Nine Hundred and Fourteen. Fierce
"With the sky?"
Yan Zhaoge repeated these four words, and couldn't help laughing: "From this point of view, the great emperor and powerhouse inherited from the Immortal Court should be the same, and the incense and vows to be shared should be more than you."
"Is a Supreme Martial Saint like you the minimum standard to enjoy the honor of being with the sky?"
Haoyang Supreme Pei Hua's expression has become calm again at this moment.
Under the golden sunlight, it seemed as if a veil had been cast over his face.
Pei Hua said slowly: "Is this what you just deduced?"
Yan Zhaoge spread his hands: "It's the first time in these two days that I know about the existence of your Immortal Court. Although I have dealt with Buddhism before, my understanding is limited."
"Speaking of which, I just wanted to find out, is the Buddha Gate the same as you in this respect?"
Although Buddhism already existed before the Great Destruction, Yan Zhaoge also knew what the concept of the future Buddha's scriptures would be, but the specific details were relatively limited.
Pei Hua was noncommittal, and quietly looked at Yan Zhaoge: "You already know a lot."
Yan Zhaoge curled his lips: "In my opinion, you also know a lot."
He looked at the place where Yang Chong disappeared, and at the place where he killed Shang Jun just now: "It's far more powerful than Shang Jun who is at the eighth level of Martial Saint."
"You are completely different from them."
Yan Zhaoge looked at Pei Hua with a very strange look: "Your Excellency should really understand the difference between your Immortal Court inheritance and the Taoist Three Purities Authentic School."
"Is it because of the accumulation of masters, the great emperor of your school left a message, and you knew it from the beginning?"
"Or when you fairy court warriors climbed to the tenth level of martial saints, the supreme realm in the world... Well, when you have the so-called qualification of 'being with the sky', you start to have the opportunity to see the truth?"
Yan Zhaoge looked at Pei Hua curiously.
Pei Hua looked indifferent: "If you want to gain something, you have to give. Why don't you heretics? It's just that the things you give are different."
"Compared to your efforts, there may not be any rewards. As long as we are sincere, God will take care of us."
"Our rules are far fairer than yours."
Pei Hua glanced at Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting: "In my opinion, this is the right way."
Yan Zhaoge said: "You, and the scriptures and principles of the future Buddha, the achievements that warriors can achieve in their cultivation are also affected by their talents."
"Although for you, the most important thing is the heart to the Buddha and the Tao, and the talent and understanding are equal, but the undeniable fact is that when the power of offering incense and fire is the same, the higher the talent and understanding, the easier it is to a higher peak."
Yan Zhaoge looked at Pei Hua: "For example, your talent is better than Shang Jun and Yang Chong."
Pei Hua said calmly, "So what?"
He looked at Yan Zhaoge, then at Fu Ting: "It can be seen that the two of you are both amazingly talented, world-swallowing geniuses, geniuses among geniuses."
"Two martial saints at the fifth level, Jianshen mid-stage martial artist, can kill the eighth-level martial saint, and Shang Jun, who is at the middle stage of Xianqiao. If I were at the fifth-level martial saint, I would definitely not be able to do this."
"Generally speaking, warriors from heretics are indeed stronger than my generation in the same realm, and the two of you, among your heretics, are also far superior to your peers."
"But..." Pei Hua slowly raised one of his hands.
"At this moment, in front of me, no matter how good you two are, it won't help."
In the palm of Pei Hua's palm, there was bright golden sunlight condensed, which was extremely dazzling: "Because, my realm is much higher than yours."
"I admit that I am probably no match for the Supreme Martial Saint among your heretics, but I have the True Immortal Emperor to subdue him in my righteous way."
Pei Hua's expression suddenly became a little complicated: "And your great emperor who came from heretics will also be dealt with by a strong man who can be called emperor in my orthodox way."
While talking, Pei Hua slowly pushed out with a palm.
The fiery masculine power of the sun shrouded the sky, making Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting feel like they were on fire almost at the same time.
Yan Zhaoge took a deep breath, the internal organs in his body glowed, as if there were five gods standing upright.
Under the metamorphosis of the five elements, the power is endless, and the five-colored precious light covers the whole body.
Fu Ting's body is surrounded by clouds of plain color, but it is Taisu Wuliangshen, one of the five congenital unique skills.
The plain-colored clouds are constantly being worn away by the golden sunlight, but they are born again immediately, neither increasing nor decreasing, as if infinite.
However, Pei Hua's palm was more powerful than the previous strike.
As far as the golden sunlight reaches, Yan Zhaoge's Five Elements Daluo Immortal Physique, and Fu Ting's Taisu Wuquan Body both show signs of instability.
The gap between the realms of the two sides is too great after all.
Quan Haolong, who was beside Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting, couldn't help being stunned when Yang Chong died just now.
At this time, he was also shrouded in the golden sun, his whole body was trembling, and he looked at Pei Hua in disbelief, who in his mind was once the master of Fang Fang's fairyland.
Even a martial artist who was born in the Immortal Court, how can he be a stupid person if he can cultivate to the third level of Martial Saint?
Because he has chanted Taoism since he was a child, he has never doubted the immeasurable Heavenly Venerate and the Immortal Court.
If Pei Hua beat Yang Chong to death with one palm, Quan Haolong would at most be sad and feel sorry for Yang Chong.
But just now, none of Pei Hua's power really fell on Yang Chong.
It turned out to be the precious light in Yang Chong's body, not under his own control, but under Pei Hua's control.
So much so that Yang Chong couldn't help but forcibly turned into a rainbow and died!
Seeing this scene, Quan Haolong couldn't help being dumbfounded, feeling cold all over his body.
No matter what method Pei Hua used to kill Yang Chong, even if it was a sneak attack with poison, Quan Haolong would never be as frightened as he is now.
Seeing Yang Chong die, no matter how stupid Quan Haolong is, he will always think of himself.
His expression was both frightened and bewildered, and his eyes were full of confusion.
For the first time in his life, the originally pure and bright precious light in his body became unstable and kept flickering.
As soon as Baoguang was out of balance, Quan Haolong's aura of true energy immediately became dim, so obvious that Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting could clearly detect it.
Pei Hua glanced at him indifferently: "You might as well not keep it."
Although the power of the palm affected Quan Haolong, the moment the precious light in Quan Haolong's body was out of balance, it would turn into a rainbow.
If you don't wait to die under Pei Hua's hands, you've already followed in Yang Chong's footsteps!
Yan Zhaoge slightly raised his eyebrows: "This kind of method can only be used on immortal warriors who have already rebelled. If the opponent is still pious and the precious light is constant, will it not be effective?"
Although Pei Hua's palm force brought a lot of pressure, Yan Zhaoge's expression was as calm as usual, and he even took the time to ask: "You just said that if you can re-baptize Yang Chong, it should be possible for Quan Haolong Bar?"
Pei Hua stared at Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting: "Compared to him, I am more willing to convert you two."
"For people like you who are so talented, if you can abandon evil and turn to righteousness, and turn your heart to heaven, it will be a great merit for me."
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