Peerless God Emperor

His incomparably arrogant voice echoed out as he stared disdainfully at the other Chosen, as if he was unrivalled in this world.    

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. The gazes of many people started to flicker as they hesitated, unsure of whether they should challenge Jie Jie.    

If they didn't challenge him, it meant that they were scared of him. They called themselves geniuses, but because of the battle, they became timid and had an effect on their dao heart.    

But if he were to lose, what would the result be?    

It was impossible to predict.    

"Let's wait first. In the end, we only take three people. There's no need to be in such a rush." There was no need to challenge the strongest heaven's pride level expert to prove himself. As long as he was strong enough, he would definitely meet him. If he couldn't even beat the others, then there was no need to fight with Jie.    

"I heard that the buddhist art of the Buddha is profound and that he was able to comprehend three thousand Buddhist scriptures in just three or four years after entering the buddhist faith. He was able to amaze the world with a single strike. I would like to experience it for myself." At this time, a figure of the white robe could not come to the top of the Battle stage and said politely.    

"Almsgiver is too kind." He revealed a kind smile, "young monk is just a speck of dust among all living beings.    

"The Sacred Light of the Western Heaven is a sacred ground of the Profound Sky Continent's Buddhism. Since the Great Master is the Buddha of the Divine Music of the West Gate, he is worthy of the word 'profound'." white-clothed youth waved his hand, his tone revealing his admiration. There was not a trace of fighting intent, as though he was just unable to make small talk.    

"Three or four years." Qin Xuan's eyes flashed. He had been in the Demonic Desolate Domain for about three or four years, and it seemed like he had also left for the Western Divine Sound Region after the Big Dipper Selection.    

In the midst of the crowd, Beize Tianpeng and Yang Yunhui were also unable to focus on the Battle stage they were standing on. Beside them stood several figures, which were impressively Stellar Lord of the Northern Dipper and several other disciples.    

"I never would have thought that this child would also be this extraordinary. I was wrong about him back then." sighed. Back then, he had only paid attention to Qin Xuan, but he had neglected many people, such as Mo Lishang. The Northern Dipper List was only the third, but now, it had become the Holy Son of the Ice and Snow Palace.    

Not only him, Yang Yunhui and Beize Tianpeng also had similar thoughts in their hearts.    

"Although your status is inferior to them, there is no need to belittle yourself. As long as your own strength is strong enough, you can similarly receive the respect of others." Stellar Lord of the Northern Dipper solemnly looked at the two of them and said.    

"Disciple understands." The two of them nodded. The reason they came to Shrine Battle Field was to raise their own strength, the rest had nothing to do with them.    

"I am the Falling Goose Immortal Palace's Yan Yanyun. Master, I appreciate it." The white-clothed youth cupped his fists, the Spirit Qi on his body suddenly became tyrannical and sharp, his finger pointed forward, and the Spirit Qi in the air converged at one point, transforming into a goose that could not fly.    

The celestial maidservants flew through the air, streams of immortal light cascading downwards. The spiritual energy in the air was unable to circulate, as though it was being controlled.    

"Falling Goose Immortal Palace is an expert in control. Not only can he control martial cultivator's body, he can also control the spirit energy in the world, preventing it from being absorbed into his body. He can also lock onto martial cultivator's body, and can only allow the other party to attack."    

The Buddhist light in his eyes shone brightly, as though an extremely powerful buddhist power was contained within. With a sweep of his eyes, a resplendent buddhist light blossomed, colliding directly against the formless energy.    

In an instant, the resplendent and unparalleled buddhist light filled the entire space, as if everything was purified and the control was removed. The spiritual energy was normal and was unable to flow into his body. He stood there serenely like a supreme deity, calm and composed.    

Yan Yanyun's countenance slightly changed. Her palms continued to shoot out, forming a series of palm imprints above her head, pressuring downwards. The space around her seemed to have turned into her domain, as her body, which was controlled by his will, stood in the center of the space, as the palm imprints slammed down, wanting to bury his body.    

The hearts of the onlookers could not help but tighten. The Buddha of Ximen Shengyin had lost just like that?    

Dazzling Buddhist light was released, but the buddhist light surrounding his body was endless, like an immortal golden body. s appeared around his body, all of them releasing buddhist light with their hands clasped together, but their expressions were different, as though they were all supreme buddhist gods of the west gate, unfathomable.    

The sound of his palm striking against the ground continuously echoed out. One Ancient Buddha after another began to emit a hundred thousand feet golden light, but they still remained as unmoving as mountains, and even cracks did not appear. They did not stop to stand in the center of the Buddha statues, like a moon surrounded by stars.    

"Immortal Gold Body?" Many people's eyes flashed with a hint of shock. Rumor has it that there were three thousand buddhist arts, and among them was a powerful buddhist art. After mastering it, one could create an immortal golden body, allowing the thousands of attacks to land them on the same level.    

Could it be that the divine ability that he had just released was that kind of divine ability?    

Withdrawing his hand, a hint of admiration appeared on Yan Yanyun's face. He slowly landed on the Battle stage and could not help but clasp his fist, "Master's buddhist arts are indeed profound. I admire you."    

"Thanks for the win." He could not help but slightly nod, neither sad nor happy.    

After that, Yan Yanyun walked down the Battle stage. She looked extremely relaxed, but she did not look depressed because of her defeat.    

Many people could not help but take a few more glances at Yan Yanyun. Everyone said that the disciples of the Falling Goose Immortal Palace did not like to fight and acted straightforwardly and righteously.    

"Demon Shrine's Mage Sen is here to ask for the teachings of a great buddhist master!" An arrogant voice rang out.    

He was a man dressed in black, his long black hair fluttering in the wind. His hair even had a bit of the demonic luster on it, which made him look like a demon, giving people a terrifying feeling.    

"Magic versus buddhist magic, is this Magic Sen unable to openly provoke him?" Some of them revealed a curious expression.    

Everyone else was the same. The Demonic Shrine was widely acknowledged to be the strongest power in the Devil Dao, while the Western Divine Sound was the strongest in the Buddhist Sect. The clashing between the disciples was indeed very interesting.    

"Please." He extended his hand and made a gesture of 'please', but he was still calm as usual.    

"Among the younger generation of the Devil Dao Palace, Mo Wushuang possessed the highest talent and was bestowed the title of Holy Son, followed by the people from Demonic Forest. Even Yan Yanyun, who came from the Falling Goose Immortal Palace, was defeated just now. Some shook their heads. Apparently they didn't think well of Moss.    

Hearing the discussions from the surroundings, Mo Sen's face became colder. The demonic light in his eyes raged and became even colder. He looked like a demon god descending to this world with incomparable dignity.