Liang Yan was no stranger to the pure golden ancient bell in the air.
When he was breaking the elixir and rebuilding it, he went crazy and became possessed. It was precisely after he was detained in this ancient bell that he fought to the death with Lian Xin before he could regain his clarity.
The owner of this ancient bell took him into Tianhe City, helped him achieve the Hunyuan Immortal Golden Pill, and then sent him into an iron box, and then he got involved in the dispute in Wushuang City.
Scenes from the past flashed back in Liang Yan's mind.
And just when he was slightly dazed, the void above the sky was torn apart, and a monk in yellow clothes slowly walked out of the crack.
This man was short in stature, about half as tall as an average person, and was so skinny that he looked like a skinny monkey.
"We meet again."
The old monk in yellow sighed softly, then waved his sleeves, and nine yellow clouds fell from the sky, like nine ropes, catching the golden bowl condensed by the "Hundred Alchemy Golden Light", and pulled it upwards.
Boom!
There was only a dull loud noise, and the golden bowl flew upwards. The "Hundred Alchemy Golden Light" gradually gathered, and finally turned into a golden auspicious cloud, which was collected into the sleeve of the old monk in yellow.
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked!
The "Hundred Alchemy Golden Light" that millions of monks could not crack with their combined efforts was actually taken away by him. What kind of cultivation is this!
"Anyone who can do this must be a saint without a doubt!" Wang Chonghua exclaimed.
"Saints? There are only a few dozen saints in Antarctic Immortal Continent. Apart from the 'Zhenru Tianzun' of Luotian Mountain, who else has become a saint through Buddhism?"
"I heard that there is another 'angry monk', but the appearance that is rumored does not seem to match the person in front of me."
Everyone was talking a lot, and they were all curious about the monk in yellow who suddenly appeared in front of them.
Although we don't know his identity and origin, he took away the "Hundred Alchemy Golden Light" that trapped everyone as soon as he appeared. It was obvious that he was on Nan Xuan's side.
Among the crowd, only Fuhu, Xuanye and Fuhai had strange expressions on their faces.
They were all seriously injured and could no longer fly away. They had to be supported by Luo Tianshan's disciples and stood on the ground.
But at this moment, these three people, without exception, all raised their heads to look at the old monk in yellow clothes in mid-air, with expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces.
After a while, Venerable Fuhu murmured: "Two junior brothers, am I right? Is this Senior Uncle Wu Nian?"
"That's him! You can't be wrong!" Venerable Fuhai said solemnly.
"Uncle Wu Nian, didn't he betray the sect back then? How could he appear here? And why did he want to save us?"
Luotian Sanzun's communication did not use the technique of sound transmission, so the surrounding disciples could hear it clearly.
"Master, what did you say? This eminent monk is actually our senior in Luotian Mountain?" A young monk said in surprise.
"Shut up!"
Venerable Fuhu angrily rebuked: "This man is not a monk from Luotian Mountain. He has rebelled against the sect long ago, abandoned Buddhism and followed the devil, and has nothing to do with us anymore!"
"But him"
The young disciple wanted to say something more, but was frightened by Venerable Fuhu's stern eyes and did not dare to speak any more.
At the same time, the monk in yellow clothes in the sky clasped his hands together and chanted the name of the Buddha.
"Amitabha."
He glanced at "Zhenru Tianzun" in the distance, and a trace of pity appeared in his muddy old eyes.
"Senior brother, you refused to listen to me back then, and you still couldn't escape your bad luck in the end."
When Zhenru Tianzun heard his voice, his whole body trembled. His eyes gradually turned to the monk in yellow, and he seemed to have regained some clarity.
"Wu Nian, is that you?"
"It's me, senior brother."
"I can't see, I can't see." Zhenru Tianzun shook his head violently, with a look of pain on his face.
"Senior brother, things have come to this and there is no turning back." Wu Nian sighed.
"Haha! Hahaha!"
Zhenru Tianzun suddenly laughed, pointed at Wu Nian, and said with a smile: "You are right, you are right!"
After laughing for a while, he suddenly cried bitterly: "There are no flowers on the other side, just like a dream! Thousands of years of hard work are all vain."
"Senior Brother"
Wu Nian glanced at Zhenru Tianzun and seemed to have a thousand words, but in the end it just turned into a long sigh: "I came here today to settle the cause and effect."
"good!"
Zhenru Tianzun nodded and answered the question: "Well done, well done! Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"
As he spoke, his face gradually turned crazy, and the only trace of clarity was gone.
"drink!"
Suddenly I heard a loud shout, as if the Heavenly Lord raised his arms with his palms facing up.
Thousands of golden lights shot out from his palm, like a violent storm, covering the entire sky from bottom to top.
The whole sky is filled with the light of Buddha, the sound of Sanskrit is lingering, and it is filled with the aura of holiness.
But Wu Nian shook his head slightly.
