Chapter 2015 Goodbye Ancient Bell

"ah!"

The sudden death of the Great Suffering caused the crowd to scream. Millions of monks watched this scene happening, but were unable to stop it. They were extremely horrified!

The dignified young saint died in the blink of an eye, not even his remains were left, leaving only a bloody mist.

"Brother!"

Fu Hu, Xuan Ye, and Fu Hai exclaimed loudly, and they all wanted to rush forward, but were stopped by the monks beside them.

Gui Wujiu's face was solemn and he said solemnly: "What we are facing is probably an unprecedented crisis! We must not be reckless."

Only then did the three of them react and glanced at the huge monk in the distance, their eyes full of disbelief.

"Uncle, why did you kill Senior Brother Da Ku?" Venerable Fuhu said in a harsh voice.

"Yes, uncle, don't you remember us?" Fu Hai and Xuan Ye also asked.

In the distance, the huge monk sat cross-legged on the ground. He didn't even look at the three of them. Instead, he grinned, looking extremely weird.

"He is the mountain master of Luotian Mountain. Is he really like a deity?" Liang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and his face was solemn.

Why is this dignified saint like this?

Moreover, as the mountain master of Luotian Mountain, he actually killed his own disciples. This makes no sense whatsoever.

In a trance, Liang Yan's thoughts were chaotic, and he vaguely felt that everyone was trapped in a huge conspiracy!

"Everyone, be careful! I think this 'Zhenru Tianzun' is not normal. Let's evacuate first and then make a long-term plan." Gui Wujiu said loudly.

After hearing what he said, everyone nodded in unison, each made a spell, turned into light, and fled in all directions.

For a time, all kinds of rays of light flew together, and millions of monks dispersed like birds and beasts!

But before everyone in Nanxuan could fly far, they heard a Buddhist Sanskrit sound ringing in the sky, and then the golden light fell and turned into a huge golden bowl, trapping all the millions of monks in it!

Among the crowd, there were a few people with impulsive personalities, such as "True Lord Huayang", "True Lord Miaohua", "Dunanzi" and others. They could not wait for a moment and immediately cast spells to break the golden bowl. Get out.

boom!

As soon as the magic came close, there was a muffled sound, and golden light burst out, blowing back and blowing the bodies of several people into pieces!

When the other monks saw this scene from a distance, they all took a breath. How could they dare to break in? He immediately stopped pressing the escape light, his face was filled with surprise and uncertainty.

"Could this be Luo Tianshan's 'Hundred Alchemy Golden Light'? I'm afraid it hasn't appeared in the world for thousands of years, right?" Gui Wujiu said in shock.

"It is indeed the 'Hundred Refined Golden Light'."

Venerable Fuhu smiled bitterly and said: "In the entire Luotian Mountain, only the mountain master has this magical power. None of our eight brothers and sisters can use it."

"Saint! He is a saint!" Gui Wujiu's face turned pale. He looked back at the huge monk sitting on the ground and exclaimed in surprise: "Is he going to drive us all away?!"

"I'm afraid he is no longer the 'Zhenru Tianzun' he used to be."

Liang Yan's voice was low and his face was solemn: "The whole 'Divine Machine Act' may be a huge conspiracy. Even the fellow Taoists in Luo Tianshan have hidden this matter. All of us are in the chess game!"

After hearing this, Gui Wujiu smiled bitterly and said: "This is Beiming! They started planning thousands of years ago, or even earlier. That's why they are so pervasive that the entire Antarctic Continent is under their control! In fact, I I have known for a long time that the battle between the North and the South is a failure, and I only placed my hope on Senior Linghu, hoping that he could change his destiny. Unexpectedly, he can't save himself now, and we all may have become abandoned!"

He does not mean that.

Maybe it was just a simple complaint that was not to blame, but Liang Yan had seen Linghu Bai's chessboard.

"Beheading Bai Zi and being reborn after a broken arm. Is this all what he wanted? He has to sacrifice all of us to achieve his wish to make a comeback?"

At this moment, Liang Yan's belief also wavered.

Beiming's power is so great and its layout is so deep, it's like dark clouds pressing down on the city, and Linghu Bai is the only bright light in this endless darkness, guiding everyone's direction.

Now that even this bright light has gone out, what hope is there?

"City Lord, what are you thinking?" Liang Yan muttered to himself.

At this moment, the huge monk in the distance took action again.

He raised his right hand and smacked his huge palm in the air. Thousands of golden lights suddenly appeared above the sky. In a blink of an eye, they condensed into a huge palm, covering an area of ​​more than 7,000 miles under his palm!

The Dharma of this palm is endless and contains the path of life, death and prosperity. All things rotate and cannot escape the scope of the palm.

