Ming Feiyu, who had not spoken for a long time, spoke with a soft voice and looked at Ye Jian with great interest.

"impossible!"

Ye Jian refused directly.

"Since that's the case, you'll die."

Bai Yushi snorted coldly, and a golden gyro quickly smashed Ye Jian.

The gyro sutra pagoda, a unique mysterious weapon, has thousands of faces, and is engraved with ancient Buddhist scriptures.

Once activated, the effect of chanting thousands of Buddhas will be chanted.

At this moment, countless golden runes wrapped around Ye Jian and formed a tide.

It was as if an ancient Buddha poked out his hand, and the world could not move at this moment.

Unfortunately, Bai Yushi never dreamed that he would meet his nemesis this time.

Ye Jian practiced the "Shuo Hui Sutra" (Explanation: Shuo Hui means suffering difficulties), and mastered the most authentic power of Buddhism - the power of the mind.

The heart is like the sea.

He was completely motionless, and before the gyro scriptures approached him, he lost control.

"What!"

Bai Yushi was shocked and hurriedly cast a spell to retract the gyro scripture, but unfortunately it was too late.

The "Duhou Sutra" was launched by itself, and the illusory sutra that existed in Ye Jian's heart opened the second page.

The golden vortex slowly appeared behind his head, and the Buddhist scriptures engraved on the gyro sutra came alive, and golden characters leaped into the vortex.

In Ye Jian’s heart, the second page of the “Duhou Sutra” slowly appeared, with golden and magnificent light, blooming the eternal Buddha’s light of truth.

Losing Buddhist scriptures, the gyro scriptures and pagodas completely lost their spirituality and became a piece of scrap iron.

Bai Yushi's heart is bleeding,

"I'm going to kill you!"

Ye Jian was unmoved. At this moment, his heart was already in full swing.

My mental strength continues to surge.

But he didn't dare to distract himself and check it out because a strong crisis shot at him.

call out!

Ye Jian jumped and directly avoided a blazing arrow.

Ming Feiyu was slightly surprised, but she wanted to avoid her golden arrows so simply, and she was delusional.

Sure enough, the fiery arrow turned around in the air and shot towards Ye Jian again.

"interesting!"

Ye Jian raised his right hand and a pitch-black spear solidified.

With one blow, the blazing arrow shattered with a bang.

Ming Feiyu was slightly surprised and pulled the treasure bow on her hand again.

"Five arrows in succession!"

Five aurora lights cut through the sky and shot towards Ye Jian.

"Flame Armor!"

The devouring black flames directly turned into a pair of armor and put them on Ye Jian's body, resisting five shocking arrows.

Puffy!

The arrow exploded with a bang.

"I'll do it!"

A big flag swept over and suddenly formed a space, enclosing Ye Jian into it.

"Iron Blood Space!"

In this space, Ye Jian clearly felt that the suppression was not the suppression of power, nor the suppression of blood, but a suppression of general trend.

An Zhenlie held the battle flag in his hand, and his mysterious power was boiling, just like a demon god in the world.

The void behind him was twisted, and countless blood shadows flashed.

At this moment, with the rise of the general trend, his combat power seemed to surpass the late Xuanzun period.

Among the four, An Zhenlie is the strongest.

"The God of Fire!"

Without caring about hiding his weakness, the seventh level of the Nine Profound Transformation was activated, and a black crystal phoenix that was ten feet long appeared.

The moment the fire phoenix appeared, the true fire calcined the surrounding void, causing the iron-blooded space wave to shatter.

Ye Jian punched out another punch, and the blazing flame fist burst out a vacuum corridor like a pillar of light.

An Zhenlie's expression changed slightly, and the iron-blooded battle flag in his hand shook, and a red cloud enveloped him.

boom!

The fist force hit the clouds, and the roar of metal came.

The energy exploded, and An Zhenlie vomited blood wildly and was bombarded for several miles.

Shen Jisheng's face was solemn and he did not choose to take action.

"Do you still have to take action?"

Ye Jian turned around and looked at Ming Feiyu. The latter hesitated for a moment and chose to stop.

As for the Holy Son of Jinyang and the Holy Son of Sanyang, he was directly ignored.

The mysterious power under his feet was released, and his body turned into a long rainbow and left.

"hateful!"

Looking at the gyro scripture in his hand, Bai Yushi looked hideous. From childhood to adulthood, he had suffered such a great loss.

Sanyang and Jinyang, who were originally planning to get a bargain, looked at each other, full of reluctance.

An Zhenlie flew back, his face turned blue.

No one knows how his injuries are. Only he knows best. The Iron Blood Battle Flag has cracks in order to protect the master.

This time, the pursuit of Ye Jian was a loss of his wife and his troops.

However, compared with Bai Yushi, his losses were relatively small.

However, the two sage sons of the Jinlie clan, anyone with a discerning eye, knows that they want to get a bargain.

"snort!"
Chapter completed!