Chapter 2016: Divine Monk Without Thoughts

Liang Yan was no stranger to the pure golden ancient bell in the air.

Back then, when he was breaking the pill 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 person is short in stature, about half as tall as an average person, and is so skinny that he looks 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, they caught 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 sleeves of the old monk in yellow.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked!

The "Hundred Alchemy Golden Light" that millions of monks could not crack together was actually taken away by him. What kind of cultivation is this!

"Anyone who can do this must be a saint!" Wang Chonghua exclaimed.

"Saint? 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 his identity and origin were unknown, he took away the "Hundred Refining 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 could only stand on the ground supported by Luo Tianshan's disciples.

But at this moment, these three people, without exception, all looked up at the old monk in yellow clothes in mid-air, with expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces.

After a moment, Venerable Fuhu murmured: "Two junior brothers, am I right? Is this Senior Uncle Wu Nian?"

"That's him! You can't be wrong!" Venerable Fu Hai 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 asked in surprise.

"Shut up!"

Venerable Fuhu angrily rebuked: "This person 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, 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 in vain."

"Senior brother."

Wu Nian glanced at Zhenru Tianzun and seemed to have a thousand words to say. 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 and leave 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 high, 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 Buddha's light, Sanskrit sounds are lingering, and it is full of holy energy.

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 suddenly.

boom!

The space shattered and a figure emerged, it was Wu Nian.

Although he was forced to appear, he had quietly approached Zhenru Tianzun, his face still expressionless, but his hands were making seals quickly.

In just a moment, two rays of light emerged from the back of his head, one was magic light and the other was Buddha light. The two were entangled endlessly and evolved into a huge palm, 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 the two paths of Buddha and Demon struck Zhenru Tianzun hard on the chest, causing a loud noise that shook the earth.

However, the huge body on the sand dune did not fall, not even swaying slightly.

Everyone in Nanxuan looked intently and saw Wu Nian's palm sinking deeply into Zhenru Tianzun's chest, but it was stuck tightly by a pile of rotten flesh, unable 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!", 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 astonishingly powerful.

When the heroes of Nanxuan saw this scene, they all felt like 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 sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami. Then the barrier shattered and millions of monks fell to the ground.

Those with lower cultivation levels passed out immediately, while those with higher cultivation levels could still stay awake, but they were vomiting blood and feeling depressed. Only the monk in the Transformation Tribulation Realm was still standing there, but his face was as pale as paper. It was obvious that the aura in his body was chaotic and he was not feeling well.

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.

Now, 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 under 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. The fat on his face was distorted, 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 spoke, he pointed his hand in the air, and a golden rope appeared in the air, and it was instantly wrapped around Wu Nian's body.

"Hundred Alchemy Golden Light!"

Fu Hu, Xuan Ye and others, as the original elders of Luo Tianshan, of course recognize this magical power.

The "Hundred-Refined Golden Light" is the result of thousands of refinements and cannot be broken by ordinary spells. It is just like Tianzun has cast it once before. However, this golden rope is obviously tougher 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 an expressionless face and silently recited the magic formula.

boom!

The demonic energy around him surged and merged with the Buddha's light, forming a purple and gold vortex, spinning crazily around him.

The golden rope was continuously strangled by the whirlpool. The so-called "hundred-refined golden light" was tough and indestructible. After all, it was no match for the encirclement and suppression of the two forces of Buddha and demon, 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, 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 it. This is a powerful killing move recorded in the Great Sumeru Salvation Sutra, which can save the souls of all spirits in the world. With this sword, the soul is gone and the true spirit is destroyed. Only the physical body can be preserved intact, and the rest will be wiped out!"

Speaking of this, he sighed again: "Once this move is used, no one below the saint can resist it. Even if all of us join forces, we will be shattered in this sword light, and there is no chance of survival."

Liang Yan's pupils shrank slightly when he heard this.

He believed in the judgment of the Fu Hu Venerable.

Below the saint, the difference in strength comes from the level of magic power and the strength of supernatural powers. Once they become saints, it is a fundamental change. Even if they have more people, I am afraid they can't stop the "Mercy Soul Slash" of Zhenru Tianzun!

Now in this situation, all hopes can only be placed on Wu Nian

Swish!

Just when everyone was slightly stunned, the sword light broke through the air, cutting across thousands of miles, and had already enveloped Wu Nian's figure in it, and there was no escape!

But Wu Nian's face still did not change. He just waved his withered black palm and shouted:

"Falling God Bell!"

The ancient golden bell came in response and was in his hand in an instant.

Wu Nian held the golden bell in his hand and flicked his fingers. He heard the sound of Buddha, which was crisp and pleasant, like the sound of nature, dispelling all the anxiety, uneasiness and fear in everyone's heart.

Dang!

Another crisp sound was heard, and the powerful "Mercy Soul-Slaying Slash" was actually dispersed by the sound of the Falling God Bell. The sword light of thousands of miles turned into golden light fragments, floating above the sky.

Zhen Ru Tianzun saw this scene, his face was angry, and his hands were constantly pinching.

The Buddha light above his head kept turning, and every turn it cut out a sword light, and each one was more fierce than the other, as if the anger of Buddha, was determined to stop killing with killing!

And in this sky full of sword light, Wu Nian's figure kept shuttling.

Relying on the "Falling God Bell", he turned his own breath into nothingness and merged between heaven and earth, just like a leaf, swaying in the wind, letting the sword light rain, but it could not hurt him at all!

The two of them showed their magical powers, and in a blink of an eye, they fought hundreds of moves in the air, always evenly matched.

As the sword light of Zhenru Tianzun became faster and faster, Wunian's figure became more and more erratic. Gradually, the breath of this person could no longer be captured. The heroes of Nanxuan looked up at the sky and felt that Zhenru Tianzun was fighting with an invisible person.

Even Liang Yan had an illusion that Wunian did not exist in this world at all. But he seemed to be everywhere!

Just when his face was confused, three bells rang above the sky!

Dang! Dang! Dang!

The ancient bell sound came from the long river of time and carried mysterious power.

After three sounds, the golden light suspended above Zhenru Tianzun's head shattered, and then a figure appeared out of thin air.

This person was Wunian!

He saw that he slapped his palms at the same time, "Bang! Bang!" Two times, he slapped on both sides of the Luoshen Bell at the same time, and a Buddha portrait immediately appeared on the left side, with his hands clasped together, and a solemn appearance; a demon god portrait appeared on the right side, with three heads and six arms, and murderous aura!

The moment the two portraits appeared, the Falling God Bell suddenly spun, and the Buddha's light and devil's energy burst out at the same time, suppressing the True Like Heavenly Venerable below.