"It's over. If the saint takes action, there will be no way for us to survive!"

Gui Wujiu looked up at the huge palm falling from the sky and murmured to himself.

No wonder he is so decadent. Although there is only one word difference between Yasheng and Saint, the difference in cultivation level between the two is really huge! In front of the saint, Ya Sheng had almost no ability to resist.

Liang Yan also raised his head.

In the lines on that palm, he saw countless Buddha Dharma, the vast world, and all kinds of subtle changes, but he could only understand one ten thousandth of it.

It was as if an ant had just emerged from its burrow and looked up to see the mountains!

Such a sense of disparity, not to mention that he was not to blame, even gave him a trace of decadence. He just felt that any resistance was in vain, and it was better to accept death calmly.

But the next moment, Liang Yan came back to his senses, his eyes gleaming.

"Everyone, if you are facing death, why not fight to the death?"

Liang Yan shouted loudly and used his magical power. His voice spread thousands of miles away, allowing everyone to hear it clearly.

"Although 'Zhenru Tianzun' is a saint, he is currently unconscious and may not be able to exert his full strength. There are millions of us, and there are hundreds of tribulation ancestors. It is better for us to join forces and fight, which is worse than closing our eyes." Waiting to die!”

This sound woke everyone up.

It is true that the power of a saint is difficult to resist, but if millions of people take action at the same time, there is always a glimmer of hope, which is better than sitting back and waiting to die!

Especially those ancestors who have cultivated to this level, how can they give up easily?

"Everyone, take action!"

Gu Tian's voice was low, and he sacrificed both the "Mending Heaven Aegis" and the "Mending Heaven Divine Sword". The Houtu Domain spread to all directions, forming a huge barrier that served as the first line of defense for everyone.

The second person to take action was Gui Wujiu. This person's face was solemn. He waved his sleeves and held a star map in the air.

As he cast spells, the star map continued to expand, evolving into various starlight spells, some shaped like sharp swords, some like rippling water, all in various shapes and forms!

With the two people's spells blocking the air, others no longer hesitated.

Millions of monks displayed their magical powers at the same time. Regardless of their level of cultivation, from the ancestors of the Tribulation to the foundation-building monks, they all contributed their own strength at this moment.

Facing the saint's attack, no one dares to hide their secrets!

More than a hundred ancestors of the Tribulation, all sacrificed their own magic weapons, and even used all the magical powers at the bottom of the box.

Because they know that if they don’t use it now, they will never have the chance to use it again in the future!

"What about the saint? There are millions of people like me, but I don't believe he can kill us all!"

A casual cultivator in the Transformation Tribulation Realm shouted loudly, with an excited look on his face, and stretched out both palms.

Powerful spiritual power burst out from his palm, turning into a ball of mysterious and mysterious green energy in mid-air, which seemed to be blended with the heaven and earth, ethereal and traceless.

The next moment, green energy soared into the sky, condensing into a thousand-foot-high Dharma form, which was almost exactly the same as himself. He raised his hands high, trying to hold the golden palm falling from the sky.

"Fellow Daoist Qingming, don't be reckless!"

As soon as the crowd finished speaking, there was a crisp sound of "Bang!", and the green-robed Dharma image was illuminated by golden light and immediately shattered into pieces!

And the "Ancestor Qingming" himself also let out a scream in mid-air, with bleeding from all his orifices and no breath, and he just fell straight down from mid-air.

Everyone couldn't help but look horrified when they saw this scene.

You know, although this "Ancestor Qingming" is a casual cultivator, he has already passed the sixth difficulty and is famous. Unexpectedly, he was just illuminated by the golden light and died immediately!

"Is this the method of a saint?"

Most of the millions of monks present have never seen the power of a saint. Only a few people have had a glimpse of it, but they have never experienced it personally.

At this moment, in the sky, Sanskrit sounds are lingering.

The huge golden palm slowly pressed down. Wherever it passed, the starlight shattered and the realm collapsed. Even if millions of monks joined forces to block it, they could not slow down the falling speed of this palm.

Gui Wujiu, Gu Tian and other sub-sages were the first to bear the brunt. Their magical powers were crushed, their faces were pale, and the corners of their mouths were bleeding!

Liang Yan also had a hard time, as all five sword lights were bent by the golden light of Buddhism. Even if his sword intent was strong and he combined the power of the four laws with his Taotie demon body, he could not stop the power of the saint!

"If this continues, I'm afraid all of us will be buried here!"

This thought only passed by for a moment, but it made Liang Yan feel horrified.

He thought of Yun Longzhu. If he had this magic weapon with him, he might still have a chance to escape.

