Chapter 347 Fishing for dragonfish in the East China Sea, riding the thunder on the battlefield

That's our battlefield... We? Who are we referring to in Elder An's mouth?

In the faint, Yan Xiaodao only felt that he was getting closer and closer to a shocking secret.

The tide rolled, and the waves were higher than the waves. There seemed to be a legendary beast hidden in the tide, exuding brutal violence and overwhelmingly.

Yan Xiaodao was like a thunder and couldn't help retreating.

Amitabha. You guys are so leisurely."

There was a sneer in his ear. Yan Xiaodao raised his head and looked far away, and a deep surprise appeared on his face again.

The huge waves of tens of miles were separated to both sides, and a snow-white jacket appeared on the waves of dozens of feet, but a monk flew in the air.

"It's a god again!"

Yan Xiaodao rubbed his eyes. He couldn't believe that he had seen two divine masters in a row in one day.

In addition to breaking the void, another way to identify the god master is to see if the other party can fly in the air. Although Tianpin monks can jump thousands of feet, they are easy to fall. Those with superb skills may be able to control the air and stop and run in the sky, but they consume a lot of vitality. Only by breaking through the realm of the divine master can they easily rise with the wind and fly in the sky without the help of Taoist symbols or magic weapons.

Not long after, the monk-like priest came near, and Yan Xiaodao could finally look at it.

Unexpected by Yan Xiaodao, the monk is very handsome. Yan Xiaodao has also seen many beautiful men in the world, but compared with the monks in the sky, he always feels that he lacks something.

As soon as he came into contact with the monk's eyes, Yan Xiaodao's face stiffened, and his blood was frozen in an instant.

After the monk's solemn Dharma, the eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts were actually terrifying demons and fierceness. As soon as the eyes were closed, the two opposite temperaments alternated, converging into a turbulence into Yan Xiaodao's mind and roaring.

"Close your eyes."

An Bochen's voice sounded in his ear, and Yan Xiaodao quickly closed his eyes as if he heard the imperial edict.

The sharp pain in his brain disappeared, and Yan Xiaodao breathed a long sigh. He was afraid and afraid of the monk-like god.

Just a pair of eyes can make him have a splitting headache. If he wants to take his life, it's not a matter of blinking.

However, for a moment, the magnificent momentum came to his face, as if the mountains fell from the sky. Yan Xiaodao shivered and subconsciously opened his eyes.

What appeared in his sight was a crystal clear fist, which was pinched, and a dense cold front flowed in the gap between his five fingers.

Yan Xiaodao's heart thumped and looked at more than a hundred battles in horror.

Da Kuang's top Taoist skills have three levels. The first level is "technics to control the air", and Yan Xiaodao is at this level. The second layer is the "technical painting battle array". In the battle array, the surrounding air is a sharp weapon in your hand. There are no more than 100 people who have mastered this level of Taoist skills, all of whom are generals from all sides. The third layer is the Zhangang. The Zhangang can span more than ten feet like a cyclone, and can also be cast outside the body. The most important point is that the Zhangang is much harder than gold and iron, and can split mountains and break the currents. It can be called the strongest killing weapon in the world. Even the most powerful Taoist skill battle array can't help but hit Zhangang. Those who master the stunts of the war can count the two hands of Da Kuanghu and Wolf. They are all famous and powerful generals.

Yan Xiaodao has also seen several famous generals of the battle, but he has never seen anyone who can send out hundreds of battles at once. It's so horrible that only the divine master can do it.

As soon as the monk punched out, his fist flew, making a roar like a dragon and a tiger, pressing on the blue-shirted man on the east side of the sea.

"General, be careful!"

Yan Xiaodao shouted loudly, and it was clear in his heart that it must be Elder An's right.

There was no movement of An Bochen. It seemed that his arm just flashed down, and a ten-foot-long war was pulled out of the sea. The gun was wrapped in waves and rotated like a water dragon facing the fist.

Yan Xiaodao's tightly pinched fists were full of sweat, silently cheering for An Bochen.

Seeing that the gun and the dense fists were about to fight, the wind and clouds suddenly changed. The monks suspended in the sky sneered and actually withdrew their fists.

The next moment, a standing eye cracked from his eyebrows.

"Born with a bottomless hole!"

Yan Xiaodao blurted out, and there was a strong uneasiness in his heart.

Those in the same realm and the same skill level fight. If one side is born with a bottomless hole, it must be the bottomless one who has the upper hand. The realm of heaven is like this, and it should be the same when it comes to the realm of the divine master.

