Chapter 2015 Goodbye Ancient Bell

“Ah!”

The sudden death of Lord Great Ku caused the crowd to scream. Millions of monks watched this scene happen, but Unable to stop it, I was extremely horrified!

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

"Senior 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 in a deep voice: "I'm afraid what we are facing is an unprecedented crisis! We must not be reckless."

The three deities then reacted and glanced into the distance. The huge monk in front of him had a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"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 owner of Luotian Mountain. Is he really like a deity?" Liang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and his face was solemn.

Why did the dignified saint become like this?

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

In a daze, Liang Yan's thoughts were confused, and he vaguely felt that everyone They are all caught up 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, holding all the millions of monks upside down 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, thinking Break the golden bowl and escape from it.

Bang!

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.

"Is this the 'Hundred Refined Golden Light' of Luotian Mountain? 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 Alchemy 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 turned pale and looked back at where he was sitting on the ground. The huge monk on the board was shocked and said: "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 expressionless. Dignity: "The whole 'magic machine acting' may be a This is a huge conspiracy, even Luo Tianshan’s Taoist friends have hidden this matter, and all of us are in the chess game!”

After hearing this, Gui Wujiu smiled bitterly: “This is Beiming and them! Planning began thousands of years ago, or even earlier, so it is pervasive. Enter, the entire Antarctic Continent is under their control. In fact, I have long known that the battle between the North and the South is in vain. I only place my hope on Senior Linghu, hoping that he can change his fate against the will of heaven. Unexpectedly, he can't protect himself now. We I’m afraid these people have become outcasts!”

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

Maybe it was just a simple complaint, but Liang Yan had seen Linghu Bai's chessboard.

"Beheading himself and being reborn after a broken arm. Could it be that all of this is as he wished, and that he has to sacrifice all of us to achieve his wish to make a comeback?"

At this moment, Liang Yan's belief There was also wavering.

Beiming's power is so great and its layout is so deep, it's like dark clouds over 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 exactly do you think?" Liang Yan muttered to himself.

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

I saw him raising his right hand and slapping his huge palm in the air. Golden light suddenly appeared above the sky. In a blink of an eye, it condensed into a huge palm, covering an area of more than 7,000 miles. !

The Dharma of this palm is endless, containing the path of life and death, withering 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.

He saw countless Buddhist dharma, the vast world, and various subtle changes in the lines on that palm, but he could only understand one ten thousandth part

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 he had a trace of decadence. He only 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 ancestors who have transformed the calamity. It is better for us to join forces and fight, which is worse than closing our eyes." Waiting to die!"

This voice 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 the "Tian-Mending Divine Shield" and "Mending Sky 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 Wu Guo. This person had a solemn expression and waved his sleeves, sacrificing 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 waves, all kinds of, and ever-changing!

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 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 in the future!

"What about the saint? There are millions of people like us, 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. Both palms came out. 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 and condensed 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 Taoist Qingming, don't be reckless!"

As soon as the crowd finished speaking, there was a crisp sound of "Bang!", and the Qingyi Dharma Image was illuminated by golden light and immediately fell 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

When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but look horrified.

You must know that 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!< br>
“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 not personally experienced it. Feel it.

At this moment, above 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. The five sword lights were all bent by the golden light of Buddhism. Even if his sword intent was strong and he used the Taotie Demon Body to fuse the power of the four laws, he could not stop the power of the saint!

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

This thought just 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

As soon as Liang Yan’s thoughts changed. At this moment, I suddenly heard Venerable Fuhu saying loudly:

"Today's situation is all due to the 'divine machine acting method'" Now, the three of us brothers 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 barrier of the 'Hundred Alchemy Golden Light' and fight for a way out for all the fellow Taoists. "

As soon as this was said, all the monks in Luotian Mountain said: "Uncle, you must not do it!"

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

Xuanye and Fuhai Dudao : "Willing to help senior brother!"

"Okay!"

Venus Fuhu nodded and said to the heroes: "Master's 'Hundred Refined Golden Light' comes from "The Sutra of No Longevity" "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 our souls and relics to open a gap in this golden light barrier. When the time comes, everyone can escape for their lives. Can Success depends on God’s will.”

After saying that, without saying any more, 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 and desperate spell. 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 the matter came to a head, Luo Tianshan was willing to sacrifice himself just to give everyone a hope of survival. Even they couldn't help but Moved by it.

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

But it was Luo Tiansan who burned the original true spirit and integrated the relics into the "Hundred Alchemy Golden Light", constantly weakening this barrier, trying to help everyone open a gap.

Blood flowed from the corners of the mouths of Fuhu, Xuanye, and Fuhai, but they still did not stop casting spells. Instead, they concentrated on it without any distractions.

"You two junior brothers, if you work harder, you will succeed soon!" After Venerable Fuhu finished speaking, his eyes closed uncontrollably, and blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, Zhenru Tianzun in the distance suddenly let out a weird laugh.

He seemed to have read through the thoughts of Luo Tianzun. He opened his mouth wide and spit out a golden light. The speed was so fast that he broke through the defense of Nanxuan people in an instant.

Venerable Fuhu was still casting a spell when suddenly a golden light, thinner than a needle, came from behind him and instantly penetrated into the Dazhui point on his back.

"Ah!"

With a scream, Venerable Fuhu's body was full of ulcers, 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 mid-air like a kite with broken strings

"Senior Brother!"

Reply Hai and Xuanye were both shocked and wanted to reach out to grab Fuhu, but soon they felt a powerful force invade their bodies, shaking all the veins in their bodies!

But it was the backlash of the "Hundred Alchemy Golden Light". Without the relics of Venerable Fuhu, 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.

Golden light fills the sky, Sanskrit sounds linger, and the supreme Buddha Dharma of Luotian Mountain is condensed into one palm, leaving no one with nowhere to escape.

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

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

But soon, he heard a faint voice.

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

He actually felt a little familiar!

"Is this the sound of a bell?"

Suddenly, Liang Yan thought of something and looked up.

I saw ripples rippling somewhere in the air, and a moment later an ancient bell appeared. It was made of pure gold and covered with moss. It looked like it had experienced a long time.

Dang!

The bell rang three times, and every time it rang, part of the golden palm falling from the sky was broken.

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

“It’s him!”

A gleam flashed in Liang Yan’s eyes.