Supreme Medicinal God

Ye Feng's divine power rose again, and his mind quickly echoed the luck method of wearing stone. It seemed that he had found the place where the stone wearer's finger failed just now, and he quickly modified the luck route. ."

A violent vigour, shot from the tip of the index finger, shot hard, and shot heavily in the middle of Master Mingyue's palm.

Boom, Master Mingyue's palm suddenly flashed a golden light, still blocking Ye Feng's finger strength, his old face flashed with a surprise.

Master Mingyue's wrist shivered a little.

The power of the second finger is obviously much larger than the first finger just now, and even more than Master Mingyue's fingers.

Master Mingyue was curious and unbelieving: "How is it possible that you are also holding fingers? Although the posture is like it, it is not like the taste of holding fingers. Without years of fire, how could your fingers be so powerful, and the family will not wander Language, you really just learned the fingering."

As Master Mingyue said, without enough experience, it is impossible to instantaneously condense the internal force at the fingertips, and reach the maximum lethality.

Ye Feng pointed a finger casually on the surface, but used more than ten exhalation methods to integrate the stone-transporting luck method into his fingers, so that the body's magical power can condense from the whole body to the fingertips and instantly blast out.

Ye Feng smiled: "Of course, I just learned it, or I learned it from you. Isn't it what you mean?"

Ye Feng pointed out that it was like a flower, and another finger struck through the stone. The golden light of Master Mingyue shone, and all his fingers were taken.

After taking Ye Feng’s finger through the stone, Master Mingyue was amazed at first, and soon seemed to want to understand something. He nodded loudly and said with a relaxed look: "Amitabha, the old monk understands, you are really just a old monk The fingering just learned here, although it refers to the flower, but its energy is completely different from that of the old monk. It is a profound and unpredictable energy. The little donor is really a wizard, admire, admire."

Although Ye Feng's fingering borrowed from Master Mingyue's twig finger, the energy in it was the stone worn by the four emperors of Thailand.

Very curious about the golden light emerging from the thin palms of Master Mingyue, Ye Feng asked with a smile: "Master, your palms are made of gold? I got a finger, I didn't hurt a bit, it's awesome. Yes, it’s shiny, what’s its name?”

A glorious look flashed in the eyes of Master Mingyue: "Amitabha Buddha, the little donor praised it. The old monk's name is Vajra not bad. It is a new practice that the old monk retired this time."

Although Ye Feng doesn't like Master Chi Kong, he likes Master Mingyue a little bit. Master Mingyue is not as scheming as Master Zhikong, but has a straightforward temperament, what to say.

He ridiculed, "Vajra is not bad at magic? Isn't it meant to be played, it doesn't mean bad?"

Master Mingyue nodded: "It kind of means that."

"Then I want to try, your newly-developed Vajra does not spoil the magic, is it true or false?"

Master Mingyue's eyes became fierce. Since King Kong's immortality has been cultivated, there has been a loss of melancholy in his heart. For thirty years of retreat, the people of their generation have basically disappeared, and they seem to have no opponents for a while.

But the child in front of him just saw him using his finger, and he learned it secretly. Of course, he only learned a form, but the stormy energy in his finger made his Vajra not bad ability to be severely tested. .

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Master Mingyue folded his hands together and looked respectfully: "Amitabha, little donor, it seems that you did not do your best. It is better for both of us to learn what we have learned in our lives. How about fighting a good fight?"

Ye Feng also has the same kind of excitement. Sometimes, it's not bad to find an evenly matched opponent to fill the emptiness and loneliness in my heart.

"Okay, let's fight well."

Master Mingyue closed his eyes and closed his hands, his hands closed, as if the old monk entered the set, standing there, like a thousand-year-old pine, the wind blew his simple monk's robe and his snowy long whiskers.

Boom, Ye Feng suddenly felt the whole world was quiet, the sky, the sun, the clouds, and the blue sky faded, and only the Master Mingyue in front of him became energetic.

A faint gleam of golden light radiated from his limbs and corpses. His body was getting bigger and bigger, and the treasures were solemn, making people solemn and admiring.

A buddha sounded from the outside of Jiutian Yunxiao, accompanied by a soft and pleasant chanting sound.

The Master Mingyue in front of him was surrounded by layers of golden light, and he was no longer the skinny and ugly old monk, but became a burly and strong Luohan.

Ye Feng looked at Master Mingyue in a daze, these were not illusions, nor were they real, but everything he saw with the eyes of his destiny gods and felt with his consciousness.

In the eyes of all the onlookers, Master Mingyue was still the skinny and ugly old monk on the playing field, his eyes closed and his curtains motionless, and Ye Feng stood still with his eyes closed.

But the two people's ideas are already fighting in another space. That is a world where only two people, Ye Feng and Master Mingyue, are thinking.

In the eyes of Ye Feng's destiny, Master Mingyue has transformed into a real body of Luohan, with a height of more than ten feet. His muscles are as strong as mountains and rocks, and he stands proudly in front of Ye Feng.

It seems that the legend of Master Mingyue is true, not groundless.

Ye Feng took a deep breath, the divine power swelled swiftly, and the blood of the calm ancient archaic clan began to boil.

Master Mingyue's life was surprised with a face, what kind of power is this?It has exceeded the scope of the human body. This is by no means ordinary mana, but a force that is beyond the reach of the Buddha.

Is this kid actually a Protoss?

Impossible, in ancient times, when the Buddha was also born, the Protoss disappeared on the earth.

No matter what kind of power it is, Master Mingyue cannot fall behind.

He clenched his fists, his pupils widened sharply, and a golden light spewed out of his eyes. The golden light of his body was also like the sun's light, blasting away in all directions.

"Is this Vajra not bad at magic?"

Ye Feng became extremely hyperactive. His bloodline was ignited like explosives. His body circulated at a rapid speed. His body began to swell under the divine power. Although he did not grow as tall as Master Mingyue, he also grew about seven or eight feet.

A powerful fighting spirit rose sharply from the bottom of my heart. Under the guidance of the gods' mysteries and wars, the divine power within the divine lattice, like the Yangtze River that broke through the dike, grew exponentially.

It was a terrifying world, the domineering and war of the weeping ghosts.

There is no fighting spirit or warfare, regardless of life and death.

A wave of mountains and seas, destroying all undead wills and wars.

Can finally fight with all his strength, Feijian slowly rose from his hand.

In the crystal clear flying sword, the three colors of blue, red and gold slowly flowed, and the beauty of the wheel was exuding a daunting pressure.

(End of this chapter)