Central Plains Gone Mad

This battle suddenly turned into a purely physical slaughter.

It was clearly somewhat out of keeping with a cultivator's style. Generally speaking, as their realms rose, battles between cultivators increasingly became clashes of divine abilities and magic treasures.

Cases of purely physical combat like this were rarely seen.

Most battles relied on great divine abilities and magic treasures as the means of killing.

The two bodies collided, and even the sun and moon in the sky seemed to tremble.

Old Monk Bodhi once again gained the upper hand due to his advantage in realm.

The Ascension Realm was already a level where one condensed an Immortal Platform and could bear the Great Dao Rules.

Though Old Monk Bodhi had been fighting with his body all along, every movement he made actually carried the Great Dao Rules.

"Boom!"

Zhou Feng was smashed viciously into the ground.

Yet his seemingly severe injuries rapidly healed.

His body had clearly been reduced to a pulp just moments ago, but now he looked completely unharmed.

Old Monk Bodhi, his entire body shrouded in Demonic Energy, showed no change in expression.

He knew those who cultivated the Great Dao of Longevity very well.

They were basically cockroaches that could not be killed. The man before him possessed extraordinary talent and had comprehended the Great Dao of Longevity on his own.

Naturally, he would not die so easily.

Besides, Old Monk Bodhi intended to convert Zhou Feng, so he was not worried in the slightest.

The Demonic Energy covering his body slowly vanished, and he returned to his original kind and benevolent appearance.

"Amitabha!"

Old Monk Bodhi uttered a Buddhist invocation, and Buddhist light surged forth in an instant.

A Seven-Colored Glazed Bowl descended over Zhou Feng and trapped him beneath it.

Zhou Feng had intended to