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"Amitabha……"

An ancient Buddha shot, sealed the space, and protected the creatures of the lower world.

It's too bright, and those with low realms can't see what's going on inside. They can only see the terrifying scene where even the mountains are cut into powder in an instant under the silver light.

Boom!

dong dong dong! !

The sound of collision continued, and the golden light and silver light in the sky still refused to give way.

Until, there seemed to be a knife, a kind of "potential", which merged into the long knife in Yang Jian's hand.

cut! !

chap!

I don't know what onomatopoeia to use, but it doesn't sound like a voice that exists in the world. It starts from the junction of golden light and silver light, and then disappears instantly.

Only those with great abilities can vaguely see that at that moment, a gap opened in the sky, and then it closed instantly.

It can't be compared to Ao Qing, the most lunatic in the world, who used the godly axe to sacrifice everything in himself that day, and the scars of the sky he cut out are also shocking!

In theory, if you want to cut the sky, you can't do it below the quasi-sage!

Of course, if you give Uncle Buddha the axe, he can easily do it too.

The so-called quasi-sage cannot do it without special treasures and special extreme methods.

But Yang Jian didn't do Qi Shen's axe!

All he has is the boundless fighting spirit in his heart that he has accumulated for a year!

And what I started to collect from the Dragon King's Mansion in Dapanshan, a kind of "power" that exists between heaven and earth and belongs to the most lunatics in the past!

Even if Uncle Buddha is in his prime, he needs to be cautious with all his strength in the face of this sky-slashing blow.

Don't say that now, he is already seriously injured, and he is only in the early stage of Daluo.

The brilliance is like mercury pouring down the ground, and like the pouring of the Milky Way, falling from the sky!

All things perish.

Only the silver light swallowed the heaven and the earth, and also swallowed the supreme golden blazing light!

"Ming!!!"

It seems that there is the sound of a phoenix, which rises from the brilliance.

"Amitabha, Erlang Zhenjun, is that enough?"

There is an ancient Buddha who is far away, and imprinted towards this space with the handprint of the Great Buddha.

Like the real Buddha's handprint, it disperses the white silver light, allowing everyone to see clearly what happened inside.

In Yang Jian's hand, he held a bloody golden wing and three eyes, like electricity and light, suppressing the golden-winged roc in front of him from the air, losing a right wing!

The Buddha's handprint is rolling in and suppressed!

However, Yang Jian didn't evade, retreat, or resist, and let the Buddha's handprint hit him!

Taking advantage of this gap, Yang Jian held the three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand, triggering the last touch of heaven-slashing momentum remaining between heaven and earth.

Cut again!

groan! ! !

Qinglong.

The last momentum of the day, using Yang Jian himself as the medium, turned into a green dragon soul with endless sharpness and boundless ferocity, piercing through the left wing of the golden-winged roc, Buddha's uncle!

puff! !

puff! ! !

The golden-winged roc and Erlang Zhenjun both spit out golden blood and fell to the world!

The difference is that the golden-winged roc was beheaded by Zhantiandoudi Erlang Zhenjun, and Erlang Zhenjun did not evade or retreat, forcibly resisted the Supreme Buddha's handprint, and fell into the dust.

Because, one wing is not enough, two are barely enough!

Erlang God fell.

And the black shadow below him didn't even go to save his master, his body flickered, bit his mouth before the golden wing fell, and flew back immediately!

"Yang Jian, you lied to me that I was seriously injured, and there will be karma in the future!! Ah~~~"

The golden-winged roc was not reconciled, but could only howl, his realm was cut down again!

It took a lot of effort and cost a lot of money to return to the early stage of Da Luo. It was not stable yet, and the Dao fruit had not been recast, and he was cut down again!

His soul also seemed to be shaking, and then collapsed. It was his Dao foundation, the foundation of everything.

The golden-winged roc bird that has lost its wings is like an insect, spitting blood and screaming in pain.

Yang Jian supported the ground with a three-pointed and two-edged knife, his body was trembling, and with the support of Xiao Tiangou, he struggled to get up.

He sneered, glanced at Xixi, and didn't even bother to answer anything.

Slightly recovering from his injuries, the blood-soaked silver-armored god, dragging two bloody golden wings, headed towards the east.

Behind him, there is the ancient Buddha frowning, the mournful cry of the prehistoric demon sage, the howl of thousands of demons, and two shocking and trembling golden traces!

This is naturally the legacy of the pair of golden wings.

The Xiaotian dog shrugged its nose, and walked behind its master arrogantly, guarding the way for him!

There are already thousands of monsters congratulating the Dongyan Mountains!

The left and right bewitching girls, Bai Niangzi and Xiaoqing, greeted her straight forward, with charming expressions.

The blood-bathed silver-armored god closed his third eye, still as cold as the mysterious ice of ten thousand years, his blood was stained all over his silver-armor, and the sideburns on both sides were a little sloppy, and they were also stained with fairy blood .

He threw down two bloody golden wings in front of the two bewitching girls.

"Toasted."

430. Afterword of the White Snake ([-])