Chapter 633 Golden Dragon Zen Staff

A golden dragon shot out from it. It had just flown less than three feet and started to expand. In the end, it actually grew into a lifelike golden dragon several dozen feet long.

"Golden Dragon Zen Staff?" Zhuo Haoran's face condensed and the words came out.

The golden dragon shook slightly at this time, and turned into eighteen golden dragons, almost filling the surrounding void. As they flew and circled, they brought up a large area of ​​golden light and went straight to meet the endless snow-white sword light emitted by Zhuo Haoran.

The bronze monk was not idle either. The demon-subduing pestle in his hand grew to a size of a hundred feet. It crushed everything along the way, breaking through the layers of Haoran's sword energy and slashing towards Zhuo Haoran.

Zhuo Haoran's face showed a bit of solemnity. He opened his mouth and a silver jade pendant shot out and hung in front of him.

The jade pendant flickered with spiritual light, and then it shook slightly. Suddenly, a snow-white jade pendant-shaped light curtain shot out, growing all the way. When it reached the demon-subduing pestle, it had already grown to several feet in size.

"Bang." The light curtain was shattered by the demon-subduing pestle, but Zhuo Haoran did not show any surprise, because the jade pendant in front of him vibrated once every breath, and every time it flashed a snow-white light curtain.

Layer by layer, in the blink of an eye, I don't know how many layers were superimposed on each other.

Every time the bronze monk's demon-subduing pestle shattered a snow-white light curtain, it dimmed a little, and when it was still several feet away from Zhuo Haoran, the golden spiritual light on the demon-subduing pestle had dimmed to the point that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

"Spiritual treasure white jade pendant?" The bronze monk exclaimed, and his demon-subduing pestle also wailed at this time, turned into a golden light and returned to his front, circling.

The eighteen golden dragons sent out by the white-faced monk circled in the vast sword energy. Wherever they passed, the sword energy exploded. For a while, the whole hall was filled with roars.

All the Jindan and foundation-building cultivators were horrified and retreated. The sword energy in the sky was not something they could touch at all. A sword energy could kill them without leaving any soul.

Xiao Lin and others did the same. They retreated a hundred feet away. The purple thunder star shield around their bodies was dimmed by the sword energy aftershocks.

Xiao Lin knew that the difference between the same magic weapon and spiritual treasure in the hands of a Jindan cultivator and in the hands of a Yuanying cultivator was a world of difference.

Just like the white jade pendant that Zhuo Haoran sacrificed, it was just a mid-level spiritual treasure, and it was a spiritual treasure of the same level as his Qingyang Mirror.

But when it was used in Zhuo Haoran's hands, it was able to withstand the full force of the Bronze Monk.

If this was a high-level or top-grade spiritual treasure, wouldn't it have the power to destroy the world when used in the hands of a person like Zhuo Haoran?

The golden sword energy almost filled the space of a hundred feet. The two sides fought fiercely. On the other side, the Tiandang Demon Flag in the hand of the Black Dragon King was even more powerful and domineering.

A large area of ​​Hundred Evil Demon Qi almost filled the hundred feet above his head, and groups of Hundred Evil Demon Qi condensed into various monster shapes and rushed towards the Jinhe Old Monster and Yinkui Old Demon.

The Jinhe Old Monster and Yinkui Old Demon each drove their own life magic weapon, and under their full strength, they actually made the Black Dragon King helpless for a while.

Xiao Lin's face was gloomy, and he kept thinking about how to seize the treasure.

The other people obviously had the same idea as Xiao Lin. The True Spirit Water and several treasures in the True Spirit Pool were all great opportunities for cultivators.

Even the Jindan and Foundation Establishment cultivators who were forced back to the edge of the hall by the golden clouds and white light were ready to move. In the face of the huge opportunity, the fear in their hearts began to dissipate.

"Swish, swish, swish." Suddenly, three figures took advantage of the gap between Zhuo Haoran and the white-faced monk and rushed towards the True Spirit Pool.

Each of them had a ferocious look on their faces and held a jade bottle in their hands, which was obviously to hold the True Spirit Water in the True Spirit Pool.

In an instant, they were less than ten feet away from the True Spirit Pool, and their faces showed surprise. As long as they could get a bottle of True Spirit Water, even a small half bottle, then this entry into the Liuli Immortal Mansion would be a great harvest.

"Looking for death." Two voices were almost spoken in unison.

Several white sword qi and golden rays of light suddenly surged from the side, directly enveloping the three people who had already reached the True Spirit Pool.

The shrill screams only stopped halfway through, and when the sword qi and golden rays of light dissipated, a bloody rain fell from the sky, which actually completely crushed the two people into pieces.

This scene once again frightened the people who were about to rush over.

Xiao Lin's face turned pale, but his eyes showed a bit of determination.

He slowly retreated to the back, and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

The gray-haired old man and the woman surnamed Hua looked at the True Spirit Pool with unwillingness on their faces, and their eyes were a little red.

