Chapter 12 The Fire of War

And at this moment, the Buddha light has also entered the secret room in the depths of Huangquan Gate.

Before the Huangquan Holy Mountain Hall.

The battle between Yan Nature and Ye Feng has also reached the white-hot stage. Looking at Ye Feng, who was intact, his expression changed greatly and his mouth roared repeatedly.

At this moment, Ye Feng smiled evilly. The strange light flashed in his eyes, and the unpredictable thoughts fluctuated to the limit by Ye Feng. In an instant, he constantly mobilized hundreds of thousands of thoughts to attack. In an instant, he heard Yan naturally scream. The black light all over his body flashed uncertainly, and his power was chaotic.

With a roar, Yan naturally endured the severe pain of his brain, used the defensive boundary, and put 30 light masks outside his body, which blocked Ye Feng's attack.

Looking up, Yan's natural eyes were crazy, and he looked like a beast, staring at Ye Feng insidiously. At this moment, Ye Feng once again narrowed the isolation distance between each other, and his hands urged the anti-sky boxing and mobilized the attack at the same time.

Knowing that Ye Feng's boxing has ghosts, Yan naturally dodged cleverly. His hands were shaking, the black clouds were flying, and the red flames reflected the sky. It was only a long time. Within a few miles, the sky around became black and red. The rolling black clouds, and the fire became the sharp blade of Yan naturally. They would gather outside Ye Feng and attack him fiercely. .

In the face of the terrorist attack, Ye Feng's expression was majestic, and his body mobilized his position at an incomparable speed. He was isolated from Yan Nature, and his hands always threatened his strength.

Perceiling that the situation was not good, Yan naturally turned his eyes and shot four in four different directions. After that, each of the nine figures changed into four virtual shadows again, extending around in a continuous way to avoid Ye Feng's pursuit.

However, what he doesn't know is that Ye Feng's thoughts fluctuate, and the frequency of its change is far greater than the speed of human body's change, which is dozens of times. Therefore, no matter how he changes, Ye Feng is always accompanied by him like a shadow, and the danger has always been.

He was shocked to realize that he could not break free from Ye Feng's tracking. Under natural anger, he thought. His hands crossed his chest, knotted a fierce fire seal, and tried his best to stimulate the magic in his body. Through this mark, he sent out a black flame and flew to Ye Feng's chest.

This move is the magic flame that Yan Nature learned!

The black flame totem made Ye Feng stunned, but he was not surprised at all. For the black flame, he was extremely familiar.

However, when the black flame really hit Ye Feng, Ye Feng found that the flame was a little strange. After entering his body, it constantly blocked his three meridians, which made his heavenly power a pause, and his whole body showed constant changes.

This kind of thing made Ye Feng extremely surprised and made Ye Feng's mind slightly different, but he was very clear that this was Yan's natural layout, so the speed did not decrease at all. While melting the power with strength, he said, "The feeling of death is always a little scary, but what is more terrible is sadness. When the shadow of death covers your heart, fear fills your heart. What else do you think is there besides fear and helplessness?

He stared at Ye Feng angrily. Yan was extremely angry with him today. Obviously, his cultivation was stronger than Ye Feng, but he was threatened by him several times and controlled by him, which made Yan naturally so angry that he really wanted to go crazy.

Assuming that he changed his past self, Yan naturally knew that he had already fought with him, but at this moment, he has changed greatly. He let his heart be angry again, but he tried his best to calm down and then observed the situation around him.

Looking at him quietly and in shock, Ye Feng was also a little surprised today. Yan naturally was mad by himself several times, but every time he forcibly resisted it. This was a very ordinary thing, and there must be something subtle.

Deep in the Huangquan Gate.

The monk Huineng muttered to himself with some doubts: "Amitabha, the temple has sent me to Huangquanmen since a few days ago to rescue Bitong. Until today, under the sacrifice of the life of the devil's benefactor, I have a little chance to enter the depths of Huangquanmen, but I don't know which secret room Bitong's benefactor is hiding now."

Outside the gate of Huangquan Shengshan Hall, the battle situation is fierce at this moment. The masters of all sides show their own wonders. The gloomy breath of Shura Taoism and the golden light of the empty door are constantly flashing. The power of Taoism and the gloomy and evil magic of Huangquanmen are fighting against each other. For a while, each has its own victory or defeat, and we can't hold on.

And among all the fighting, the most fierce is the scene of the Twelve Golden Immortals and the Lord of Huangquan Gate.

The battle has reached this stage, and the twelve golden immortals and the master of Huangquan also have to take action.

The battle between them can be called a stormy wave, and the country is shaking.

From the beginning, the black wind column rolled straight into the sky. Under the hard work of Huangquan Gate, the color became darker and stronger, and the power became stronger and stronger. Finally, it will converge into a beam of skylight, and violently collide with the red light column emitted by the twelve golden immortals.

