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, his face was fat and twisted, 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 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!"

Fuhu, Xuanye and others, as the original elders of Luotian Mountain, naturally 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 stronger 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 no expression on his face and silently recited the Dharma.

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 is said to be tough and immortal, was ultimately no match for the encirclement and suppression of the Buddha and the devil, 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, and 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 that this is a powerful killing move recorded in the Great Sumeru Salvation Sutra, which can save the souls of all the souls in the world. This is it.

As for the sword wielder, his soul is gone and his true spirit is destroyed. Only his physical body can be preserved intact, and the rest will be wiped out in ashes!"

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

When Liang Yan heard this, his pupils shrank slightly.

He trusted Venerable Fuhu's judgment.

Under 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 there are, they may not be able to stop Zhenru Tianzun's "Mercy Soul-Transcending Slash"

!

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 him!

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 was in his hands in an instant.

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

when!

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

When Zhenru Tianzun saw this scene, his face became angry and he kept making secrets in his hands.

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 "Luo Shen 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 capture the Nanxuan heroes. Looking up at the sky, they only felt that Zhenru Tianzun was with an invisible person.

fighting.

Even Liang Yan had the illusion that Wu Nian might not exist in this world at all, but it seemed to be everywhere!

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

Dang! Dang! Dang!

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 statue of Buddha appeared.

A portrait of a demon god, with three heads and six arms, filled with evil spirits!

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