftermath of the ripples of Haotian snow bells, it still makes them defend with all their strength and return without success.

The virtual shadow of the golden Buddha statue was smashed by the ripples of Haotian in an instant, and the Buddha nature, which had been condensed as an entity, collapsed directly and hit the heads of the monks. The monks felt unimpeded and still read the Heart Sutras selflessly. For them, this catastrophe was just a road of experience.

Three thousand worlds, the evil barrier of the world, will eventually return to the clouds and smoke.

Master Pingyi's eyebrows swept slightly, like an old man who saw through the world, and like a stone facing the sea, serving with a sinking wood. It was not until the Buddha came to the head that he said, "Amitabha, really, the Buddha still invited us!"

The platform carrying tens of thousands of people collapsed under the blow of Haotian Snow Bell. Most of the monks were hit by the blow of Haotian Xueling, and only more than a thousand monks escaped. It is estimated that in the next few hundred years, these more than a thousand monks are the foundation of Buddhism.

Zhang Zixuan saw that under the blow of Haotian Xueling, it completely turned into a beach. He knew that the monks had their own understanding just now, but when he saw them become a pool of meat sauce, he was still a little angry and self-reproached.

If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't stop this move and could only fly it, maybe these people still have something to save!

Thinking of this, Zhang Zixuan raised the Xuanlong sword and pointed to the ancestor of Hun Kun.

"Old thief, I swear to you today that if I can't avenge these Buddhist monks, I, Zhang Zixuan, will definitely die under the five thunderbolts and the destruction of heaven and earth!"

After saying that, the chaotic sword of Xuanlong Sword was powerful again, and Zhang Zixuan's feet stepped out of a beautiful arc, and in a blink of an eye, he rushed to the ancestor of the mixed dragon.

The ancestor was not in a hurry. The first time he saw Zhang Zixuan's appearance, he couldn't help appreciating it.

"Oh!" Kun Peng suddenly shouted inexplicably. If you are an ordinary person, you can't hear any fame. It's just that the ancestor of Kunpeng has been together for a long time, and suddenly you can hear the clue in the call.

"Big brother, long time no see!"

Behind the ancestor of the mixed Kun, suddenly a cold voice came - land pressure!