His expression was neither happy nor sad, like a dry well, unchanged for thousands of years.
Soon, the golden light from the sky arrived, piercing his body like a sharp blade, but there was no wound visible and no trace of blood flowed out.
Although Zhenru Tianzun was insane, it did not affect his fighting skills. Seeing Wu Nian standing still, letting the golden light penetrate his body, he certainly knew that he himself had escaped from his golden cicada shell.
At that moment, he swept it with his spiritual thoughts and quickly locked onto a void.
"snort!"
The fat monk sneered, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed it from the air.
A huge hand like a mountain appeared out of thin air, locked the void tightly, and then grabbed it violently.
boom!
The space shattered and a figure emerged, it was Wu Nian.
Although he was forced to appear, he had already approached Zhenru Tianzun silently, his face still expressionless, but his hands were making seals quickly.
In just a moment, two rays of rays of light emerged from behind his head, one was a demonic light and the other was a Buddha's light. The two were entangled endlessly and evolved into a huge hand, grabbing Zhenru Tianzun.
As if sensing danger, Zhenru Tianzun's fat face trembled.
But he seemed unable to leave the spot. Even though Wu Nian's magical power was in front of him, he had no intention of getting up and running away.
"Senior brother, I'll take you on your way!"
Wu Nian's face was calm, and he clapped his right hand in the air.
The magical power that merged with the Buddha's and Demon's Paths struck Zhenru Tianzun hard on the chest, causing a loud noise that shook the heavens and the earth.
However, the huge body on the sand dune did not fall, not even swaying slightly.
Everyone in Nanxuan looked intently, and saw that Wu Nian's palm was deeply stuck into Zhenru Tianzun's chest, but it was stuck tightly with a pile of rotten flesh, making it impossible to move forward or retreat.
"harsh"
Zhenru Tianzun let out a weird laugh from his throat, then pushed his arms outward, and a layer of golden light suddenly erupted.
With a loud "Bang!" sound, Wu Nian was bounced away by the golden light, and flew backwards like a kite with its string broken.
Zhenru Tianzun was unyielding when he gained the upper hand. He put his hands together again and a huge golden mountain appeared in mid-air. It fell from the sky and suppressed Wu Nian's body to the ground.
Boom!
The bright golden light spread around like waves. Even thousands of miles away, it was still majestic and powerful.
When the heroes of Nanxuan saw this scene, they all felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy!
The two saints fought against each other. Although they were not targeted, even the aftermath of this battle was beyond their ability to withstand!
"Quick, everyone takes action together, otherwise we will all die!"
Gui Wujiu shouted loudly and called on all the heroes of Nanxuan to take action together.
Faced with the catastrophe of life and death, everyone did not dare to hesitate, and took action one after another, gathering their magic power into one place, forming a huge barrier to resist the aftermath of the magic power spreading from a distance.
The golden light hit the barrier, erupting with a loud roar like a mountain and a tsunami. Then the barrier shattered and millions of monks fell to the ground.
Those with lower cultivation levels passed out directly, while those with higher cultivation levels could still stay awake, but they vomited blood and were sluggish. Only the monks in the Transformation Tribulation Realm were still standing there, but their faces were as pale as paper, and it was obvious that the aura in their bodies was
Chaos, not pleasant.
Liang Yan finally calmed down the boiling blood in his body, but he didn't care about himself. Instead, he cast his gaze into the distance, anxiously looking for Wu Nian's breath.
Nowadays, everyone's hope lies in Wu Nian. If Wu Nian cannot defeat Zhenru Tianzun, then they have no hope of survival.
The vast golden mountain stands like a tombstone between heaven and earth.
Wu Nian was suppressed below Jinshan, but at this moment, Liang Yan could not find the other person's aura, and it seemed that he had been obliterated by Zhenru Tianzun.
Just when he was in a panic, he suddenly heard a loud roar, the golden mountain cracked in the middle, and a figure flew out from the rubble in the sky.
This person was over ten feet tall, with demonic patterns all over his body, and his pupils were a strange purple color. He was completely different from Wu Nian's previous image, and even his aura had changed.
Seeing this scene, Zhenru seemed to have touched some memory, his face was fat and twisted, and he murmured: "Junior brother, you don't study Buddhism well, and you are following some evil ways. I will punish you on behalf of my master!"
As he said that, he pointed his hand in the air, and a golden rope appeared in mid-air, and it was instantly wrapped around Wu Nian's body.
"Hundred Alchemy Golden Light!"
Fuhu, Xuanye and others, as the original elders of Luotian Mountain, naturally recognize this magical power.
The "Hundred-Refined Golden Light" is the result of thousands of refinements and cannot be broken by ordinary magic. It is just like Tianzun has cast it once before. However, this golden rope is obviously stronger than the golden bowl that traps everyone.
