Gradually, Liang Yan's body was covered in blood and flesh, and his human form was almost invisible. However, he still did not stop, floating up and down in the golden ocean. With only the breath in his chest, he vowed to reach the other side of the ocean and waved himself towards the saint.

A sword!

Above the dry well, Zhenru Tianzun's expression finally showed some changes.

Seemingly surprised, disdainful, and nostalgic

All kinds of emotions flooded into my heart, and it was a mess for a while.

"You, why are you"

Zhenru Tianzun's eyes showed pain, and he shook his head desperately, as if he was trying to get rid of something.

But this state only lasted a moment.

Soon, his eyes became ferocious again, and he sneered: "You little ant, you also want to challenge the saint? I will crush you to ashes today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he made a magic formula with his right hand, and saw the Buddha's light above his head emerge. He turned slightly, drew a sword light, crossed the sea of ​​Buddha, and slashed towards Liang Yan.

Exactly: "Compassionate Soul-Transcending Cut"!

This is the ultimate magical power in the Great Sumeru Sutra. Even Wu Nian, who has become a saint, does not dare to despise it at all. He must be careful to resist it, which shows its power!

Now, this sword with boundless power fell on Liang Yan's head

The whole process is a long story, but in reality it only takes one thousandth of a breath. Liang Yan raised his head and saw the light of the sword. Before he could get frightened, he heard another familiar voice:

"Very good, you finally took this step!"

Hearing this voice, Liang Yan's heart jumped suddenly, and his originally crazy eyes gradually calmed down.

Soon, he felt that he was wrapped in a gentle force, and a breeze blew around him

It is strange to say that the breeze is gentle and the water is calm. It looks very ordinary, but the golden light around it is shaken away, as if there is an invisible and overbearing hand, erasing all the thousands of Buddhist dharma in this place, leaving no trace.

Remains!

The next moment, the breeze turned around and disappeared into the darkness with Liang Yan. The light of the knife above his head fell just at this moment, but fell into the endless abyss, leaving no trace of Liang Yan's clothes.

Liang Yan was carried by the breeze and felt that the world was spinning, the stars were moving, and the surrounding scenery was changing rapidly.

In just a few breaths, the darkness had gone away from him, various sounds came from the surroundings, and then his feet stepped firmly and landed on a piece of sand.

Liang Yan quickly adjusted himself. The immortal dragon's essence and blood began to work at this moment and began to repair the injuries on his body. His spiritual power also circulated in his meridians, and he gradually regained control of his body.

He glanced around and found that he had returned to the ground, surrounded by Nanxuan monks. They should have dispersed, but now they gathered together again.

It's not because they don't want to escape, but because something has changed in "Daluo Cave" and these people have nowhere to escape and can only return.

I saw golden Buddha statues over ten thousand feet tall appearing on the vast desert!

In the distance, it is as if the Heavenly Lord is sitting cross-legged in the desert, with an expressionless face and his hands quickly making the seal.

As he cast the spell, the entire "Da Luo Cave Heaven" was shaken, and golden Buddha statues continued to emerge from the ground. The Buddha's precious light shone for thousands of miles, shrouding the entire secret realm.

It’s no wonder that the heroes of Nanxuan returned here. Those who ran slowly were killed by the golden Buddha statue with one palm. When the Buddha’s light was shined again, the corpses were turned into blue smoke, not even the residue was left!

There is no safe place in the entire "Daluo Cave". Looking around, there are golden Buddhas everywhere. No matter where the Nanxuan monks escape, they will be beaten to pulp.

On the contrary, there is a glimmer of hope close to Zhenru Tianzun.

Because Wu Nian has escaped from those countless small worlds, the three thousand true spirits have merged into one and restored their original appearance.

He recalled the "Lost God Bell", activated the Buddha's magic form, and started fighting with Zhenru Tianzun again.

When the two saints fought, of course they went all out. The golden Buddha statues around them were all used to attack Wu Nian, so they had no time to pay attention to the heroes of Nanxuan.

This is why millions of monks have chosen to return to the center of the desert. As for those who ran slowly, they have been killed by the Golden Buddha, and no bones remain.

Liang Yan looked at the battlefield where the two saints were fighting from a distance, and thought to himself: "It seems that my sword still had some effect. Although it only interfered with Zhenru Tianzun for a moment, Senior Wu Nian still seized this opportunity, and from that ten thousand

Escaped from a thousand worlds"

Although he was a little relieved, looking at the battle between Wu Nian and Zhen Ru, he was still at a disadvantage.

Wu Nian is indeed gifted, integrating the two paths of Buddha and Demon, and finding a new path. Unfortunately, the time for becoming a saint is too short, and he has been suppressed in the Jiuqu Yellow River Tower for many years. How can he compete with the tens of thousands of years of Zhenru Tianzun's magic power?

"The Divine Prison of Ten Thousand Buddhas! This is the most powerful magical power in the "Wu Shou Sutra", the Divine Prison of Ten Thousand Buddhas!"

An exclamation of surprise rang out not far away, but it was Venerable Xuan Ye from Luotian Mountain, with a look of fear in his eyes.

The Buddha statue rising from the ground has an expressionless face, like a huge butcher, brutally slaughtering all living creatures around it.

Every palm and every punch contains huge power!

Wu Nian was surrounded by these Buddha statues and could only keep dodging. He was like a leaf floating around in the light of thousands of Buddhas, and was in danger of being knocked down later.

Seeing this scene, Liang Yan's expression did not change much.

He turned his eyes and looked at the crowd, looking for a familiar figure among the millions of monks.

Thousands of faces flashed by one by one until a young man appeared in sight.

This man was wearing a Confucian robe, standing near a jade tree in the wind. He was holding a carved folding fan and was shaking it gently. His eyes met with his, and he seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Brother Ji, are you the city lord?"

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!