Chapter 2016 Divine Monk Wu Nian


Chapter 2016 Divine Monk Wu Nian

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

Back then, when he was breaking the elixir and rebuilding it, he became obsessed with it. 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 Elixir, and then sent him into an iron box, and then he got involved in the conflict in Wushuang City. Dispute

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 man is short in stature, only 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, trapping "Hundred The golden bowl condensed into "alchemy light" jerked upward.

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.

"Saints? 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 has been circulated does not seem to match the person in front of me."

Everyone was talking about it, and they were full of excitement about the sudden appearance of the monk in yellow. curious.

Although his identity and origin are not known, he took away the "Hundred Refined 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 three people, Fu Hu, Xuan Ye and Fu Hai, had strange expressions.

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 while, Venerable Fuhu murmured: "Two junior brothers, am I right? Is this Uncle Wu Nian?"

"It's him! You can't be wrong!" Venerable Fuhai said in a deep voice.

"Uncle Wu Nian, didn't he betray the sect back then? How could he appear here? And why did he want to save us?"

The exchanges between Luo Tian and Sanzun were not the same. There was no sound transmission technique, 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!”

Venus Fuhu angrily rebuked: “This person is not a monk from Luotian Mountain. He has rebelled against the sect long ago and abandoned Buddhism and followed the devil. He has nothing to do with us anymore. There's something wrong!"

"But he"

The young disciple wanted to say something more, but was frightened by the stern look in Venerable Fuhu's eyes and did not dare to say 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 the "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 doom in the end."

When Zhenru Tianzun heard his voice, his whole body trembled, and his eyes gradually turned to Huang The monk in clothing seemed to have regained some clarity.

"Wu Nian, is it 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 color.

"Senior brother, the matter has come to this, there is no turning back." Wu Nian sighed.

“Haha! Hahaha!”

Zhenru Tianzun suddenly burst into laughter, pointed at Wu Nian with his finger, 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 One scene! 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, but in the end it just turned into a long sigh: "I came here today to settle the cause and effect."
< br>“Okay!”

Zhenru Tianzun nodded while answering the question: "Kill well, kill well! Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

While speaking, his face gradually became crazy, and the only trace of clarity was gone.

“Drink!”

Suddenly there was 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.

Ke 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 no wound could be seen, 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, of course he 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.

“Hmph!”

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.

Bang!

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

Although he was forced to appear, he had already approached Zhenru Tianzun silently, 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 the magic light, the other was the Buddha's light. The two were entangled endlessly, evolving into a huge hand, and grabbed 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'm here to send you on your way!"

Wu Nian's face was calm, and he clapped his right hand in the air.

The magical power that combines the two realms 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 attentively, and saw that Wu Nian's palm was deeply stuck into Zhenru Tianzun's chest, but it was stuck tightly by a pile of rotten flesh, making it impossible to advance or retreat.

"Harsh."

A weird laugh came from Zhenru Tianzun's throat, and then he pushed his arms outward, and a layer of golden light suddenly burst out.

Hearing 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 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, the aftermath of this battle was definitely not something they could resist!

“Quick, everyone takes action together, otherwise we will all die!”

Gui Wujiu shouted 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, emitting a loud sound like a mountain roaring 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.

Nowadays, 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 is over ten feet tall, with magic patterns all over his body, and his pupils are strange purple. He is completely different from Wu Nian’s previous image, and even his aura has 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 follow some evil ways. I have to punish you on behalf of my master." You!”

As he said that, he pointed his hand in the air, and a golden rope appeared in mid-air, and it was instantly wrapped around Wu Nian's body.

"Hundred Alchemy Golden Light!"

As the elders of Luotian Mountain, Fuhu, Xuanye and others certainly recognize this magical power.

The "Hundred-Refined Golden Light" is the result of thousands of refinements and cannot be broken by ordinary magic. 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, seeming to be trapped in the memories of the past. While laughing, 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 vortex of purple and gold, spinning crazily around him.

The golden rope was continuously strangled by the whirlpool. The "hundred-refined golden light", which was said to be tough and indestructible, was ultimately no match for the encirclement and suppression by the two forces of Buddha and demon, and was quickly broken into several pieces.

Wunian regained his freedom, jumped into the air in a flash.

Seeing this scene, Zhenru was slightly startled, then showed an angry look and shouted: "Junior brother, you are so brave!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw him making secrets with his hands, The Buddha's light above the head gathered together, and 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?"

Fu Hu smiled bitterly and said: "This trick 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 Sutra, which can save the souls of all the souls in the world. When the true spirit is destroyed, only the physical body can be preserved intact, and the rest will be destroyed!"

At this point, he sighed again: "Once this move is launched, the saint cannot resist it, even if all of us join forces, Even in this sword light, my soul will be shattered, and there will be no chance of survival."

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

He trusted Venerable Fuhu's judgment.

Under the saints, the difference in strength comes from the level of mana and the strength of magical powers. Once they become saints, it will be an essential change. No matter how many they have, they may not be able to stop Zhenru Tianzun's strike. "Compassionate Soul Cutting"!

In this current situation, all hope can only be placed on Wu Nian

Brush!

While everyone was stunned for a moment, the light of the sword pierced the air and cut across thousands of miles, shrouding Wu Nian's figure in it, making it inevitable to avoid it!

But Wu Nian's expression remained unchanged. He only moved his withered black palm and shouted:

"The Fallen Bell!"

The ancient golden bell responded to the sound, and it was there in an instant. In his hands.

Wu Nian held the golden bell in his hand, flicked his fingers, and heard the sound of Buddha lingering, crisp and sweet, like the sound of nature from another world, dispelling all the anxiety, uneasiness, and fear in everyone's hearts.

Dang!

Hearing another crisp sound, the majestic "Compassionate Soul Crossing Slash" was actually shaken away by the bell of the Fallen God Bell, and the light of the thousands of miles of swords turned into golden fragments, floating in the sky.

Zhenru Tianzun Seeing this scene, his face was angry and his hands were kneading.

The Buddha's light above his head kept spinning, and every time it turned, it shot out a sword light, and each one was faster and fiercer than the last, as if the Buddha's anger was about to kill to stop killing!

And in this sky full of sword light, Wu Nian’s figure kept moving back and forth.

He relied on the "Lost God's Bell" to turn his breath into nothingness and blend it between heaven and earth, just like a leaf, swaying with the wind. Even though the sword was shining like rain, it could never hurt him at all!

The two of them each showed off their magical powers, and in the blink of an eye they were fighting hundreds of moves in mid-air, and they were always evenly matched.

As Zhenru Tianzun's sword light became faster and faster, Wu Nian's figure became more and more erratic. Gradually, this person's aura could no longer be captured. The heroes of Nanxuan looked up at the sky, only feeling that Zhenru Tianzun Fighting an invisible person.

Even Liang Yan had the illusion that maybe Wu Nian does not exist in this world at all. But it seems to be everywhere!

Just when he looked confused, above the sky, he suddenly heard three bells ringing!

Dang! when! when!

The sound of ancient bells comes from the long river of time and carries mysterious power.

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

This person is Wu Nian!

I saw him put out both palms, "Bang! Bang!" twice, and slapped the left and right sides of the Falling God Bell at the same time. A portrait of Buddha immediately appeared on the left side, with his hands clasped together, and the treasure was solemn. ; On the right side, a portrait of a demon god appeared, with three heads and six arms, filled with evil energy!

The moment the two portraits appeared, the Falling God Bell suddenly rotated, and the Buddha's light and demonic energy burst out at the same time, heading towards the Zhenru Tianzun below to suppress it

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