I Have a Luck Altar Chapter 762

The phantom of the bodhisattva is thousands of feet high, exuding an extremely terrifying power. The powerful pressure can make people's faces change when they hear it, and the surrounding void is distorted and deformed under such pressure.

"Boom!"

The huge palm fell, the situation changed, and the vitality of the surrounding world was instantly emptied, which made the phantom's coercion even stronger. Before it fell, a huge palm print with five distinct fingers appeared on the ground.

Manjushri Bodhisattva, who was often deflated in front of Ye Xiangnan, seemed to have regained his confidence in Chen Yuan. His golden body was broken and he lost to Ye Xiangnan, not because he was weak, but because Ye Xiangnan was too strong!

He is better than him in every aspect, and he can't beat him at all!

But Chen Yuan is different. Although he is also very powerful, he can be regarded as the best among the immortals in the Central Plains, and he has a party force with hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

But after all, it was still weak.

It's nothing else, but he hasn't comprehended the rules yet.

This is because he is confident that he can stop him, even surpassing Chen Yuan's self-confidence.

In the golden light permeating the giant palm, traces of invisible regular power filled it, directly solidifying the phantom giant palm, which is a higher level of power than the vitality of heaven and earth.

Those who can understand the rules can become half immortals!

In other words, the top three in the Tianbang have almost transcended the scope of the five realms, enough to use the power of a part of the immortal, and to ordinary people, it is like a moat.

But. That's only for ordinary people.

When one's own strength reaches its true peak, it is enough to make up for these gaps.

Chen Yuan just possessed such strength, so he was able to forcibly resist Xiang Qianqiu's rule power before.

His physical body is stronger than the demon saints of the demon clan, and has reached the point of being almost perfect. The five internal organs have been condensed to the extreme, forming a whole.

His primordial spirit is the ten-inch primordial spirit that has never been seen before, and there may be no one in the future. He has gone through nine thunder and calamities.

Except for being a bit worse in the rules, he has almost no shortcomings.

This is where Chen Yuan's confidence lies.

Therefore, when Manjushri Bodhisattva's phantom was suppressed by the giant palm formed based on rules and supplemented by vitality, he didn't feel the slightest panic in his heart.

Yes, but silent.

His expression was indifferent, his eyes were calm, he raised his head and stared at the giant palm falling in the void, and he could even feel the pressure of rules constantly escaping from the depths of the golden light.

Raise your right hand and make a fist suddenly.

In an instant, the viscera roared, colorful streamers shone like war drums, and the rumbling energy and blood flowed like a great river bursting its embankment and tens of thousands of horses galloping.

Behind him, a huge figure that is not inferior to the phantom of a Bodhisattva suddenly appeared. The figure is more than a thousand feet high, like a mountain with no end in sight.

Although the face is blurred, the momentum around him is extremely strong.

"Condensation!"

Accompanied by Chen Yuan's low shout, complicated knots formed in his hands, and the endless vitality of heaven and earth quickly turned into a vortex, covering the figure of Qianzhang.

The momentum is rising again and again!

"break!"

Chen Yuan's eyes froze, he turned his palm into a fist, and slowly stretched it out, and the phantom of a thousand feet moved accordingly, stretched out a huge divine fist, and made contact with the falling golden giant palm.

First there was silence, and there was silence for a few breaths.

Suddenly, there was a violent roar.

"Boom!"

The huge aftermath collapsed in all directions, swept across the world, and the dark clouds collapsed.

The next moment, the two phantoms were all shattered.

Chen Yuan snorted and backed up more than ten feet.

Where Manjusri retreated tens of feet away, his face turned red, a bright red overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of shock, which seemed a little unbelievable.

Chen Yuan repelled him in a direct confrontation with him!

Even though he was seriously injured in the confrontation with Ye Xiangnan, it was enough to deal with the Yangshen Zhenjun who did not understand the rules.

Unexpectedly, the other party has such a powerful force.

Not only did he not lose to him, but he was even stronger than him.

"Amitabha"

Manjusri Bodhisattva's Buddha's name hadn't been spoken yet, but Chen Yuan on the other side directly interrupted it, like a shell fired from the chamber, directly hitting it.

The sword light traverses the world!

"Boom!"

There was a brief roar, and the positions of the two sides were switched.

"Boom!"

If it comes to fierceness, the battle between Xiang Qianqiu and Ye Xiangnan is the most terrifying and exciting battle between immortals.

The turbulent vitality of heaven and earth turned into various mythical beasts, and boundless dark clouds swept across the sky and earth, outlining a magnificent picture full of strange beauty.

