A golden dragon shot out from between them. It had just flown less than three feet, and it had already begun to expand. In the end, it swelled into a lifelike golden dragon that was dozens of feet long.
"Golden Dragon Zen Staff?" Zhuo Haoran's face condensed and the words blurted out.
The golden dragon swayed slightly at this time, and turned into eighteen golden dragons, almost filling the surrounding void. As they flew and circled, they brought up large swaths of golden cloud light, heading straight towards the endless snow-white sword light emitted by Zhuo Haoran.
Go up.
The bronze monk was not idle either. The demon-conquering pestle in his hand grew to the size of a hundred feet, destroying everything along the way, breaking through the layers of Haoran's sword energy, and slashed towards Zhuo Haoran.
Zhuo Haoran's face showed a bit of solemnity. He opened his mouth, and suddenly a silver jade pendant shot out and hung in front of him.
The spiritual light on the jade pendant flickered, then shook slightly, and suddenly a snow-white light curtain in the shape of the jade pendant shot out, growing in size until it reached the size of the Demon-Conquering Pestle.
"Bang." The light curtain was shattered by the Demon-Conquering Pestle, but Zhuo Haoran didn't show the slightest surprise, because the jade pendant in front of him vibrated every breath, and every time a snow-white light curtain flashed out.
Layer upon layer, I don’t know how many layers are superimposed on each other in the blink of an eye.
Every time the bronze monk's demon-conquering pestle shattered a screen of snow-white light, it became dimmer. When he was still several feet away from Zhuo Haoran, the golden aura on the demon-conquering pestle had become so dim that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.
"Lingbao White Jade Pendant?" The bronze monk exclaimed, and his demon-subduing pestle also wailed, turning into a golden light and returning to him, hovering unsteadily.
The eighteen golden dragons sent out by the white-faced monk circled vertically and horizontally in the vast sword aura. Wherever they passed, the sword aura exploded one after another, and for a while the whole hall was filled with endless roars.
The golden elixir and foundation-building monks all had shocked expressions on their faces and retreated one after another. The glow of sword energy in the sky was not something they could touch at their level. A single sword energy could kill them.
Not a soul is left.
The same was true for Xiao Lin and others. They withdrew one hundred feet away. The purple thunder star shield coiled around their bodies had already dimmed after being hit by the aftermath of the sword energy a few times.
Xiao Lin knew in his heart that there was a world of difference between the same magic weapon and spiritual treasure in the hands of a Golden Core cultivator and that in the hands of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Just like the white jade pendant that Zhuo Haoran sacrificed, it was just a mid-level spiritual treasure, which was on the same level as his own Qingyang Mirror.
But when used in Zhuo Haoran's hands, it was able to withstand the full blow of the bronze monk.
If this is a high-level spiritual treasure or a top-quality spiritual treasure, if it is used in the hands of people like Zhuo Haoran, might it have the power to destroy the world?
The Jinxia sword energy almost filled the space of a hundred feet, and the fight between the two sides was extremely fierce. The Tiandang demon flag in the hands of the Black Dragon King on the other side was even more powerful and domineering.
A large area of Baisha demonic energy almost filled the 100-foot radius above his head, and the groups of Baisha demonic energy condensed into various shapes of monsters and charged towards Old Monster Jinhe and Old Demon Yinkui.
And go.
Old Monster Jinhe and Old Demon Yinkui each activated their own magic weapons, and with all their strength, the Black Dragon King was helpless for a moment.
Xiao Lin's face was gloomy, and he kept thinking about ways to seize the treasure.
The other people obviously have the same thoughts as Xiao Lin. The True Spirit Divine Water and several treasures in the True Spirit Pond are all great opportunities for immortal cultivators.
Even the golden elixir and foundation-building monks who were forced back to the edge of the hall by the golden glow and white light were ready to make a move. In the face of the huge opportunity, the fear in their hearts began to dissipate.
"Boohoo." Suddenly three figures took advantage of the gap in the fight between Zhuo Haoran and the white-faced monk to rush towards the True Spirit Pond.
Each of them had a ferocious look on their face and held a jade bottle in their hand, obviously to contain the True Spirit Divine Water in the True Spirit Pond.
In an instant, they were less than ten feet away from the True Spirit Pond, and there were expressions of surprise on their faces. As long as they could get a bottle of True Spirit Divine Water, even if it was only half a bottle, then entering this Glazed Immortal Mansion would be a great success.
It's a good harvest.
"Seeking death." The two voices came out almost in unison.
Several rays of snow-white sword energy and a sky-filled golden glow suddenly poured out from the side, directly wrapping the three people who had arrived at the True Spirit Pond.
The shrill screams only had half a chance to be shouted out before they stopped abruptly. When the golden clouds of sword energy dissipated, blood rained down from the sky, and the two of them were completely crushed to pieces.
This scene immediately frightened several people who were planning to rush over from behind.
Xiao Lin's face turned a little pale, but his eyes showed a somewhat absolute expression.
He slowly retreated towards the back, disappearing into the crowd in the blink of an eye.
The gray-haired old man and the woman named Hua stared at the True Spirit Pond with unwilling expressions on their faces, their eyes a little red.
Although many golden elixir and foundation-building monks were scared away again, no one still chose to leave. The great road to immortality is right in front of them. As long as they can get the treasures in the true spirit pool, they can go one step further. This is the case for almost everyone.