It was also at this time that everyone realized that Zhenru Tianzun had not used all his strength just now!
"Junior brother, you are naughty again!"
Zhenru Tianzun showed a strange smile, as if he was trapped in the memories of the past. While smiling, he tightened the golden rope to hang Wu Nian in the air.
Wu Nian, however, had no expression on his face and silently recited the Dharma.
boom!
The demonic energy around him surged and merged with the Buddha's light, forming a vortex of purple and gold, spinning crazily around him.
The golden rope was continuously strangled by the whirlpool. The "hundred-refined golden light", which is said to be tough and immortal, was ultimately no match for the encirclement and suppression of the Buddha and the devil, and it was quickly broken into several pieces.
Wu Nian regained his freedom, jumped into the air in a flash.
Seeing this scene, Zhenru was stunned for a moment, then showed an angry look and shouted: "Junior brother, you are so brave!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his hands making a secret, and the Buddha's light above his head gathered. After a moment, it turned into a huge sword light, cutting across thousands of miles of void, and cutting the space above the desert into pieces!
"Compassionate Soul-Transcending Kill!"
Venerable Fuhu saw this scene from a distance, with a look of horror on his face.
Liang Yan noticed his mood swings and immediately sent a message to ask: "Do you recognize this magical power?"
Fuhu smiled bitterly and said: "This move has not appeared in the world for thousands of years. Now, I am the only one in the entire Luotian Mountain who still recognizes that this is a powerful killing move recorded in the Great Sumeru Salvation Sutra, which can save the souls of all the souls in the world. This is it.
As for the sword wielder, his soul is gone and his true spirit is destroyed. Only his physical body can be preserved intact, and the rest will be wiped out in ashes!"
At this point, he sighed again: "Once this move is launched, the saint cannot resist it. Even if all of us join forces, we will be shattered in this sword light, and there will be no chance of survival."
When Liang Yan heard this, his pupils shrank slightly.
He trusted Venerable Fuhu's judgment.
Under saints, the difference in strength comes from the level of mana and the strength of magical powers. Once they become saints, it will be an essential change. No matter how many there are, they may not be able to stop Zhenru Tianzun's "Mercy Soul-Transcending Slash"
!
In this current situation, all hope can only be placed on Wu Nian
brush!
While everyone was stunned for a moment, the light of the sword pierced the air and cut across thousands of miles, shrouding Wu Nian's figure in it, making it inevitable to avoid him!
But Wu Nian's expression remained unchanged. He only moved his withered black palm and shouted:
"The Fallen Bell!"
The ancient golden bell responded to the sound and was in his hands in an instant.
Wu Nian held the golden bell in his hand, flicked his fingers, and heard the sound of Buddha lingering, clear and sweet, like the sound of nature from another world, dispelling all the anxiety, uneasiness, and fear in everyone's hearts.
when!
Hearing another crisp sound, the majestic "Mercy Soul Crossing Slash" was actually shaken away by the bell of the Fallen God Bell, and the light of the sword turned into golden fragments, floating in the sky.
When Zhenru Tianzun saw this scene, his face became angry and he kept making secrets in his hands.
The Buddha's light above his head kept spinning, and every time it turned, it shot out a sword light, and each one was faster and fiercer than the last, as if the Buddha's anger was about to kill to stop killing!
And in this sky full of sword light, Wu Nian's figure kept moving back and forth.
He relied on the "Luo Shen Bell" to turn his breath into nothingness and blend it between heaven and earth, just like a leaf, swaying with the wind. Even though the sword was shining like rain, it could never hurt him at all!
The two of them each showed off their magical powers, and in the blink of an eye they were fighting hundreds of moves in mid-air, and they were always evenly matched.
As Zhenru Tianzun's sword light became faster and faster, Wu Nian's figure became more and more erratic. Gradually, this person's aura could no longer capture the Nanxuan heroes. Looking up at the sky, they only felt that Zhenru Tianzun was with an invisible person.
fighting.
Even Liang Yan had the illusion that Wu Nian might not exist in this world at all, but it seemed to be everywhere!
Just when he looked confused, above the sky, he suddenly heard three bells ringing!
Dang! Dang! Dang!
The sound of ancient bells comes from the long river of time and carries mysterious power.
After three sounds, the golden light suspended above Zhenru Tianzun's head suddenly shattered, and then, a figure appeared out of thin air.
This person is Wu Nian!
I saw him put out both palms, "Bang! Bang!" twice, and slapped the left and right sides of the Falling God Bell at the same time. A portrait of Buddha immediately appeared on the left side, with his hands clasped together, and the treasure was solemn; on the right side, a statue of Buddha appeared.
A portrait of a demon god, with three heads and six arms, filled with evil spirits!
The moment the two portraits appeared, the Falling God Bell suddenly spun, and the Buddha's light and demonic energy burst out at the same time, heading towards the Zhenru Tianzun below to suppress it.