The killing aura of the God-killing Spear was shocking, penetrating the void, making Xiang Qianqiu look like a demon god, venting his power on Ye Xiangnan to his heart's content.

The other party took out the most precious killing gun. Although Ye Xiangnan did not have this level of immortal weapons, but Wudi City still had some background, he took out a three-pointed and two-edged immortal knife.

This is the weapon that Lu Chengfeng used to have, but it was passed to him. Although it is not as good as the God Killing Spear, it is definitely comparable to the Tongtian Mirror, Star Map, and Immortal Killing Sword.

The two sides even collided physically at a certain moment, the immortal soldiers clashed, and the rules were hidden in it. It seemed that they were just using moves like those warriors in the lower three realms.

But in fact, the moves are completely natural, each move is like an antelope hanging horns, unconstrained, every knife, every shot, seems to be able to penetrate the void.

Almost in one breath, they will confront each other dozens of times.

With the passage of time, Ye Xiangnan still couldn't resist in front of Xiang Qianqiu. No matter in terms of strength or level of immortal soldier, he was slightly inferior.

It is rare to be able to encourage and confront him for half a quarter of an hour.

After all, the later the strong one reaches the later stage, the bigger the gap will be. Sometimes, a gap of just a line is no less than an insurmountable moat.

"You are still far behind!"

Xiang Qianqiu's eyes were fixed, his pupils intertwined and merged, and a deep double-pupil divine light erupted in an instant. Ye Xiangnan was horrified, and quickly condensed a huge shield of nothingness around his body.

But the shield still didn't block the spear after all, it was penetrated directly, and the divine light also passed directly through his chest, leaving a hole the size of a fist.

Ye Xiangnan glanced down, his face was a bit ugly, although the physical body was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the divine light left troubles that were difficult to expel.

Continuously eroding towards his blood.

"Fight!"

Ye Xiangnan snorted coldly, gritted his teeth, and his fighting spirit rose even more. He glanced at Chen Yuan in the distance, and said via voice transmission:

"Ye can last at most half a quarter of an hour."

He is here to help, not to fight desperately. He has already seen Xiang Qianqiu's strength, and it is indeed a level stronger than him, and he is an opponent that is difficult to resist.

Half a quarter of an hour has already been the state of trying his best. If he continues to fight, he may even fall into the hands of Xiang Qianqiu.

So, he only gave Chen Yuan half an hour.

After half a quarter of an hour, he will leave the battlefield.

Chen Yuan replied to him with only one short word:

"good!"

The confrontation continued, and the fighting became more intense, completely entering a white-hot state, and several real people in the realm of primordial spirits fell on the spot.

On the ground, deep pits were left.

Finally, in the fierce confrontation, the first fallen Yang God True Monarch appeared, it was the aged Yang God from Taixu Palace, who stopped Puxian Bodhisattva together with the giant turtle from Biyou Palace.

It's just that Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's strength is indeed extraordinary, and with an immortal weapon in his hand, his strength soared directly, forcing him to burn his soul and blood to resist.

After a fierce confrontation, he finally couldn't hold on any longer. The Yang God had been burned out. He glanced at Taoist Tianxu, let out a breath of turbid air, slowly closed his eyes, and sat down in the void.

His mission has been completed, and if he can contribute to the sect for the last time at the end of his life, he can be regarded as a well-deserved death, and the rest depends on what Tianxu does.

"Congratulations to my uncle!"

Tian Xu took a deep breath, and slapped his head in the direction where the old Yang God fell.

"Amitabha Buddha."

Puxian Bodhisattva folded his hands together, and with a wave of his hand, he protected his body and sent it to the ground. Then, his power increased sharply, and bright golden rays of light blasted the giant turtle.

"Roar!"

The giant tortoise roared, and the void shook violently. Under the strong pressure of Puxian Bodhisattva, he chose to retract his head and use his tortoise shell to defend against Puxian's attack.

Although the old Yang God of Taixu Palace has fallen, the balance has not been broken in a short period of time. Although the strength of the giant turtle is not as good as Samantabhadra, its defense is excellent.

At least for a short time, it is enough to resist.

"Roar!"

The giant ape incarnated by Jishi Bodhisattva roared in the sky. At this moment, he was also under tremendous pressure. Lingxu Zhenjun holding the immortal weapon was extremely fierce, even more terrifying than before.

Directly used sharp sword energy to shatter Jishi Bodhisattva's arm, broke his blood protection, and put him at a disadvantage. He is very clear about the current situation.

This is a battle no less than the previous battle at Zhennanguan. If you win, half of the Central Plains will be returned to Yan. If you lose, Shushan, which has lost its heritage, will hardly stand up again in the future.

So, he has no other choice but to work hard!

