One Thousand Seven Hundred and Seventy-Seven. It Doesn’t Matter if the Heavens Fall Down!

"Today is not early." Suo Mingzhang looked at the Peacock King: "In the future, it may be too late."

Of all the people present, except Suo Mingzhang himself, the person who knows the most about the changes in his divine light is none other than Kong Xuan.

The Buddha in white, sitting on the back of the Golden Peacock King, looked even more solemn at this moment.

"I said, it's still early." King Peacock Ming said almost every word.

The overwhelming five-color divine light kept falling.

Suo Mingzhang did not retreat even a step, facing the overwhelming power of his opponent.

Wherever the mysterious power of his Jie Tian Shu reaches, it directly completely clears the nearby demonic atmosphere.

There is a vacuum zone in Jiuyou, and no matter whether it is demonic energy or all creation, nothing exists.

The five-color divine light of the Peacock King is everywhere, sweeping in all directions, sweeping away everything around him, and all those who come close, no matter who or what, are gone.

Only Suo Mingzhang, and the pure land around him, always blocked the surging five-color divine light.

The seemingly monstrous flood of five colors can break down the invisible dam as long as it is a little higher.

But this gap has never been surpassed.

The higher the flood peak, the higher the dike.

The dike that used to feel precarious and crumbling, as time goes by, gradually makes people feel that not only is it not dangerous, but it is as stable as Mount Tai and insurmountable.

In the end, the five-color divine light that once swept across all directions seemed to be constantly sharpening Mingzhang's Jie Tian Shu, helping him to continuously improve what he had learned and become stronger and stronger.

The Peacock Ming King had a serious look on his face, and the five-color divine light was still flourishing and falling continuously, intending to break Suo Mingzhang's heaven-cutting divine light.

But Suo Mingzhang did not give in and faced off against the Peacock King.

One after another, the five-color divine light was eliminated, and then more fell.

One after another, the Heaven-cutting Divine Light was brushed away, but more were always added.

A white-robed Buddha sitting on the back of the Golden Peacock King, and a short-haired man with a flaming dragon on his head.

The two stood face to face. The distance between them seemed not far away, but it seemed like they were so far apart.

A boundary clearly visible to the naked eye was like a wall between the two of them.

One side of the wall is filled with five colors, and the other side is filled with gleaming light.

The five-color divine light and the heavenly divine light form two worlds, crushing and colliding with each other, refusing to give in to each other.

This battle is naturally eye-catching and attracts everyone's attention.

"The expression of that fellow roper is becoming more and more relaxed and comfortable." Taiyi Zhenren said in his heart: "Although it is a fierce attack and a defense at the moment, if it continues like this, the fellow roper will soon have enough energy to turn from defense to offense."

Vajra Indestructible Buddha and Lantern Ancient Buddha recalled the scenes when Suo Mingzhang fought with them one after another in the past: "Every time we meet, they have made rapid progress. To this day, it has only been more than a thousand years since he reached the Daluo realm..."

The ancient Buddha on the burning lamp shook his head and did not bother to recall the past.

Suo Mingzhang stopped the Peacock Ming King, and the rest of the Taoist sect was not idle either.

Nezha once again picked up the ancient Buddha on the burning lamp and attacked immediately.

Guanshiyin Bodhisattva tried to stop Nezha, but Yang Jian blocked his eyes and said, "Bodhisattva, why don't you give them the opportunity to resolve the cause and effect?"

As Suo Mingzhang said before, without the threat of King Peacock and without the restraint of Yun Cheng Wanlipeng, Yang Jian's speed advantage among everyone present was very obvious. He was almost everywhere, and one person could take care of almost the entire audience.

He not only protects the Great Master Xuandu who is refining Jiuyou, but also protects the three people Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng who are recuperating.

Daojun Lu Ya frowned, and with a flash of his body, he landed above the sea of ​​blood, releasing dark green demonic fire that connected with the formation patterns of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.

At this moment, he was not going to attack Archmage Xuandu, but instead focused on his rituals, and wanted to compete in speed with Archmage Xuandu.

