Chapter 118 Sanskrit Golden Thunder

(First update, collection~ By the way, why do I feel that the shouting is so pale and powerless~)

"Fanyin Jinlei..." Zhang Yan muttered to himself, with golden light wrapped in his eyes as a whirlpool, and a trace of golden stars escaped from the surface of his body, and an unparalleled momentum gushed out of his body.

Shanyin Zen sings, and the golden light is in the sky. As the disaster thunder of the Buddha's cultivation in the Jindan period, the Sanskrit Jinlei has a total of three, which is twice as many as the ordinary six-fold disaster, but looking at its celestial phenomena, its fierce and terrible momentum is not comparable to ordinary thunder disasters.

In the hall, the four infant elders led by Huan Yu looked as gloomy as water and issued a command to spread the world, ordering all Qianyu disciples not to move without permission and be careful. In the Qianyu Hall, including Qingchuan, Li Shaojun and others, stared at Zhang Yan, who was about to cross the disaster at this time.

The reason why Huan Yu and other people look at Zhang Yan's eyes contain thunderous anger is that when the monks cross the disaster, the thunder bombards, which not only quenches the people who cross the disaster, but also the overflowing power will bring extremely terrible damage to the surrounding environment. Zhang Yan was crossing the disaster at this time. None of them dared to offend Tianwei to interrupt him. On the contrary, they had to do their best to prevent the destruction when the disaster came. Naturally, they were angry.

When monks cross the disaster, they must find spiritual veins full of aura. Before crossing the disaster, they must set up many defensive arrays and invite three or two friends to help each other. Zhang Yan has no deep and trustworthy friends. From stepping into the world of cultivation, he will walk alone with two sleeping guys. At this time, it was completely unexpected, but coincidentally, the pole was on the best spiritual vein of Qianyuzong. Instead of a friend, it attracted a group of enemies to be coveted. It can't help but say that this seemingly coincidental disaster is really dangerous, and internal and external troubles are probably like this.

The hurricane still roared between the golden sky with its teeth and claws. The Sanskrit sound was obscure and profound in everyone's ears. Huan Yu swept the people in the hall, and finally put his eyes on Zhang Yan, who was as tall and snorted coldly, "For the secret of the Buddha and demons of Wanzhong, no one should disturb this person!"

He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. Huan Yu said reluctantly, "And we should be ready to help him resist the disaster. We must not let him die under the power of heaven!"

Everyone was stunned and nodded one after another. Their eyes at Zhang Yan became complicated, and it was difficult to distinguish whether Zhang Yan was lucky or unfortunate at this moment.

Zhang Yan can't control so much. His nerves are extremely tense. The extremely rich liquid Buddha in Dantian runs at full power, and the golden Buddha roars turbulently in his body. At the same time, a layer of light, tangible and qualitative golden light rose from his limbs, and the refining and cultivation of Fahua's body's meaningless diamond realm worked with all his strength.

Walking slowly outside the Qianyu Hall, he held his breath and became calm. When Zhang Yan was ready to look at the sky, he happened to see a picture that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Thousands of feet long golden light arc suddenly brighted in the air. In the blink of an eye, it suddenly appeared above the head. The golden arc was like hanging a few feet above the head, just like countless golden snakes dancing wildly. A string of bright and dark golden sparks exploded in it, and a terrible pressure instantly covered the whole Qianyu Hall. Go! Feeling this terrible picture, Zhang Yan's eyes were still calm. He quietly stared at thousands of golden arcs in the sky and hid in the golden sky.

When the last golden arc disappears in the sky, the golden light in Zhang Yan's eyes soared, and his mind begins!

At this moment, a huge golden whirlpool appeared in the air. In the black nothingness in the center of the whirlpool, more than ten buckets of thick golden thunder suddenly shot fiercely at Zhang Yan under the whirlpool.

The first attack of Fanyin Jinlei is coming!

From the appearance of the golden whirlpool to the shooting of more than ten golden thunders, he didn't even have time to blink, but Zhang Yan seemed to have noticed it for a long time. When the whirlpool was first formed, his whole body was wrapped in golden Buddha, like a phantom, flying into the air at an extremely fast speed, and he saw the golden thunder burst out, and there was a sneer hanging at the corners of his mouth.

He was in mid-air, with a golden whirlpool hanging overhead, his hands empty, and he was bombarded by more than a dozen bucket-like golden thunders.

A shock in his brain, and the violent impact made Zhang Yan's body float like a lonely boat in the sea of anger. Countless electric currents hit him, like the pain of a knife saw spreading all over his body in an instant. At this moment, the limbs and bones, the muscles and skin are like being burned, and the power of thunder is like countless small drills from all over the body to the body.

Take a deep breath, the spiritual platform is clear, and the fearless diamond realm is exerted with all its strength. The limbs and bones, skin and veins, and the internal organs are all coated with a layer of light golden light, firmly resisting the drilling and grinding of the power of thunder, and every part of the body is quenched and condensed.

The people in the hall looked at Zhang Yan in the air in shock. A man left with his bare hands and went away from the fierce thunder. Who has seen it? No, Huan Yu lived for nearly two thousand years, but it was the first time he saw the disaster as a method of refining the body, so the elder of Qianyu Sect and the old monster in the later period of Yuanying also fell into shock.

