Chapter 1718

"Amitabha, goodness, goodness, why should you be angry?"

Seeing that the war was imminent, when Bai Zizi didn't know how to make a decision, at this time, a golden figure appeared in front of Jin Zhen's body at a fast speed and in a blink, and read a Buddha's name at Jin Zhen.

This is an old monk in a golden cassock. He looks 70-80 years old. He is kind-hearted and friendly. The most important thing is that he can't see any real yuan breath on his body. He doesn't look much different from a mortal.

Although the old monk looks like a mortal, Li Mu doesn't think it's really a mortal old monk, because just the speed of the other party's appearance is by no means what ordinary people can do. At least Li Mu thinks he can't reach the other party's speed without displaying the speed of the sky.

"Old bald donkey, what do you mean, blocking my way, but I'm going to get punched!"

Looking up and down at the old monk, Jin Zhen said with a sneer.

"Hahaha, this Taoist friend is very angry. Although I don't want to get your fist, I can't let you kill on my holy island."

The old monk was not angry with what Jin Zhen said, but said with a peaceful face.

"What do you mean, my master said, I want to kill Yuan Zhen, the dog Dingxi, so he must die today!"

Jin Zhen was not a clumsy person. Like Li Mu, he knew that the old monk in front of him must not be a mortal, but he didn't mean to shrink back, but became more arrogant.

"Amitabha, elder Yuan Zhen seems to have offended two Taoist friends, but after all, he is the elder of my holy island. I don't think so, let me receive your three fists for him."

"I stood where I was and didn't fight back. Although Taoist friends fought, if I could withdraw from three steps after three punches, elder Yuan Zhen's life and death would be at your disposal, but if I couldn't withdraw from three steps, the matter would be reconciled."

The old monk suggested.

"Elder Putuo, no, you are injured, not his opponent. Their goal is me, so you let me fight with him. Even if I die in the war, I can't lose the face of our Holy Island!"

Yuan Zhen walked up to the old monk and said to him that the old monk was actually the elder Putuo he had mentioned before.

"No, the cultivation of this Taoist friend has reached the late stage of the Cambrian Saint level. You are by no means his opponent. I can't let you die in vain. As the elder of my Holy Island, you have to die on the battlefield of fighting with the demon clan even if you want to die!"

The old monk Putuo shook his head at Yuan Zhen, and then continued to look at Jin Zhen.

"Old monk, you are so big that you dare to make such a big talk. Don't say three steps back. I'm afraid I'll kill you after my three fists. You'd better get out of the way. I'm not a person who kills innocent people indiscriminately. Don't lose your life for nothing!"

Jin Zhen was a little surprised at the suggestion put forward by the old monk Putuo, but he didn't mean to do it, but opened his mouth to persuade the other party.

"I've made up my mind. I hope Taoist friends don't persuade me anymore. Just do it. I just hope you can keep your promise."

Putuo shook his head with a smile and said.

Seeing that the Putuo monk was so unkind, Jin Zhen subconsciously glanced at Li Mu, obviously asking for Li Mu's advice.

"Jin Zhen, since this elder has said this for his own sake, then try it, and don't lose the face of our Beidou League!"

Li Mu didn't try to stop Jin Zhen. He said with a smile, which immediately caused the dissatisfaction of the people on the Holy Island. Even Bai Zizi showed a trace of implicit anger, but he didn't speak out because of his face.

"Well, old monk, since my master said so, and this is your own initiative, then you can't blame me, watch boxing!"

Being said by Li Muyi, Jin Zhen was immediately in high spirits. A powerful holy power suddenly erupted on his body, and a dazzling purple golden aura lit up on his fists.

Jin Zhen's right hand became a fist, and with a destructive aura of Zhenyuan, he severely smashed Putuo.

With Jin Zhen's fist, all the people on the Holy Island showed their horror. Their cultivation was above the transcendental realm. Naturally, they could feel how terrible Jin Zhen's fist was. On the contrary, Putuo stood where he was without the slightest intention of avoiding, and let Jin Zhen's fist hit his chest.

"Boom!!"

With a hard sound of fine iron attack, Jin Zhen's iron fist falling on Putuo's chest was shocked by a dazzling golden aura. Jin Zhen let Putuo step back three steps, and he couldn't shake the other party at all.

"What a powerful physical defense, it can actually hard connect Jin Zhen's fist. This old monk's cultivation must have reached the late holy stage, and may have been completed in the late holy stage, not far from the prospective emperor."

Seeing that Jin Zhen's fist failed to shake Putuo, Li Mu was extremely shocked. Jin Zhen's strength had reached the level of purple and gold five stars, which was the real combat power of the later stage of the holy order. Although Li Mu saw that Jin Zhen didn't use all his strength, it was not that he couldn't even shake Putuo. This shows the strength of the old monk of Putuo.

"Unexpectedly, you can resist my fist hard, old monk. I can't see that you have two skills, but I only used three points of force for the punch just now. I won't be merciful for the next punch!"

As for Putuo's ability to resist his fist without moving a dime, Jin Zhen said in his heart that he was not shocked. It was false, but he didn't show it on his face. He saw the purple gold aura flashing on his right hand, and purple gold runes condensed by the power of law quickly gathered on the surface of his fist head.

"Break it for me!!"

With a dazzling purple golden aura burst out from the surface of Jin Zhen's right fist, Jin Zhen's body worked, and he raised his hand and hit Putuo. The energy of his fist was extremely terrifying, forcing those Holy Island disciples who were close to him to retreat far away, and they couldn't get close to him and Putuo at all.

After being punched by Jin Zhen, Putuo's body also changed this time. A golden Rune cassock appeared on his body, which helped him block most of the attack power of Jin Zhen's fist. As for the remaining part of the attack power, it was dissolved by his strong physical power.

In the second boxing by Jin Zhen, although the old monk Putuo used his defense magic, he still didn't retreat a bit. He stood still like a wooden stake, as if he could never be shaken.

"Immortal golden body method, the defense magic power exerted by the old monk Putuo, how can it be similar to my immortal golden body method? It seems to be much more exquisite than what I practiced!"

As Jin Zhen's second fist failed to achieve success, Li Mu finally saw the mystery of the physical strength of the old monk Putuo. The emotional opponent had a powerful and terrifying defense magic, and it was similar to his immortal golden body method.

"Awesome, old monk, I have used 60% of my strength, and you are still motionless. It seems that it's not right for you to work hard. Today, my face of Beidou League is lost."

"Great fortune divine fist, the wheel of fortune!"

The old monk Putuo was not hurt by two fists in a row, which made Jin Zhen more and more angry. This time, he didn't reserve the slightest bit. The five blood colored stars on the center of his eyebrow twinkled. With a fist raised, he hit a purple golden law wheel in midair, and with endless crushing power, he fell on Putuo's chest.

"Hum!!"

Accompanied by a void buzzing, the wheel of creation played by Jin Zhen severely hit the chest of the old monk Putuo. This time, the wheel of creation did not immediately collapse, but turned more and more ferocious, constantly attacking Putuo.

At first, Putuo was able to bear being hit by the wheel of creation, but as time went on, his face became more and more ugly. The golden Rune cassock on his body soared, and it was like a golden armor outside his body, which protected him inside to resist the attack of the wheel of creation.

But after a few breaths, monk Putuo's body couldn't help moving. One leg retreated one step backward, followed by the second leg.

Seeing that he had withdrawn two steps, monk Putuo's face became more and more dignified, and his right foot couldn't help moving backward, so he had the potential to withdraw from the third step