An irresistible temptation.
Of course, they felt more that the few Nascent Soul old monsters in front of them had not yet shown their true fire. If they went all out and fought for life and death, they might not have the leisure to take care of the True Spirit Pool, which would give them a glimmer of hope.
Chance.
Xiao Lin had already retreated to the back of the crowd, his face full of solemnity. He had already thought of a way to seize the Ming Yan Black Lotus, but this method was still very risky.
But after thinking about it for a long time, Xiao Lin felt that only this method had a chance of success.
After all, in front of several Nascent Soul old monsters, it is impossible to seize treasures without risk.
A gray aura appeared around Xiao Lin, and the next moment, his body slowly disappeared.
"Brothers and junior monks admire Donor Zhuo's fighting prowess. However, it is impossible for Donor Zhuo to defeat the two young monks. How about we discuss it?" After fighting with Zhuo Haoran for a long time, the white-faced monk couldn't help but
He spoke.
"What kind of discussion?" Zhuo Haoran was slightly startled when he heard this, and his sword energy also slowed down.
"The lotus roots of the Mingyan Black Lotus in this True Spirit Pond belong to Brother Monk, and the rest belong to Donor Zhuo, okay?"
When Zhuo Haoran heard this, he immediately smiled: "Zhuo doesn't want the rest, but only the lotus root of the Ming Yan Black Lotus. Are you two willing to do this?"
When the white-faced monk heard this, his face suddenly darkened: "The lotus root of the Mingyan Black Lotus is related to the chance of becoming a Buddha for the junior monks and brothers, but to fellow Taoist Zhuo, it is just a treasure. Why bother to fight with the junior monk for this?"
Senior brothers are going to war."
Zhuo Haoran sneered: "You two may have forgotten that our Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong and your Xiji Ancient Buddha Celestial Sect are already on the verge of war. Once you two get the lotus root of the Ming Yan Black Lotus, I am afraid that Xiji
The Ancient Buddha Celestial Sect has added two more Golden Arhats, wouldn't this pose a great threat to our Great Emperor Haoran Celestial Sect?"
"It seems that Donor Zhuo is determined to block the opportunity for my brothers and sisters to become Buddhas?" When the white-faced monk heard this, his face darkened.
The bronze monk even showed a ferocious expression, and the demon-conquering pestle in his hand was already manifesting thousands of golden lights, and it rumbled towards Zhuo Haoran.
Zhuo Haoran laughed heartily, and the Snowflake Divine Sword beside him shook slightly and split into twelve pieces. When the twelve Snowflake Divine Swords appeared, the temperature in the entire mountain suddenly dropped sharply.
Goose-feather-like snowflakes began to fall, and at the same time, streaks of snow-white Haoran sword energy crisscrossed and formed a network of light, covering the two monks.
"Amitabha." Accompanied by bursts of dragon roars, golden dragons sprang out from the golden beads beside the white-faced monk, wrapped in rich golden light, and crashed towards the light net.
The moment the two collided, a large amount of golden and white aura suddenly erupted, dispersing in all directions, and the ground also emitted a burst of explosions like a barrage of cannons.
This scene made the surrounding Jindan and Foundation-Building monks all tremble with fear and look horrified.
This was the first time for many of them to see a fight between Nascent Soul monks. Such a shocking momentum was the only time they had ever seen it, and if it hadn't been for the extremely severe restrictions placed on the hall.
At this moment, the entire hall is probably already in dilapidated state.
The two white-faced monks knew that they wanted to get the lotus root of the Mingyan Black Lotus, and Zhuo Haoran had become an insurmountable obstacle in front of them.
Only by killing or defeating them can you get the treasure.
Thinking of this, the two finally started to use the real fire. The bronze monk's high-pitched Buddhist trumpet sounded, he opened his mouth, and three golden knives shot out from his mouth. These three golden knives were all golden and exuded a rich aroma.
The Buddha's light, at first glance, is the effect that can only be produced after a long time of Buddha's light sacrifice.
Three golden knives shot out, became several feet in size in the blink of an eye, and slashed towards Zhuo Haoran in the air.
The bronze monk's face was gloomy at this moment, and his eyes were even more murderous. There was no trace of the compassionate and kind look he had before.
It opened its mouth and shot out a six-petal golden lotus. As soon as the golden lotus appeared, it slowly bloomed.
The moment he saw this golden lotus, Zhuo Haoran did not show any surprise. It seemed that he had expected it.
The snow-white jade pendant in front of him spun around a few times, and then erupted into a large swath of snow-white light again, and then layers of light curtains in the shape of jade pendants shot out.
A few feet in front of Zhuo Haoran, a dense white barrier formed, and this barrier surrounded Zhuo Haoran without any blind spots.
At this time, the six petals on the golden lotus suddenly fell off. With a slight sway, they disappeared without a trace. Six golden light pillars emerged a few feet away around Zhuo Haoran.
Strange golden aura runes emerged one after another, spiraling around the golden light pillar. After detouring to the top of the light pillar, they suddenly turned into golden dragons, flying down into the sky and hitting the white light curtain.
At the moment of the collision, the entire hall trembled slightly, and then the golden and white auras scattered in all directions, covering almost half of the hall.