"This golden thunder disaster is rare in the world. Isn't it the Buddha's thunder disaster formed when Buddha crossed the disaster?" Huan Chong heard it in a low voice, and his face was full of surprise.

"It won't be wrong. Buddha's skills actually pay attention to the double practice of the Dharma body, which is very different from those we practice. Such a mysterious method is lucky to get it... It's also a blessing for you and me." Huan Yu's face turned whole, put away his shock, meditated slightly, and looked at Zhang Yan's big eyes with a meaningful smell.

Huan Chong nodded slightly, and his eyes became blurred. Although it was already the late stage of Yuanying, how could the Buddha's work that disappeared from the world not make people moved?

Everyone in the hall has such an idea, and the eyes looking at Zhang Yan are more hot.

The sky was golden, the hurricane was raging, and the sound of Sanskrit Zen singing had disappeared when the golden whirlpool appeared. More than ten thick golden thunders gradually scattered on the surface of Zhang Yan.

The first thunderstorm of Fanyin Jinlei was refined by Zhang Yan in a fierce posture and with strong self-confidence. At this time, his body was like poured with gold, majestic and upright, fearless and shining. But it is not easy to achieve such a situation, and the pain he suffered in his body is unimaginable. At the same time, when fighting against these more than a dozen powerful and horrible thunders, physical and mental strength was also consumed a lot, but it finally passed, didn't it?

Falling down, Zhang Yan looked up at the sky, but saw the golden whirlpool above his head suddenly expand violently, as if it was provoked endless anger by Zhang Yan's disdainful attitude. In the rumble, the golden whirlpool was suddenly divided into two, gradually dividing more than 100 whirlpools of the same size, and the sky was like hundreds of extended fangs. The mouth is extremely spectacular.

Woo~ The raging wind swept up the dust all over the sky and filled the world. I only heard the sound of a deep-sea volcanic eruption, and I saw more than 100 golden whirlpools in the sky at the same time. At the same time, the fist-sized electric arc-circling golden balls condensed. As soon as they appeared, people The breath of heart and liver suddenly filled the whole world.

Huan Yu's face changed and shouted to everyone, "Everyone take out their magic weapon, don't act rashly!" Then he turned his head to Huan Chong and other three brothers beside him and said, "If you act on the opportunity, you must save this son's life!"

Huan Chong and others looked serious and agreed.

At this time, Zhang Yan's heart was tingling, and a strong sense of depression surged into his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He shook his hand and took out Xuanbao Yixuan Bell, which was suspended on Zhang Yan's right fingertip. The yellow light flowed on it, and the golden tadpole-like rune jumped quickly.

Looking blankly, looking at more than 100 golden balls wrapped in electric arcs, Zhang Yan's first power of thunderstorm is equivalent to the full blow of the Jindan monk, and the second one is probably no less than the full bombing of Yuanying monk holding a heavy treasure...

Hundle ~ More than a hundred Qingming suddenly rolled between heaven and earth, and even woke up Wu Tailai, who had been stupored like a dead body in the hall, and woke up Zhang Yongtai and his wife who were sleeping on the ground. The three stood and looked out and saw a picture that made them suddenly think that the end was coming.

came, and more than 100 arc golden balls with horrible airflows, like a meteor shower blowing down all over the sky, densely hitting Zhang Yan's head.

Zhang Yan didn't expect that the second wave of attack of Fanyin Jinlei was still a one-time dumping out. Looking at the arc golden ball densely covering his head, he didn't have time to think about it at all. The Xuanbao-level baby Yixuan's yellow light instantly became bigger and put Zhang Yan as his head in it. Just as Yixuan Bell covered Zhang Yan's body, the arc gold thunder closest to Zhang Yan hit Yixuan Bell fiercely.

hong, an amazing explosion with the extremely thick bells ringing all over the world, the bell body trembled violently, and Zhang Yan's mind roared in the middle.

Then the dense roar like a bullet rain sounded like a tide, and more than a hundred arc golden balls hit Yixuan Bell with unparalleled momentum in an attempt to smash it to pieces. For a moment, the burning golden light exploded around Yixuan Bell, splashing the electric arc all over the sky. Yixuan Bell roared within ten feet, and the scene could not be seen clearly.

The loud noise was so loud that with a fierce uncast airflow roared in the ears of everyone in the Qianyu Hall. His face changed dramatically, his body and mind were shocked, the house trembled, and the green bricks made a series of crisp cracking sounds, which turned into powder. The grass was rotten and the flowers, and the broken tree rubble were rolled in the air, and they were twisted into fine droplets in the blink of an eye. At this time, the golden sky is filled with endless dust, hazy like gray fog.

The roar was so fierce that there was a hint of ominous in everyone's hearts. Perhaps at this time, except for Zhang Yongtai and his wife who were really nervous and worried about Zhang Yan, most of them care about what Zhang Yan knew. But no matter what, if Zhang Yan dies, they will be very disappointed...

Half-sound, the roar dissipated, the golden light faded, and the hurricane roared still.

Everyone squinted and looked over with a complicated look.