Let’s see whether Archmage Xuandu refines Jiuyou first, or he refines the Blood Sea Formation first.

But Yang Jian kept staring at Daojun Lu Ya, and in a flash, he was in front of Daojun Lu Ya, and stabbed Lu Yadaojun in the heart with a three-pointed, two-edged knife.

Mr. Lu Yadao was helpless;

He quickly turned into a rainbow and ran away to get out of the way.

In terms of speed, he actually doesn't suffer much when facing Yang Jian.

But with Yang Jian's interference, Lord Lu Ya would not be able to refine the Blood Sea Formation. He would never entangle Yang Jian himself and fight for the chance for the Ancient Buddha of Ran Deng. It would be better to help the Great Master of Xuandu.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva couldn't help frowning as he looked at the ancient Buddha who was entangled by Nezha.

He wanted to step forward, but was blocked by Yang Jian.

"My Buddha is compassionate." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva chanted the Buddha's name and manifested the Dharma, which turned into a sea of ​​blood hell that was exactly like Jiuyou.

An ascetic Buddha sat in hell and suffered all the sufferings of hell, but remained pure.

Under the Buddha's body, a wheel appeared, and when it started to rotate, it actually opened the cycle of reincarnation.

But it was Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who wanted to drag Yang Jian into reincarnation.

Even if Yang Jian cannot be made to truly fall into reincarnation, his actions must be restricted so that he cannot suppress the entire audience by himself.

When Yang Jian saw this, he laughed, saying that the eight-nine mysterious skills were useless.

The light and shadow of the golden-winged roc still appeared above his head, but he transformed into a huge lion!

The lion actually gave birth to nine heads. At this time, the nine big mouths roared towards the hell and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva below.

Amidst the roar of the lion, the door to reincarnation suddenly closed slowly, and the scene of hell began to dissolve.

When Lu Yadaojun and other demon clan bosses met, they all looked strange.

Because the nine-headed lion transformed by Yang Jian at this moment is clearly the original form of Jiuling Yuansheng.

The nine-headed lion under the seat of the Eastern Qinghua Emperor, Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun, roared and opened the blood pool of hell and the door of reincarnation.

The same roar can also close it.

Now the real Jiuling Yuansheng is in Chenshan Xinghai, and he did not participate in the Nine Nethers today.

But Yang Jian transformed into a head and broke the magical power of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Seeing that the door of reincarnation was about to close and the blood pool of hell was about to collapse, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva silently chanted scriptures with an unchanged expression.

And the three great Bodhisattvas, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, and Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva, descended into the blood pool of hell together.

"Thank you, senior brother, to temporarily take the place of senior brother Manjusri." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva nodded to Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva.

The four great Bodhisattvas returned to their positions together, and the blood pool of hell changed again.

The cruel scenes of purgatory such as car collapse, ice, shelling, intestines pulling, and oil pots were re-revealed one by one.

And the coverage of hell expanded rapidly, from bottom to top, rolling back to Yang Jian.

The Dharma Realm of the Nine Netherworlds and Ten Directions Samsara Bodhisattvas!

Although the image of boundless hell appeared, there were four great Bodhisattvas chanting sutras to remove karma, save sentient beings, and turn all suffering into nothingness.

Here, the four great Bodhisattvas joined forces to eliminate the ability of Yang Jian's Eight-Nine Mysterious Art to change.

At the same time, the ancient Buddha Ran Deng, regardless of the fierce attack from Nezha, brazenly sacrificed all the eighteen Dinghai Pearls and smashed them on Yang Jian's head!

Yang Jian looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva and Samantabhadra Bodhisattva and smiled, "You two are looking at me with old eyes."

He stood still, completely ignoring the influence of the Dharma Realm of the Nine Netherworlds and Ten Directions Samsara Bodhisattvas. The Eight-Nine Mysterious Art was unfolded, and his physical body was extremely powerful, resisting the bombardment of eighteen Dinghai Pearls!

"Bang bang bang..." Eighteen sounds, as if the Dinghai Pearls, as heavy as the creation of the heavens, hit Yang Jian's forehead continuously, and even failed to leave a mark!