Chapter 3077 Last Stand (9): Restoring the True Body

The two relics in the center of Yang Qingxuan's eyebrows trembled violently. Under the influence of the inner and outer prajna golden light, they emitted huge energy fluctuations, washing away the whole body.

Suddenly, the void behind him flickered, bursting out with bright golden light, and there emerged two stalwart figures, each making a formula, and the power of great nirvana bloomed from within their ten fingers.

A strange color flashed in Wuxiang Moxun's eyes, the phantom was transformed by the relic, and the relic between Yang Xuanzang's eyebrows began to shrink, releasing vast power.

Yang Xuanzang's face gradually calmed down, and he sat there quietly cross-legged, his chest was pierced by the halberd, and the power of Nirvana swayed throughout his body. Wherever he passed, the ghost energy dissipated, and the darkness was swept away.

Formless Demon Xun raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, turned around and left, turned into a ray of light, and shot towards the distant battlefield, leaving Indra to guard here.

Because he knew that Yang Xuanzang had already won.

The energy of the innate ghost was dissipated by the power of the Great Nirvana, and the two relics were completely dissipated and disappeared.

The chain of laws in Yang Xuanzang's body also dissipated, leaving only the damaged body, sitting there quietly, with his head bowed, becoming very peaceful.

Indra radiated a gentle golden light, which fell on Yang Xuanzang, forming a serene and peaceful picture, which was particularly thrilling and shocking in this big battlefield where the power of destroying the world was turbulent.

Fu Zhen felt something in the distance, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he shot out two rays of light. He forcibly trained the entire Prajna family, and his whole body was fused with relics, but he couldn't get it right. Just after sensing the power of Nirvana, It seems to be touched.

"Is he still alive?"

Many people were shocked in their hearts, shocked by the beautiful scenery, but in the midst of a huge battle, they couldn't stop, the shock was only a quick glance, and they continued to invest in the earth-shattering fight.

Yang Xuanzang's consciousness and body are very weak, but his body is filled with the power of Nirvana, and he is constantly repairing his physical body.

After the power of Nirvana circulated for a few days, it mixed with the power of heaven, forming a wanton ocean, soaking the whole body.

Afterwards, blood energy surged in his body, and in his consciousness, a monstrous sea of ​​blood melted into the sky, covering his whole body. The powerful blood force continued to tear his body apart, and then reshaped it. Every wave of blood would slap him. Shattered, and re-illusioned.

Later, the blood wave turned into white little by little, forming a vast sea of ​​white light, returning to the embrace of the original source of the Dao.

I don't know how long it has passed, it seems that the battle outside is too fierce, the terrible energy hits, the shaking Indra shakes around, and the nine rings ripple out a golden soil barrier, making a crisp sound.

Yang Xuanzang slowly opened his eyes, their eyes were scarlet. Seeing the battle in all directions, he immediately came back to his senses and remembered everything that happened.

He held the battle halberd with both hands, pulled it out from his chest, instantly touched the internal and external injuries, and spat out a big mouthful of blood.

"Ha, haha, I won, I still won..."

Yang Xuanzang laughed wildly, his whole body was dripping with blood, he stopped the bleeding a little, took out the elixir and swallowed it desperately, after swallowing, suddenly "wow" he vomited blood, feeling extremely uncomfortable in all aspects of his body, as if about to explode.

"what happened?!"

There seemed to be a force in his body, desperately repelling his body, transforming into the blood shadow avatar, hundreds of millions of blood symbols reappeared, tumbling non-stop.

Sensed by Yang Xuanzang, he was taken aback. This power was actually the power of the Blood Saint Patriarch, and somehow it was in his body.

After contemplating for a while, he immediately understood that the will and power of the Blood Saint Patriarch had been swallowed by the innate ghost, and when the innate ghost was devouring him, he was swept away by the power of Nirvana. The ghost had no choice but to retreat and left Yang Xuanzang's body.

Then the remaining blood energy in the body was either not completely devoured by the congenital ghost, or it was not taken away by the congenital ghost when it left.

Yang Xuanzang was stunned for a while, a little at a loss, these energies were a huge treasure, and he couldn't react.

He immediately ran his blood nerves to detect and perceive these energies, and tried to absorb them bit by bit.

After the purposeful contact, those instinctive rejection reactions of energy began to fade slowly, and under the guidance of the blood nerves, they swam around the whole body in circles and were absorbed by the body.

Yang Xuanzang was ecstatic. He didn't know how much of this energy, but it was absolutely terrifying. If he absorbed all of it, he might be able to upgrade to another level in an instant.

He suddenly found some storage rings floating around, some of which were simple and weird in shape, filled with a strong bloody color, and were left by the Blood Saint Patriarch.

The Blood Saint Patriarch's energy was devoured by the innate ghost, but all the real objects survived, and he grabbed them all and got them all in his pocket.

Yang Xuanzang's fiery eyes flashed, and he found that there were all kinds of wreckage and broken limbs floating everywhere in this huge battlefield, as well as storage components and weapons. He felt inexplicably sad and sad.

But he knew that now was not the time to be sad, and he could not kill Fan Wu and others. Such a tragic situation would continue forever until the universe perished.

Suddenly, Yang Xuanzang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at the very distance, showing a look of horror. The entrance of Kunxu had opened at some time, and Fan Wuzheng was standing at the entrance, with his hands behind his back, as if he was talking about something.

Yang Xuanzang was in a hurry, and looked around again, the huge battlefield was in a bitter fight, no one shot at all, only some warriors who had been maimed like him were recuperating alone.

Yang Xuanzang raised the halberd, stood up, and was about to fly towards Fanwu, when suddenly a voice sounded, "You have a rest, Fanwu will leave it to me."

Yang Xuanzang was taken aback for a moment, and immediately heard the voice, exultingly said: "Master Diyi!"

I saw a few rays of light suddenly appearing on the periphery of the Kun Ruins.

Immediately, a Taiji diagram descended, surrounding Fan Wu.

Nine figures appeared out of thin air, all of them were powerful old men, each of them looked condensed and in peak condition.

Yang Xuanzang looked over, ecstatically, these nine old men were all existences from the Nine Stars and Thousand Realms, the leader was Di Yi, his face was full of sternness, his eyes gleamed, and he didn't appear to be injured at all.

"Oh? You're not dead yet."

Fan Wu was only slightly surprised, and then regained his composure.

"You're not dead, how dare I die!" Di Yi said in a deep voice, with a touch of the seal in his hand, the Tai Chi Diagram flew into his hand.

The other eight old men stood behind him, stepping on their positions, their breaths connected with each other, forming a large formation.

Fan Wu just glanced at it and said with a sneer, "Nine Heavens Xuannv Formation? You have been messing around for so long, and you just made such a broken thing?"

Di Yi said: "It is enough to kill you."

Fan Wu said lightly: "Kill me? Are you serious?"

Di Yi said: "If you step back now, I can spare your life."