But the Yunlong Pearl has been handed over to Nan Youyue, and even the only magic weapon that can be relied on has been lost. Now I don’t know how to escape from this place.

Just as Liang Yan's mind was spinning, he suddenly heard Venerable Fuhu say loudly:

"Today's situation was all caused by the 'Divine Machine Act'. The three of us brothers and sisters are really to blame! There is only one way now, and that is to sacrifice the souls and relics of the three of us to break the 'Hundred Alchemy' The barrier of light will provide a way for all fellow Taoists to survive."

As soon as these words came out, all the monks in Luotian Mountain said: "Uncle, you absolutely must not!"

Venerable Fuhu sighed: "Senior brother is dead and uncle is crazy. Now I am the host of Luo Tianshan. The two junior brothers are willing to help me."

Xuan Ye and Fu Hai both said: "I am willing to help senior brother!"

"good!"

Venerable Fuhu nodded and said to the heroes: "Master's uncle's 'Hundred Alchemy Golden Light' comes from the "Wu Shou Sutra". It is impossible for a saint to crack it, but the monks of Luotian Mountain have practiced the same basic method. They only need to sacrifice Sacrificing our souls and relics can open a gap in this golden light barrier. When the time comes, everyone will run for their lives. Whether they can succeed depends on God's will."

After saying that, without further words, he clasped his hands together, chanted sutras in his mouth, activated the relics in his body, and released thousands of golden lights.

Xuan Ye and Fu Hai also did the same, sacrificing the relics out of their bodies and connecting them with the golden light of Venerable Fuhu.

The ancestors of Zhonghuajie could all see that this was a desperate spell that sacrificed one's life for righteousness. In order to open a gap for everyone to escape, these three people even risked their own lives.

Although many monks were angry at Luo Tianshan for bringing everyone into danger, when things got to the point before them, Luo Tianshan was willing to sacrifice himself just to give everyone a hope of survival. Even they couldn't help but be moved by it.

In just a moment, three cloud patterns appeared on the surface of the golden alms bowl.

It was the three Luotian masters who burned their true spirits and integrated the relics into the "Hundred Refined Golden Light", constantly weakening this barrier and trying to open a gap for everyone.

Fu Hu, Xuan Ye, and Fu Hai all had blood flowing from their mouths, but they still did not stop casting spells. Instead, they were fully focused and had no distractions.

"Two junior brothers, try harder and you will succeed soon!" After saying this, the Fu Hu master closed his eyes uncontrollably, and blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, the Zhen Ru Tian master in the distance suddenly laughed strangely.

He seemed to see through the thoughts of the three Luotian masters, opened his mouth wide, and spit out a golden light at an incredibly fast speed, instantly breaking through the defense of the Nan Xuan people.

Fu Hu master was still casting spells, and suddenly a golden light thinner than a needle came from behind him and instantly pierced into the Dazhui acupoint on his back.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a scream, the Fu Hu master's whole body was ulcerated, blood bubbles appeared on the surface of his skin, and his breath dropped rapidly.

He could no longer control his relics. The golden light around him shattered, and his figure fell from the air like a kite with a broken string.

"Brother!"

Fu Hai and Xuan Ye were both shocked and wanted to reach out to pull Fu Hu, but soon they felt a powerful force invading their bodies, shaking them so that all the veins in their bodies were broken!

It was the backlash of "Hundred Refining Golden Light". Without the relics of Fu Hu Venerable, the two of them were not enough to maintain the spell, and they were instantly injured.

At the same time, the golden palm above the sky also fell at this time.

The golden light filled the sky, the Sanskrit sound lingered, and the supreme Buddhist law of Luotian Mountain condensed into a palm, leaving no one to escape.

"No! The strength of Zhenru Tianzun is far beyond my imagination. Even the power of a hundred ancestors of Huajie cannot resist it. I must think of a way to send Wuxin and Xiong Yue'er out!"

At such a critical moment, Liang Yan's first reaction was not for himself, but for the safety of Wuxin and Xiong Yue'er, which surprised himself.

But soon, he heard a faint voice.

The sound was ethereal, as if it came from tens of thousands of miles away, and it seemed to ring above everyone's head.

He actually had a sense of familiarity!

"Is this... the sound of a bell?"

Suddenly, Liang Yan thought of something and looked up.

Somewhere in the air, ripples appeared, and after a moment, an ancient bell appeared. It was pure gold and covered with moss, and it looked like it had experienced a long time.

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

The bell rang three times, and each time it rang, a part of the golden palm that fell from the sky was broken.

After three rings, the golden palm had completely dissipated, and the power of the saint could no longer be felt.

"It's him!"

Liang Yan's eyes flashed with a gleam of light.