Between each other, thunder, lightning roaring, all kinds of fine sparks, staggered splashing, like clouds, emitting colorful and brilliant brilliance.

After that, with the fierce impact, the two forces of good and evil show their own power.

The black beam of light, with the power of devouring space, absorbed the surrounding space crazily and turned into its own power. And the golden beam of light is full of air.

The owner of Huangquan Gate constantly increases his power by devouring people's hearts and souls and swallowing people's spirits.

The extremely strong forces collide with each other, and a terrible explosion occurs in an instant. In the narrow space, it constantly expands, constantly mutates, and finally reaches a critical point and turns into a world-shaking power storm.

The continuous confrontation increases the time of the explosion and constantly produces the formation of a storm.

In the end, when the two forces are completely integrated in the same narrow space, all the changes, all the forces, are solidified together, and instantly burst out the power of the world.

The eye-catching light shocked the whole audience. At that moment, everyone could not open their eyes and could only feel the destructive power with their thoughts.

The sky, the thunder shakes, and the strong sound waves are like infinite energy, which not only makes everyone panic, but also the airflow is even more magnificent, shaking every strong man in the war.

The ground, hard rock, an inch of depression, centered on the position of the two people, scattered around, and finally formed a tunnel with a diameter of 100 feet, and a depth of the depression reached a foot and two feet, which shocked the whole audience.

The strong confrontation provoked a series of explosions, which were greatly affected for several miles. When the light faded and the clouds drifted away, in the sky, the master of Huangquan had retreated 30 feet, and his body was covered with blood. Knowing that this blow, he was greatly traumatized.

On the other side, the owner of Huangquan was lying on the ground awkwardly, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, his expression was vicissitudes, and his body was flashing with fragile black light.

Looking at the twelve golden immortals from afar, the owner of Huangquan's eyes were dark, and a helpless look appeared on his face. At this moment, he, who was seriously injured, felt panic, but in his panic, there was another unpredictable feeling.

At this moment, there is a muttering sound of Buddha, which is constantly coming out, and the golden light of Buddhism also appears in the sky.

At this moment, the owner of Huangquan's eyes changed, looked into the distance, and shouted coldly, "Who is it, come out?"

No one responded to the sky, but the voice became more and more firm.

Later, everyone heard that it was the sound of knocking on the wooden fish, and they all felt strange.

Some people in Huangquanmen have strange expressions, that is, Yitian and Our Lady of Colorful Clouds. Their expressions are changeable, which shows how complicated their moods are.

On the ground, a smile appeared on Ye Feng's face, and his eyes moved to the sky. At this moment, there were three figures, living in three directions, each of which was different.

The first place is a monk in a coat. Wearing a cassage, a wooden fish in the left hand, a wooden hammer in the right hand, constantly beating, and a string of exquisite Buddha beads hanging around his neck. This is the Dizang Bodhisattva.

The second is the spiritual treasure sect of the heavenly world, the spiritual treasure venerable.

The third place is Prince Aoyun of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.

Looking at the three people, the expression of the owner of Huangquan Gate changed and said in a low voice, "Big Leiyin Temple Dizang Bodhisattva, Lingbao Venerable, Prince Aoyun of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, I didn't expect that the three of you came to my Huangquan Holy Mountain. I advised you not to provoke me, otherwise, you will regret it today."

"Amitabha, Lord of Huangquan Gate, this is not good. Since you know the identity of the three of us, why do you have to say words that we will regret? The Tibetan Bodhisattva said.

The master of Huangquan snorted and shouted, "That's good. With the help of the infinite magic on the Holy Mountain of Huangquan, I have collected a few more souls. Now, you can die!"

At this moment, on the Holy Mountain of Huangquan, a magic beam of light emerged. The powerful and horrible power burst out from his body. In an instant, it formed a black light column, which rotated and reverberated constantly.

At the same time, the owner of Huangquan Gate buckles the formula with his left hand, and the body is divided into eight under the urging of mind. Each body flashes with an uncertain light, and there is a blood line connected to form a ring. At the same time, it emits eight beams of light from yin to evil, like the pillar of Optimus Prime and the light from magic. They are connected, stirring up hundreds of feet of space nearby.

The expression changed slightly, and the three of them screamed like thunder, and also attacked at the same time.

At first, the Dizang Bodhisattva was full of golden light, and countless Buddhas were changed from a little golden light and wrapped around him. In his hand, the wooden fish knocked, and the sound of dongdong was indifferent at first glance, but after a long time, it was like thunder, and each sound was shocking and shocking.

In addition, the faster the wooden fish is, the faster it is. The Dizang Bodhisattva hung the string of Buddha beads on his neck and flew away from his body. In the sky, a huge and strange Buddhist power was formed. As he rotated, he flew out a few feet away, spit out the power of Buddhism and Tao from his mouth. The power of Buddhism, like a blade, the place where he said The space is broken and nothing is extinguished.