Chapter 388 Shocking Four Seats

For the same world-watching Buddha, the breath of Yang Potian is obviously different and more powerful than the smell of Yu's smile.

Each sect has its own mystery of not passing on, and the effect of its disciples to visualizing Buddha must be completely different. This is why many people are desperate to squeeze into the desire of Van Solomon, not to mention Van Solomon, that is, it is very difficult for such a sect like Huayan to get started.

Compared with those who practice the souls of the five series, the scattered cultivation of the Brahma sect is much less.

How can a person have so many visual Buddhas? How can he have all kinds of secret skills? Only all major schools can master such resources.

Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, Zhao Haoran is a five-series soul man who will not be excluded on Mercury, but he is definitely not as good as a disciple of Brahma.

The little fire dragon doesn't care about Buddha or Buddha. It subconsciously thinks that this huge golden illusion threat should be greater.

The body only a few feet long is very flexible, waving its tail, and the sound of crackling in the air of **. Mercury is full of aura. Correspondingly, the space is also much stronger than the soul martial arts continent, which is extremely difficult to break. The ** of the small fire dragon only makes the space have some slight cracks, and then quickly replenished intact.

seems to be very dissatisfied, and everyone can feel its displeasure.

As soon as I worked hard, the stable space seemed to have been thrown into the lake of stones, with layers of ripples echoing around the sun.

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha's name opened his mouth instantly calmed down the restless space and calmed down in an instant.

The willow branches gently brush, and the water vapor will spread. The more they gather, the breath of life and endless vitality should be wrapped around the small fire dragon.

The little fire dragon spit out a bead fireball in its mouth, which is not weaker than any magic power. It burns and the water vapor dissipates slowly, but it can't stop the bead fireball coming out for free.

Yang Potian was irritable. He didn't expect this beast to be so difficult to deal with. Where did Zhao Haoran come from and why was it so powerful?

What is contained in the jade bottle is an infinite world, which not only contains the real world, but also contains the real world. It sounds contradictory, but he is indeed. Rumors can cultivate the Buddha to a very profound level and freely master the space inside it. It is a creator and a rule. The maker!

Obviously, the sun is far from reaching this level.

The Buddha's fingers quickly pinched the complex formula. Zhao Haoran only felt a flower in front of him and suddenly came to another place without any signs.

But he was not in a hurry and began to enjoy the scenery around him. Only if he was willing, he could break out at any time.

Zhaoran wants to see what the world of jade bottles of the Buddha looks like. It seems that after a long time and hundreds of years, he still can't see it all.

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose and stayed here for a hundred years. He didn't know what happened outside, and there was no point in staying any longer.

The soul force directly dispersed the space that besieged him, and happened to see the scene of the little fire dragon being scattered by the sun breaking the sky.

Zhao Haoran is a little puzzled. They have been fighting here for hundreds of years?

Look at Ye Wen and others around, there is no change from before.

With a movement in my heart, I came to an amazing conclusion that the space in the jade bottle has the function of making time stationary.

Although it couldn't be completely still, it became extremely slow. A hundred years passed inside, and it was only for a moment outside. Zhao Haoran's heart beat faster and took a deep breath to calm down. I don't know how many people know this secret.

If you practice in a jade bottle, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort. With such an environment, nothing else can be done.

In fact, things are not as perfect as Zhao Haoran imagined. The aura in the jade bottle is thin and not suitable for cultivation at all. The environment of Mercury is very different. Even if it is a hundred years, it is not much better than a day outside.

Even if you know such a situation, few soul people are willing to practice inside. It is boring and the effect is not good. How can it be satisfactory?

Yang Potian didn't know Zhao Haoran's idea. Defeating the little fire dragon consumes a lot of soul power. If Zhao Haoran hadn't been sucked into the jade bottle space and the power of the little fire dragon was difficult to maintain, I don't know how much effort it would take.

Yang Potian looked at Zhao Haoran arrogantly, "After all, your magical power has been broken by me. Let's see what else you can do."

Zhao Haoran seems to have no sense, and even has no waves on his face, which makes Yang Potian very angry. Can't he even be angry if his magic power is broken?

Zhao Haoran couldn't help laughing. Yang Potian was like a child who was robbed of a toy. What he has been proud of for many years has not been recognized by others, and he feels insulted. Such a person has never experienced setbacks and always thinks that he is the boss, his second.

"Why are you laughing? You're dying." Yang Potian didn't know where his anger came from.

"Wash all the lead into plain face!"

Zhao Haoran is not surprised by the magical power he has seen before. The magical power of the same world-viewing Buddha should not be far from each other.