When the eyes of the sky opened, the temperament of the monk in white suddenly changed.

Before that, he was still half solemn, but now his whole body exudes the smell of evil and tyranny, as if he were an ancient monster.

The sky is falling. Slaughter!

It's still a punch, but this punch is completely different from the previous one.

The sea of heaven and earth disappeared, and there was only one punch left in Yan Xiaodao's vision. The monk's body was unchanged, but his punch became huge and friendless, more than 60 feet long and horizontal, which stunned Yan Xiaodao.

The gunshots sounded.

A silver gun of more than 80 feet broke out of the sea, like a rising dragon, roaring and flying, hitting the huge fist in an instant.

Guns and fists hit each other, setting off a surging tide. The sky is dark and bright, and the gun boxing is the same and disappears in the broken void.

"What kind of skill is this..."

Yan Xiaodao danced with excitement and blushed.

When he looked at it again, An Bochen took half a step back, and the monks in the sky turned over two times in a row before dissipating his remaining strength.

"Be careful!"

Seeing the monk laughing and rushing to General An, Yan Xiaodao tightened his heart and quickly shouted.

The imaginary fierce battle did not happen. At the beach, the man in blue and the monk in white looked at each other and smiled. Before that, the tense atmosphere was gone.

He looked up and down at An Bochen. Wuhua snorted softly and asked, "Is it about to break through?"

"It's still a little short." An Bochen wrote lightly.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, stared at An Bochen strangely, and asked, "How about your thirty-six strokes on Sunday?"

"This..." Looking warily at Wuhua, An Bochen muttered, "I only understand three doors."

Hearing this, Wuhua was secretly relieved and said with a smile, "In addition, the four doors you realized two years ago are only seven. I said, Bo Chen, what have you been busy with these two years? The progress is so slow. An Bochen smiled faintly and ignored the unhuaiful provocation.

Every time I see this monk, I inevitably have to compare the progress of practice, but I always like to come to my door quietly, which makes An Bochen unable to guard against it.

At the end of the first year of Datong, Anbo's dust broke through the realm of the divine master.

The realm of the divine master looks mysterious, broken void, and flying clouds in the sky. Only the gods themselves know that this realm is just a transition. After successfully breaking through the realm of the gods can they hope to continue to explore a higher level of Taoism, just like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, which is a stage of connecting the top and the bottom.

The divine masters already have an arm strength of about 50,000 catties, and the divine masters from tigers and wolves can go further in Taoist skills. The level of refining combat techniques ranges from fifty feet to a hundred feet, which is many times stronger than Zhan Kang. However, these are not what the gods care about. The biggest advantage of this realm is that they can gather into babies, give birth to divine souls, and explore the mysteries of heaven and earth.

Only after exploring the wonders of heaven and earth and gathering vitality in the Zhoutian meridians can the masters break through to the real world. Otherwise, even if you can refine the vitality and gather the meridians, you will encounter bottlenecks, and it is difficult to enter another layer.

Only An Bochen is the opposite of everyone.

His soul has already passed the nine-fold mortal thunder and has reached the realm of three innocent people. That is to say, he does not need to close the barrier for several years or even more than ten years like others from the divine master to the real world to understand the mystery and break through the bottleneck. This is the reason why he broke through from the earth to the heavenly world so easily before.

But misfortunes and blessings often come with each other. If there is happiness, there will be misfortune, just like the number of yin and yang, and will never walk alone.

An Bochen turned the small Zhoutian into the big Zhoutian, and the Zhoutian meridians were as wide as the dome. As he broke through to the divine realm, the Zhoutian meridians were several times wider than the previous Tianpin time. The advantage of this change is that as soon as An Bochen breaks through the realm of the divine master and gathers into a cycle, the power contained in his body can reach the top level of this realm. The disadvantage is that the time it takes for him to refine his vitality and fill the Zhoutian meridians will be much longer than others. At the same time, he will cultivate all four potentials. In this way, it will add some difficulty to the breakthrough realm.

If An Bochen can still enter the fairy mansion to practice every day as before, this problem will naturally cease to exist. The bad thing is that there are more restrictions on entering the fairy mansion, but because...

"This senior... The knife is polite."

The voice came, and An Bochen's thoughts were interrupted.

An Bochen turned around and saw Yan Xiaodao coming forward respectfully, saluteing Wuhua deeply, and then his eyes were burning between him and Wuhua, and he stopped talking.