Chapter 1713 Chapter 1709 The sound of the Great Brahma Dragon purifies the soul, and the people downstairs are desolate

Unable to hit!

It can't be beaten at all!

After this blow, let alone Pei Yuan, everyone in the five realms saw that Shou Ye's body could be said to be the beginning of the Holy Emperor.

The Dead Sea has never been able to restrain such a powerful ancient warrior before, but today, it can't even help Master Shou.

"Will you continue to fight, Pei Bansheng?"

Feng Zhongzui grabbed the preaching mirror and couldn't help but murmured softly.

The missionary mirror was pointed at the back of Lord Shou. When the pillars of the sky disappeared, the pure water accumulated on both sides of the Dead Sea quickly surged back.

The big wave submerged everything again, including Master Shou.

But everyone knows...

The dragon will soar over the sea!

Until the clean water completely covered his body again, the cold touch was still unable to calm Pei Yuan's uneasiness.

"Why is this happening?"

"Why was I chosen?"

"Why is his physical body completely unaffected?"

Pei Yuan looked at the young mountain standing not far away under the Dead Sea, which looked like an insurmountable mountain.

He hesitated.

The Holy Emperor's golden edict banned ancient martial arts.

He was sure that he remembered correctly, there was a passage with this content.

Is it possible that the Great Emperor of Cangsheng unlocked his own combat power and also unlocked Xu Xiaoshou's?

He wants to see a fair, just and open fight?

But this is too unfair. How could I possibly take even half a step away from what Xu Xiaoshou did in his heyday?

"If you hesitate, you will lose."

When Master Shou's calm voice sounded everywhere again, Pei Yuan couldn't help but look back at the preaching mirror.

The missionary mirror is indeed photographing me!

The current hesitation can be seen in all five realms.

At this moment, are all the spiritual masters in the world laughing at me, just like at the end of the Qigu War?

Elder Pei blushed, and forced himself to squeeze out a ray of courage from his past cowardice, and shouted:

"The Dead Sea cannot contain your physical body, but what about your spiritual mind?"

This loud roar should have been a way of expressing anger and strength, and it should have boosted one's prestige.

But not far away, the young man in black curled his lips and said calmly:

"You can give it a try."

This drink suddenly turned into a question.

Both Pei Yuan and Pei Yuan realized later that they heard the harsh tone in his words and asked about his true intentions.

I'm actually scared!

I'm actually asking!

In the battle to seize the Dao, I was actually trying to verify whether his spiritual mind was sealed, so as to influence my will and decide whether to take action...

I actually want to escape?

When this impulse flashed through his mind, Pei Yuan even twisted his waist slightly back.

But he firmly restrained his steps and cut off any thought of leaving a embarrassment on his back.

The peripheral vision and the holy thought swept away again at the same time.

The preaching mirror was indeed still staring at me.

If you run away at this time, even if you survive, you will be on the wrong track and will be infamy for thousands of years.

Holy, don’t escape!

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"Xu Xiaoshou, you forced me!"

Pei Yuan's eyes were about to burst, like a wild dog that was forced into a dead end with no way out and was trying to fight back until death.

He suddenly raised his hand and pressed his fingertips to the center of his eyebrows, and a trace of blood burst out.

This drop of holy blood leaped out.

In the dark Dead Sea, what appeared was golden light.

The light was sacred and bright, and contained a magnificent power to soothe people's hearts. With just one glance, Pei Yuan's state of mind was completely soothed.

"This is……"

Feng Zhongzui was stunned.

This golden light fell in his eyes, much like the light of Buddha.

Inexplicably, the Sanskrit sound sounded in his ears, but instead of dispelling the confusion and unsettling, the Sanskrit sound filled his ears like a demonic sound.

Feng Zhongzui became irritable all over.

In the Dead Sea and in the Holy Mountain Refuge Group, the many semi-saints who had retreated became extremely violent at the same time.

"what?"

"what sound!"

Even Beibei's brows knitted together, and he had no choice but to lift Duzun in front of him, using the power of the Emperor's Sword to slow down the demonic sound.

"Buddhism's method?"

Fang Wenzhen was the oldest person in the crowd watching the match, but he still couldn't understand what Pei Yuan was doing.

The methods of Buddhism in the Western Regions are actually recorded in the five regions.

But the power of Buddhism has always been solemn and solemn, and it is rarely as confusing as it is now.

"Perhaps it has something to do with Pei Yuan's current state?"

Fang Wenxin immediately saw the root of the problem. Pei Yuan was so confused at the moment, how could he use the methods of the Buddha?

"He shouldn't have done this..."

No!

But soon, Fang Wenxin knew why.

Pei Yuan is not stupid. He can cultivate to semi-saint level. How can there be any stupid person?

But there is no way to go to heaven, and there is no way to enter the earth. At this time, if you continue to hope that your own means can defeat Xu Xiaoshou, it is tantamount to wishful thinking.

No matter if he was in poor condition or if his spiritual skills were at odds with each other, he would still have to use external force.

Even if this external force is borrowed at this time, it is contrary to his state, and it is likely to make him go crazy!

High in the sky over the Dead Sea, Pei Yuan was hunting in a robe.

His face was half solemn.

When it seems that the eyes are dazzled, it can be seen that its true nature is green-faced, fanged, and ugly.

He poured all his energy into that drop of golden holy blood.

The holy blood buzzed and turned into a golden relic the size of a baby's fist, floating in the Dead Sea with a golden glow.

Pei Yuan raised his hands, danced his sleeves high, and shouted:

"Senior Zhengxin, please help me!"

This drink, repeated over and over again, penetrates the waves with force.

When it fell into the ears of Xu Xiaoshou, the Holy Mountain Refuge Group, and even the people of the five regions, it turned into two distinct sounds.

Like the Buddha with the majestic appearance of jewels speaking softly.

It's like a cold and cold devil whispering!

…

"Correct... heart...?"

There were many people watching the battle in the five regions, but not many people knew who Pei Yuan was talking about.

At that time, there was a monk belonging to the Buddhist sect located in the desert of the Western Regions. He looked at the small preaching mirror inserted in the wind and sand, and his heart was filled with fear:
To be continued...