Although many Jindan and foundation-building cultivators were scared away again, no one chose to leave. The great road to immortality was right in front of them. As long as they could get the treasures in the True Spirit Pool, they could go further. This was a temptation that almost everyone could not resist.

Of course, they felt that the Yuanying old monsters in front of them had not yet produced 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 chance.

Xiao Lin had retreated to the back of the crowd at this moment, his face full of solemnity. He had thought of a way to seize the Black Lotus of Mingyan, 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 slight chance of success.

After all, in front of several Yuanying old monsters, it was impossible to seize treasures without risk.

A ball of gray spiritual light appeared around Xiao Lin, and the next moment, his body slowly disappeared.

"Master Zhuo's fighting power is admired by my fellow monks, but it is impossible for Master Zhuo to defeat the two of us. How about we have a discussion?" The white-faced monk couldn't help but speak after fighting with Zhuo Haoran for a long time.

"What do you want to discuss?" Zhuo Haoran was slightly stunned when he heard this, and his sword energy also slowed down.

"The lotus root of the Mingyan Black Lotus in the True Spirit Pond belongs to my fellow monks, and the rest belongs to Mr. Zhuo, okay?"

Zhuo Haoran smiled when he heard this: "Zhuo doesn't want the rest, just the lotus root of the Mingyan Black Lotus, are you willing to do that?"

The white-faced monk's face darkened when he heard this: "The lotus root of the Mingyan Black Lotus is related to my fellow monks' chance of becoming a Buddha, but to Mr. Zhuo, it is just a treasure. Why bother to fight with me for this? Brothers are going to war. "

Zhuo Haoran sneered: "You two may have forgotten that my Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong and your Xiji Ancient Buddha Tianzong are already on the verge of war. Once you get the lotus root of the Mingyan Black Lotus, I'm afraid that Xiji Ancient Buddha Tianzong will have two more golden arhats. Wouldn't this pose a great threat to my Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong?"

"It seems that Master Zhuo must block the opportunity for my brothers to become Buddhas?" The white-faced monk heard this and his face sank.

The bronze monk showed a ferocious expression, and the demon-subduing pestle in his hand had already manifested thousands of golden lights, rumbling towards Zhuo Haoran.

Zhuo Haoran laughed heartily, and the snowflake sword beside him shook slightly, and it was actually divided into twelve. When the twelve snowflake swords appeared, the temperature in the entire mountain belly suddenly dropped sharply.

Snowflakes like goose feathers began to fall, and at the same time, white and majestic sword energy crisscrossed and formed a light net, covering the two monks.

"Amitabha." Accompanied by the sound of dragon roars, golden dragons emerged from the golden beads beside the white-faced monk, wrapped in rich golden light, and crashed into the light net.

At the moment of the collision, a large amount of golden and white spiritual light suddenly burst out, disintegrating in all directions, and the ground also made a burst of explosions like a string of cannons.

This scene made the surrounding Jindan and foundation-building cultivators tremble with fear and look horrified.

Many of them saw the fight between Yuanying cultivators for the first time. Such a horrifying momentum was the only one they had ever seen in their lives, and if it weren't for the extremely powerful restrictions in this hall.

At this moment, the entire hall would have been in ruins.

The white-faced monk and the other monk knew that Zhuo Haoran had become an insurmountable obstacle for them to get the lotus root of the Mingyan Black Lotus.

Only by killing or defeating him could they get the treasure.

Thinking of this, the two finally started to get angry. The bronze monk chanted loudly, and opened his mouth, and suddenly three golden knives shot out of his mouth. The three golden knives were all golden and exuded a strong Buddha light. It was obvious that the effect could only be produced after a long period of Buddha light sacrifice.

The three golden knives shot out, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into several feet in size, and slashed towards Zhuo Haoran in the air.

The bronze monk's face was gloomy at this moment, and his eyes were murderous. There was no trace of his previous compassionate and warm appearance.

He opened his mouth, and a six-petal golden lotus shot out from it. The golden lotus slowly bloomed as soon as it appeared.

When he saw the golden lotus, Zhuo Haoran did not show any unexpected expression, as if it was all within his expectations.

The snow-white jade pendant in front of him spun around for a few times, and then burst out a large amount of snow-white light again, and then a layer of jade pendant-shaped light curtains shot out.

A few feet in front of Zhuo Haoran, a dense white barrier was formed, and this barrier surrounded Zhuo Haoran completely, without any dead angles.

At this time, the six petals on the golden lotus suddenly fell off, and disappeared without a trace after a slight shake, and six golden light pillars emerged a few feet away from Zhuo Haoran.

A series of strange golden spiritual runes emerged, circling around the golden light pillar, and after passing the top of the light pillar, they suddenly turned into golden dragons, flying down from the sky, and crashed into the white light curtain.

At the moment of collision, the whole hall trembled slightly, and then the golden and white spiritual light flew around, almost covering most of the hall.