There were countless people around. They should be the martial artists who had gone to the Western Desert to watch the battle. Of course, there were also many archean creatures.
The most eye-catching were two people. One of them was an old monk in a kasaya. His face was calm, and there was no sadness or joy.
He wore a string of Buddhist beads around his neck and a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. He was slowly turning them.
Opposite him was a tall young man.
His body was covered in silver light, forming a monstrous armor that covered the sky. He looked like a Godfiend.
The aura emitted from his body seemed to be able to suppress the world.
He should be Bai Qianshan, the tenth generation grandson of the Primordial Ancestor of the Silver Tribe!
"Old monk, I advise you to surrender obediently and admit defeat. If you do, I can spare your life." In front of him, the Silver God of War, Bai Qianshan, said coldly.
Around him, the void was rapidly collapsing.
"How dare you! Who do you think you are to ask our elder to surrender?"
"That's right. My Martial Uncle is powerful. How can he lose to you?"
The old monk was an eminent monk of the Putuo Temple. At this moment, the monks of the Putuo Temple all shouted angrily.
"Amitabha. Young benefactor, show us what you've got." The eminent monk, Pushan, also shouted in a deep voice.
"Old man, since you want to die, don't blame me!" Bai Qianshan took a step forward, and the aura on his body suddenly burst out.
Silver runes spun around him, forming 360 vortexes that crazily absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy.
"Die!"
With a roar, a silver fist punched out. The 360 vortexes jumped together, and a terrifying and violent power surged forward.
"What a terrifying fist! What a terrifying power!"
The martial artists who were watching the battle trembled.
In front of the Starry Hall, Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes. This fist contained at least 30,000 archean force. This Bai Qianshan was really impressive.
A casual attack was so terrifying.
He was not the only one. The other sacred grounds and sects were also watching through the array formation.
When the older generation powerhouses saw this scene, they could not help but tremble.
A casual punch could kill an ordinary invincible King.
Bai Qianshan's strength had become stronger again!
It was rumored that he was the tenth generation grandson. Was he already so terrifying? If he was the second generation or the first generation grandson, how terrifying would he be?
The talents and bloodlines of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races are too heaven-defying. It's not easy for the Human Race to grow.
These elders felt their scalps go numb.
Fortunately, the Ten Thousand Ancient Races had all gone into hibernation during the Primordial Era. Otherwise, the Human Race would probably still be their slaves.
Facing this shocking punch, Pu Shan's eyelids twitched slightly.
Although the other party was young, his strength was too terrifying.
Weng!
He roared angrily, and endless Buddhist light burst out from his eyes.
A large hand reached out. Symbols flickered in the sky, forming a golden mountain that slammed forward.
This scene also caused the Human Race cultivators to exclaim in surprise. This was because the power of the Buddha's palm was not the slightest bit weaker than the silver fist.
However, the experts of the older generation sighed. This was because Pu Shan was an Invincible King of the older generation who had lived for nearly two thousand years.
Although this Bai Qianshan was also someone from the Primordial Era, he had been sealed in ice all this time. His true age was very young, probably not more than a hundred years old.
However, the two of them were actually evenly matched. This meant that their opponent's talent and bloodline far surpassed Pu Shan's.
This was not something worthy of celebration.
The golden palm and the silver fist collided in the sky, setting off a storm that filled the sky.
The surrounding crowd quickly retreated, their faces filled with horror.
This shocking battle was too powerful!
Amitabha.
Pu Shan chanted Buddhist scriptures again. The golden palm flashed as if it was going to seal the silver fist.
Old man, you still want to seal me? Go to hell!
Stars in the Sky!
Bai Qianshan let out a long roar. The silver light on his body was incomparably dazzling. It turned into one huge star after another in the sky, bringing with it a terrifying power as it fell from the sky.
It slammed into the golden palm and pierced through it.
What? It broke! It broke the Buddha's palm!
The martial artists were shocked, especially the monks. Their faces were filled with horror.
The golden palm was incomparably powerful. It was impossible to break it. It was called the Buddha's Hand.
But now, it was broken into pieces by the other party. They could not believe it.
Damn it. Has the other party become so strong?
They felt a chill in their hearts.
The powerhouses from the sacred grounds who were watching the battle from afar were also shocked. Lin Xuan also narrowed his eyes.
That attack just now should be the other party's ultimate move.
It was very powerful.
It seemed that the other party had the right to be arrogant.
Flower Blooms.
Pu Shan roared. Behind him, endless Buddhist light rolled and condensed into a Buddhist flower.
The Buddhist flower was extremely pure, like an immortal flower from the Immortal World.
Open!
With a roar, the golden flower slowly spread out. Accompanying it was a terrifying aura that seemed to tear the whole world apart.
The surrounding people's hearts beat wildly, and their faces changed drastically.
Not good. Retreat quickly.
This was a Buddhist Grand Magic. The martial artists and primordial creatures who were watching the battle fled madly.
The surrounding void was quickly shattered. It could not withstand the power of the flower at all.
Boom! Boom!
In the sky, countless silver stars exploded with a loud bang.
Bai Qianshan's pupils shrank. He did not expect the old monk to have such a Grand Magic.
If the golden flower fully bloomed, it would pose a threat to his life.
Get lost!
In the next moment, he roared.
Silver Spear Rage God! Go to hell!
The vast silver stars turned into a silver domain. This was the other party's King Domain.
The silver domain spun rapidly and formed a silver spear. It was like the spear of a god descending from the sky.
With one strike, the mountains and rivers shattered, and the earth cracked.
A huge crack that was tens of thousands of miles wide appeared in the void, and it was still spreading into the distance.
This spear was too terrifying. Its target was the golden flower behind Pu Shan.
The golden flower had a total of six petals. At this moment, three of them had already bloomed.
The shocking power had already shocked everyone.
Even Bai Qianshan had to treat it seriously.
When the fourth petal bloomed, the silver spear finally collided with the golden flower.
The two of them exploded with destructive energy.
Not good!
Pu Shan's pupils shrank. A hint of shock appeared in his eyes.
This spear was too terrifying. It actually shook his golden flower.
The golden flower was condensed by his King Domain, and it was a super Grand Magic of the Buddhist Sect.
When all six petals bloomed, it could definitely destroy everything.
However, he had only bloomed the fourth flower. There were still two more.
With a roar, he continued to use the Buddhist Dharma to make the fifth petal bloom.
An even more terrifying power came from the golden flower, causing everyone to be terrified.
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