When dead wood comes in spring, everything grows, and the next thing is the death that is bound to decline.

Suddenly, he noticed something. Zhao Haoran smiled and didn't take action. He seemed to be an outsider, looking at the dead air rushing towards him.

The wind without warning made people's eyes unable to open, and the magic power of the sun broke the sky disappeared.

"Here it comes."

"Ye."

Neither of them likes to talk a lot, and all the meanings are expressed in these three or two words.

Ye Wen's bare feet patted on the ground, and things were getting more and more interesting.

"Who are you?" Yang Potian was shocked and dropped his chin. Why did a demon cultivation that he had never seen suddenly appear? His strength is still strong? What's wrong with this today? Is it a gathering of Huayuan returning to a strong man?

How can the golden-winged Dapeng pay attention to him? "Master, kill him?"

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose with a smile. The golden-winged roc realized it and instantly turned into an ontology. In the face of strong people of the same level, he must show the corresponding strength.

Yang Potian gasped. The two directly ignored him. When discussing themselves, they seemed to be meat on the chopping board and slaughtered by others.

"Unbridled, you all have to die."

The sun broke through the sky and stormed away. A soul person who returned to the same yuan was violently away by anger, which was very rare, but also very terrible.

The magic power seemed to boil and burned. The sun broke the sky into a hedgehog with thorns all over, and no one could touch it.

Golden-winged Dapeng ignored it at all. Zhao Haoran's words were an order. Even if the opposite was a soul saint, he would rush up without hesitation. The master's words were never missed and never harmed him. There were only endless benefits. His strength soared and his cultivation soared.

Yang Potian, who ignited his fierce anger, was a fierce magic power every time he took action. The golden-winged roc was irresistible and dangerous, but it was always just right to avoid it.

Once or twice is luck, what is that many times? It's strength!

If the calm Yang breaks the sky and enters the country with the golden-winged Dapeng cultivation, it is almost impossible to be an opponent, but the violent Yang breaks the sky loses his mind and takes a fierce action, but it can't hurt the golden-winged Dapeng.

For a long time, the sun gradually became a little weak, and it was a little slower when it took action.

These subtle changes became huge flaws in the eyes of the golden-winged roc.

Finding the opportunity, a magic power went straight away, and the sun broke the sky and couldn't dodge, hitting his chest.

Yang Potian's face turned pale and he didn't dare to stay any longer. No matter how arrogant he was, he knew that it was more important to save his life, and he jumped out of nowhere.

The golden-winged roc waved his wings, and Zhao Haoran shouted, "Come back, don't chase."

According to the speed of the golden-winged Dapeng, it was more than enough to catch up with the sun. Then at this moment, Zhao Haoran shouted to stop. Although the golden-winged roc was puzzled, he still obediently returned to Zhao Haoran.

Ye Wen's eyes at Zhao Haoran are getting more and more different. This son is by no means a thing in the pool.

"Master, just let him go?"

"Don't chase the poor." Zhao Haoran had an unfathomable smile.

What is the identity of Yang Potian? The nephew of the owner of Brahman, and has the cultivation of reunification. It is not easy to achieve in a thousand years. No matter where he is, he is the object of key protection. When there are usually fights, I believe that as the master of Brahman, he will definitely not do it for a nephew, let alone just It's just a complaint.

But if it hurts Yang Potian's life, that's another saying. Zhao Haoran also wants to stay with Mercury and find some items to help visualise the Buddha statue. In the rest of the place, there must be no such a magnificent resource as Mercury.

When the sun breaks the sky and dies, the Lord of the Brahman Gate must be furious. At that time, it will not be worth the pursuit of the world.

Zhao Haoran is not afraid, but he is not stunned. It's not worth it for a moment of pleasure!

And Ye Wen obviously saw Zhao Haoran's idea and greeted him with a smile, " Elder Zhao, who is this? Give me an introduction."

The hall was damaged, and Ye Wen's mood was not as bad as he thought.

"This is mine..."

"Servant!" Golden-winged Dapeng rarely rushed to speak. Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose and did not continue.

Yu smiled and took a cold breath. Zhao Haoran made him unable to see through it. He still knew a little about this golden-winged roc, talented demon cultivation, strong strength, and it seemed that this golden-winged roc was more powerful than he had heard. Although Yang broke his mind, it was still not easy to defeat him.

At least Yu smiled and couldn't do it, and such a demon cultivation turned out to be a servant of Zhao Haoran. It seems that he is willing to be ordinary. So how strong is the strength of this master?

No one can guess that the souls who came to participate in the ten thousand birthday of Yu Smile felt that this trip was worthwhile.