Do you want to kill the soul with one finger?

The cloud boat was silent for a moment.

Wei Shaoyou swallowed his saliva and felt that his ancestor was so domineering, and he was much more arrogant than the legendary master.

Killing someone is even more heartbroken. It's too cruel.

He couldn't help but feel a hint of sympathy for the monk.

He could not see the strangeness of turning his finger into a person, but the other people's expressions were extremely solemn.

From this finger, I saw An Qisheng's ability to survive beyond imagination.

Even if any enemy can completely kill it, unless it is capable of pursuing the power of heaven and earth, even if it leaves a drop of blood in the vast galaxy.

No one can really kill him!

This may be an alternative immortality?

The Taoist mind of Tianji was swaying, and in an instant, he had thousands of thoughts, but he was stunned for a moment.

"This great monk..."

Wei Shaoyou stared at Monk Dakong, not wanting to miss the slightest, and guessed the reaction of the monk in his heart.

"call!"

But beyond Wei Shaoyou's expectations, the monk who looked arrogant and domineering was surprisingly not angry at all, but instead breathed a long breath:

"good!"

Bang!

He stepped under his feet and suddenly soared into the air for thousands of feet. Not only did he soar up, but he seemed to be about to escape into the galaxy.

As it soared into the air, half of his broken golden bodies suddenly shone brightly, like a firework blooming.

The Dharma image reflects out, facing the wind, and is huge, as if it wants to fill the world, covering the afterglow of the sunset, as if night suddenly descends.

The Buddha's light surging like a wave roaring, and an invisible and solemn aura filled the world.

In today's world, few people dare to leave any strength to face An Qisheng, and Monk Dakong naturally cannot.

Even if it is just a finger, there is no reservation at all.

Explode with all your might!

I don’t even care that my half-breaking golden body is cracking inch by inch. My lifelong magic power is completely burning, and the light shines through the sky for a moment!

"Tai Chi Taoist, I want to see how you want to kill me with one finger!"

Dakong Dharma Xiangru Mountain, with his arms hanging for several miles, he clenched his fists, and amid the sounds of wailing from the void, he was wrapped in the power of destruction, like a river of heaven, trying to cleanse the world:

"The great power of the Heavenly Dragon, the World-Honored Tathagata, the Heavenly Dragon chants, and the Destroyed God Fist!"

With one punch, Monk Dakong's heart suddenly became empty, and he felt that his spirit, magic power, and even his muscles, bones, skin and flesh were all blown out of his body with this punch.

I just felt that this punch was the most perfect punch that I had played in my life, except for the broken golden body and severe damage.

Rumble!

The fist seal slammed down, and the endless Buddha light burst out with a cold and cruel destructive aura that surged endlessly.

As soon as he punched, the dragon-shaped tattoo on his shoulders and arms suddenly raised his head, his long beard shaking, his dragon's eyes widened, and then he let out a shocking dragon roar:

"Roar~~~"

The golden Buddha light evolved into endless power of destruction.

The fist seal was hit, thousands or tens of thousands of feet away, and the clouds were suddenly torn into pieces. Further away, in the dead energy sealed space that was unable to heal for a long time after being cut by An Qisheng.

The earth shook, the smoke and dust stormed, and the mountains fell.

This attack made Monk Dakong fight so hard, and its power was invincible.

While Sa Wuling was shaking the magic fan, he couldn't help but look up:

"This punch looks like a look."

The primordial spirit, the primordial spirit, is ultimately the purity of the primordial spirit.

No matter whether you are good or evil, Buddha or Tao, demon or evil, the purer, the stronger you are, the more you are, the more pure you are. When it reaches its limit, it will be pure.

The monk Dakong before had many distracting thoughts in his mind. He could not calm his mind when practicing Buddha, and could not completely destroy it. It was called Dakong, but in fact it was not empty at all.

It is more than the Taoist Taoist who is now decaying.

But at this time, under the huge oppression of An Qisheng, countless distracting thoughts all turned into the thought of survival.

Survive to death!

It is called extinction, but it is actually about survival.

This punch is also worth seeing.

"The skin changes into bones, and its spirit is difficult to change. It is called the Destroyed Divine Fist. In fact, it still cannot get rid of the Nine Seals of Tathagata, but there are some new things, which are quite OK."

The meaning of the boxing is like the surging river of heaven, and An Qisheng still has the time to comment.

Until the fist intention sags and the torrent of destruction is about to flood everything, the body transformed by its ring finger.

Just stepped on,

Going into the sky,

Long whistle,

Then, a palm pushed out horizontally and hit the ground, like the earth moving upwards, trying to wrap the sky!

Compared with Anqisheng, who is calm and calm, even a little warm.

The "self" transformed by his finger is unparalleled.

The blood and energy burst out burst out like thousands of thunders, and the blood color suddenly burst into pieces, filling the world, and shining with the endless Buddha light from top to bottom.

"This is another move!"

Above the sea of ​​clouds, Monk Dakong's eyes condensed.

I saw mountains rising from the ground under the sea of ​​clouds, and the palm pushed out horizontally, and the divine gate reappeared, majestic and sacred in the surging blood light.

Then it moved horizontally and collided heavily.

boom!!

The sound waves spread between heaven and earth, and mushroom clouds bloomed in the sky, and countless two colors of light intertwined and flew across it, like a huge meteor shower scattering over the sky.

"ah!"

On the cloud boat, Wei Shaoyou shouted, covered his eyes and fell to the ground, two blood and tears flowed out, almost blinding his eyes by the strong light that burst out.

His magic power field is like paper, without any obstruction.

Sa Wuling stared at Changkong and shook his head slightly:

“What a pity that I have been practicing for hundreds of years…”

Huh ~

The earth-shaking collision seemed to have only stayed for a moment, and then it dissipated in the wind.

Smack ~

A finger fell from the sky, turned into a stream of light, and returned to the palm of your hand.

An Qisheng sat cross-legged, his clothes and hair were still moving, raised his eyebrows and looked at the sky, which was stagnant, like a mosquito trapped in amber, and said:

"I don't need any excuse to kill you."

Above the sky, the air flows surging.

Monk Dakong's huge Dharma image has lost its voice and there is no response.

Some years later, or a moment later, as the clouds spread, dissipated in the sky like blue smoke.

Only a long sigh echoed:

"Great emptiness is not empty, and death is not extinction and birth. Teacher, ancestor, we have taken the wrong path..."

No one knew what he saw or understood in the last moment, but he could hear it. In this last sentence, he no longer had strong anger and resentment.

It seems to be more like a monk.

"Master, I hope that there will still be an opportunity to enter the Tao in the next life and an opportunity to achieve enlightenment..."

Taoist Tianji stopped on the cloud boat and sighed.

His expression was a little desolate.

He did not have much deep friendship with Dakong, but when he saw a fellow Taoist who had been practicing for hundreds of years and finally became a soul, he was inevitably moved.

Even this scene, he has seen it more than once.

Ye Xiaoyi, Yan Xiake and others were very calm, with no joy or sorrow, but they also sighed that even the soul would fall.
To be continued...