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

When he was breaking the elixir 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 man was short in stature, about half as tall as an average person, and was so skinny that he looked 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, catching 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 sleeve of the old monk in yellow.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked!

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

"Anyone who can do this must be a saint without a doubt!" 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 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 we don't know his identity and origin, he took away the "Hundred Alchemy 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 had to be supported by Luo Tianshan's disciples and stood on the ground.

But at this moment, these three people, without exception, all raised their heads to look 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 Senior Uncle Wu Nian?"

"That's him! You can't be wrong!" Venerable Fuhai 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 said in surprise.

"Shut up!"

Venerable Fuhu angrily rebuked: "This man 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 and 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 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."

"good!"

Zhenru Tianzun nodded and answered the question: "Well done, well done! Kill them all, leaving 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 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 the light of Buddha, the sound of Sanskrit is lingering, and it is filled with the aura of holiness.

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 violently.

boom!

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 rays of light emerged from behind his head, one was a demonic light and the other was a Buddha's light. The two were entangled endlessly and evolved into a huge hand, 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 with the Buddha's and Demon's Paths struck Zhenru Tianzun hard on the chest, causing a loud noise that shook the heavens and the earth.

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

Everyone in Nanxuan looked intently, and saw that Wu Nian's palm was deeply stuck into Zhenru Tianzun's chest, but it was stuck tightly with a pile of rotten flesh, making it impossible 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!" sound, 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 as if 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 roar like a mountain and a tsunami. Then the barrier shattered and millions of monks fell to the ground.

Those with lower cultivation levels passed out directly, while those with higher cultivation levels could still stay awake, but they vomited blood and were sluggish. Only the monks in the Transformation Tribulation Realm were still standing there, but their faces were as pale as paper, and it was obvious that the aura in their bodies was

Chaos, not pleasant.

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 below 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.
To be continued...