At the same time, Chen Huaiyi's condition was also very poor. With his left arm broken and severely injured, it was even more difficult for him to resist the methods of the Lord of the Seven Kills. If it was not for Zhao Danqing's timely assistance, he would have died in the hands of the Lord of the Seven Kills.

His opponent was replaced by Lu Guangsheng, who was also severely injured, and the master of the Seven Killing Palace had a battle with Zhao Danqing, the head teacher of the fairy sect.

There are immortal soldiers to help out, and they all have the strength of the top ten in the heaven list.

A confrontation can be described as extremely exciting.

Nine days above the clouds.

The confrontation between Mo Luo and the immortals of the Seven Killing Palace fell into a strange state. Mo Luo turned into eight arms, Buddha and demon in one body, and his aura was extraordinary.

The Immortal of the Palace of Seven Kills was dry and dead, with sunken skin, deep-set eyes, and a faint **** glow.

The area with a radius of ten thousand zhang has turned into a battlefield for immortals to fight for the front.

Horrific rule power filled it, and every tiny confrontation could distort or even shatter the void. It seemed that both sides were cross-legged, and there was no other movement.

But the more regular the confrontation, the more thrilling it is.

Sometimes, the outcome will be decided in one thought.

The reason why the two sides choose this kind of confrontation is also because neither side has the idea of desperately trying to turn the confrontation into a controllable range, and just decide the winner.

In addition, the strength of the two of them is also at the same level, and the difference will not be too big.

It is irrational to work hard.

The Immortals of the Seven Killing Palace cherished their lives very much, otherwise they would not have slept for so long and saved their lives with the source of God, while Mo Luo was still injured and unwilling to fight.

It is enough to stop this fairy from entering the battlefield below.

At this time, more than a thousand miles away, there is still a subtle confrontation going on.

This is in the cave opened by Lu Chengfeng. He sits opposite the Buddha. The Buddha holds the white chess, and Lu Chengfeng holds the black chess, turning the battlefield of confrontation into a chessboard.

But this kind of chessboard must not be underestimated. This is a chessboard condensed by the power of rules. Whether it is Buddha or Lu Chengfeng, they are fighting against each other based on rules.

"boom!"

Lu Chengfeng smiled lightly, the power of the rules turned into a black chess piece, and he clicked on an extremely critical position, directly causing the Buddha's situation to take a turn for the worse.

The Buddha looked at the chessboard, frowned slightly, and was a little pensive.

Lu Chengfeng, on the other hand, was smug, quietly waiting for the Buddha to play chess.

"The benefactor of Xiaoyaozi."

The Buddha raised his head and looked at Lu Chengfeng.

"What did the Buddha teach?"

"If you don't know the benefactor, how can you know how to practice the way of immortals?"

"Heavenly Immortal. I have only heard about it, but I have never seen such an existence. Perhaps the Chu Taizu thousands of years ago may have reached this realm."

Lu Chengfeng shook his head.

"It seems that the benefactor knows very little."

"Hehe, after all, he has lived overseas for a long time, and has not heard of world affairs for hundreds of years."

"The poor monk knows a little bit, I wonder if the benefactor is willing to listen?"

"please."

"The world is divided into heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are also divided into mortal fairyland. The fairyland is the limit of my world. There is no strong man who can preach, and it is difficult to peek."

"Fairy Domain."

"That's right, the poor monk heard about it"

"Boom!"

Another extreme collision, Puxian Bodhisattva was pushed back more than a hundred feet by Chen Yuan again, and the aura on his body declined more and more.

While Chen Yuan was trying his best, Manjushri had been seriously injured. He was silently reciting the time given by Ye Xiangnan, and tried to solve Manjushri within half an hour, swallowing his luck.

Although Manjushri tried his best to resist, he was still a step behind. He couldn't even fight back when he got to the back.

"Chen benefactor, the poor monk is willing to bow down, stop."

Manjushri let out a long breath and lowered his head.

If the fight continues, he will not be far from falling.

"Since the Bodhisattva came from the west, Mr. Chen will send you back to the west."

Chen Yuan looked at him indifferently.

"Chen Benefactor really wants to live forever with my Buddhism?"

Manjushri frowned.

"Buddhism is inherently full of evil and evil, so what if you don't die?"

"Buddha is furious, may Master Chen block it?"

"Isn't it blocked now?"

"Aggression is not the way of a king!"

Chen Yuan laughed lightly, stopped the unnecessary debate with him, looked at the other party and said indifferently: "Chen has a sword practice for a long time, please taste it from the Bodhisattva!"

"What knife?"

"This knife, let's call it destroying Buddha!"

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