Chapter 632: Pang Wenlong

Chapter 632: Pang Wenlong

Chapter 632: Pang Wenlong

The Red Sun Palm struck across an area of ​​dozens of miles, like a long red-gold rainbow piercing the sun. Wherever it passed, even the surging and howling black fog was split in two. It was extremely domineering and violent.

On the nine-story ship, even with the Thousand-Eyed Master and Yun Yeshan in front of them, Wang Jin, Wu Yingxing and others still felt great fear.

The power and will contained in this palm are so strong that they are enough to shock any great master in the world.

"When martial arts have reached this level, they are no less powerful than any Taoist magic."

The eyelids of the Thousand-Eyed Master trembled. His true spirit was shattered and only a wisp remained. It was difficult for him to rebuild the Palace of God, but his vision was still there. Even in his eyes, this palm was truly extraordinary.

"Unfortunately, it is difficult to raise a real dragon in shallow water. Without the superior divine pattern, it is ultimately inferior to Taoist magic."

Yun Yeshan just sneered and activated the 'Nine-story Building' under him.

The Nine-Storied Tower was his vehicle during his lifetime. Even though it was mostly broken down and its internal dimension was destroyed, it was still considered a divine treasure and its grade was still higher than that of the Heavenly Fortune Mysterious Soldiers.

boom!
The nine-story ship shook slightly, there was nothing fancy, just a simple shake, and the entire strange land and even the land and city walls within a hundred miles nearby were shaken.

The next moment, the palm print hit the ship.

boom!
It was like a huge sun suddenly exploded, and a lifetime of light and heat burst out in an instant.

In an instant, the imperial capital was covered in white. Not to mention ordinary warriors, even Li Yuan, who was concentrating carefully, felt his eyes go dark and his brain went blank.

The collision was beyond the state of unity. Even though there was a strange mist in the way, the thick walls of the imperial capital city shook violently and cracked into countless huge cracks.

After his five senses were distorted for a moment, Li Yuan concentrated his mind and saw the thick city wall full of potholes and smoke and dust billowing everywhere. The warriors who were brave enough to come here to watch the battle either fell off the top of the city wall or were blown into the city.

Outside the city wall, a red sun hung high in the sky, emitting light and heat, resisting the strange black fog that kept expanding.

In the strange land, the building ship let out a long tremor, and Pang Wenlong's terrifying Big Sun and Red Sun Palm only left a faint palm print on the building ship.

"Nice ship, nice ship!"

The whistling wind blew his clothes away. Pang Wenlong, whose attack failed, did not show any anger. He looked at the nine-story ship with bright eyes:

"If it is swallowed by the Duntian Boat, Li's journey will be much smoother!"

call!
Pang Wenlong rushed into the mysterious land and headed straight for the building ship. The red-gold true energy flowed and intertwined around his body, bursting out with his fists and feet.

Li Yuan was familiar with hundreds of martial arts and could see at a glance that, apart from the Red Sun Palm, there was no trace of martial arts in Pang Wenlong's punches and kicks. However, the tremendous force that burst out from his every move was enough to terrify people.

With just one punch and one kick, the strange armored warriors who rushed down from the nine-story ship exploded into rolling black mist.

On the high top of the ship, Yun Yeshan had an indifferent expression, his ten fingers flying, and he was making some hand seals. And every time he made a hand seal, the black fog in the strange land would surge by three points and hit Pang Wenlong like a raging wave.

Thousands of soldiers rose and fell with the black fog, not afraid of life or death.

The Thousand-Eyed Master showed his Thousand-Eyed Dharma Image, his eyes were like thousands of divine swords shooting out, leaving behind hideous traces in the strange land.

“It feels good to have someone supporting you from the front.”

Li Yuan calmed down a little, looking at Pang Wenlong who was fighting alone in the strange land, he suddenly understood why he was able to convince several major Taoist sects.

As recorded in "The Records of Taizu of Dayun", Pang Wenlong always went ahead in every battle, often traveled alone in dangerous places, and was extremely generous. After founding the country, he even ruled the world together with his sect.

If it were anyone else, even if they had also cultivated a divine palace, it would be impossible for them to overwhelm several Taoist sects with just a few words.

"kill!"

Long Yingchan and the others were a little slow, but after they reacted they all rushed into the strange land to meet Wang Jin, Wu Yingxing and the others, while Tiancan Taoist and the bald monk stayed by Li Yuan's side.

Zen Master Dading clasped his hands together and stood among dozens of burning incense cauldrons.

Xin Wenhua, Dou Yue and other Taoist disciples did not approach, but watched the battle from afar or evacuated the people in the city.

"Old Pang is far superior to Daoist Master Long and others in the use of spiritual aura. As for martial arts, there is no trace of it. It's not that he doesn't use martial arts, but that all martial arts have returned to their original simplicity and integrated into his fists and feet."

"Qi and Shen are combined to enter the Dao. True Qi can interact with the heaven and earth and transform into True Qi. It can also nourish the soul and spirit to derive the divine realm, the unified realm, where the three elements of essence, Qi and Shen return to one, and the divine realm accompanies every move..."

"The Divine Palace Realm is more like integrating the spirit into oneself. The two are separate when separated, and as one when combined. Therefore, flying in the sky and hiding in the ground are all smooth and free, and every move is a true skill!"

Li Yuan's eyes sparkled and he looked fascinated.

After changing into Wanxing, his own talents have approached the celestial level. With the blessing of many mysterious weapons, he is no different from a true god-demon-level genius.

The battle that ordinary warriors and even grand masters could not perceive clearly seemed to have no secrets in front of him, and instead made his heart surge with inspiration.

"Senior Pang is worthy of being the Great Fortune Grandmaster."

Taoist Tiancan clapped his hands in admiration. Before coming here, he had been prepared for a fierce battle or even death, but he didn't expect that at this point in the battle, he didn't even need to take action.

Even with the suppression of the strange land and the nine-story ship, Pang Wenlong was still able to restrain the Thousand-Eyed Master and Yunyeshan by himself, and single-handedly stopped the expansion of this strange land.

As for other masters of the imperial court, even with the help of the strange land, they were still badly beaten by Long Yingchan and Yuan Qing Taoist.

The outcome seems to have been decided.

"These tripods..."

Taoist Tiancan glanced at the dozens of incense cauldrons beside Zen Master Dading. He knew without thinking who this ceremony was reserved for.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Li Yuan's heart trembled and he looked up suddenly.

Strong winds were howling over the imperial capital city, and a huge black dragon appeared from the swirling clouds and mist. It stretched out its gigantic claws and pressed down towards the top of the city.

"Molong!"

"It's Wan Zhuliu!"

Li Yuan reacted quickly, and the bald monk and the Taoist priest Tiancan also reacted quickly. The two looked at each other, and the bald monk protected Li Yuan behind him.

The Taoist Tiancan shook his sleeves, jumped up with the sword in hand, and in a moment, the sword energy had cut through the ferocious dragon claw.

"laugh!"

With one sword strike, the dragon claw was immediately split into two, but the black dragon just roared, a black gas surged out, and the severed dragon claw immediately grew out and grabbed the Tiancan Taoist again.

The cut-off dragon claw rolled in the air and turned into a black dragon as thick as an arm, which pounced down again at an extremely fast speed, as sharp as a flying sword.

"This beast?"

Taoist Tiancan’s eyelids twitched.

He had fought with Wan Zhuliu decades ago. At that time, the black dragon did not have this ability, but it was just startled. He then went up with sword in hand again.

boom!
Boom!

Thunder rumbled in the sky as a man and a dragon fought fiercely. For a moment, there were sword lights, black fog, and dragon roars everywhere.

"After the Shrine is built, will the spirit undergo such a big transformation?"

Zen Master Dading frowned.

Taoist Tiancan is a long-time grandmaster. Although he was severely injured by Wan Zhuliu and delayed for decades, his achievements are not much inferior to those of Taoist Long Yingchan and Taoist Yuanqing. But at this moment, he is being suppressed by the black dragon?
"Good, good!"

Sweeping the battlefield outside the city that was almost in ruins, the bald monk clasped his hands together, and a rich golden light shone through his body, dyeing it a brilliant golden color, just like the golden body of Buddha enshrined in the temple.

This monk, who is the oldest in the Xin Yi Sect, has long since cultivated his Vajra Indestructible Body to an extremely high level. With the naked eye, one can hardly see any color that flesh and blood should have.

But he did not fly into the air to slay the dragon. Instead, he stood in front of Li Yuan like a wall, looking outside the city with a serious expression.

On the other side of the roaring moat, Wan Zhuliu walked with his sword, and as he stepped, all the warriors inside and outside the city wall were shocked.
The sound of swords was heard, like the sound of rushing river water.

"Wan Zhuliu!"

The inside and outside of the city wall suddenly became quiet. Even in the strange land, there was still a roar in the sky, but everyone who saw Wan Zhuliu couldn't help but hold their breath.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Most of the warriors in this world would not recognize Pang Wenlong, Thousand-Eyed Master, and Yun Yeshan from the strange land, but the name of Wan Zhuliu is well-known even to the fledgling warriors.

Huhu~
There was a strong rumor outside the imperial capital, but it gradually died down.

Wan Zhuliu stood in mid-air, indifferently scanning the people on the top of the city wall. His gaze only stayed on the bald monk and Zen Master Dading for a moment before landing on Li Yuan:

"In fact, you don't need to deliberately lure him. Even if Long Yingchan and others are here, I will still come to kill him."

He didn't care about the bald monk who summoned the Vajra Indestructible Body, nor did he care about the Zen Master Da Ding standing between the Yunxiang Cauldron, and he didn't even care about Li Yuan, the number one genius in this world since ancient times.

His gaze was not so much on Li Yuan as on the Great Sun Spirit hidden in his body.

“Finally caught it.”

Li Yuan subconsciously took a step forward, but before he could say anything, wisps of red-gold energy flowed out of his body, interweaving and outlining each other, and in the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a red-gold figure.

The appearance of this red-gold figure was almost the same as Pang Wenlong, except that his expression was much colder and harder, and his figure flickered like a volcano about to erupt.

"With this old man here, it's not your turn to take action."

The scarlet-gold figure patted Li Yuan's shoulder lightly, then swept his long sleeves and flew into the air, carrying dozens of incense cauldrons on the top of the city wall.

boom!
It's like the blazing sun rising into the sky.

Those dozens of incense cauldrons shattered at once, and the incense sticks were swallowed into the body of the red-gold figure like little snakes, turning into even more intense flames.

"Using incense as a spiritual appearance?"

Li Yuan was shocked.

Pang Wenlong's three spiritual forms all have flames as their core, but he did not expect that one of his spiritual forms could actually inhale and exhale incense directly.

Incense comes from people's wishes and has many wonderful uses. It is truly a currency that is accepted in all realms. However, the incense itself contains the thoughts of countless people and cannot be used for cultivation.

"Incense?"

Wan Zhuliu was also somewhat surprised, and soon noticed something strange:

"Instead of just inhaling and exhaling incense, he used the incense as firewood... Is this the method Pang Wenlong used to kill me?"

(End of this chapter)