The front hall was full of fire. But inside Nalanda Temple, there were still people who didn't care about it. Before a cliff made of swords, Xuan Bing was covered in sweat. He kept urging Bing invisible swords and slashed the sword energy on the opposite cliff.

He tried his best to each blow without any regression, and sat down depressedly until he exhausted his energy. Every day, Xuanbing lies down so tired that he would not stop. He was using such hard practice to exercise his control over magic.

Xuan Bing is not one of the four divine feet of Xuanmen, but his diligence is enough to move any monk. Since he defeated Tang Cheng in front of everyone, Xuan Bing has practiced like this every day, and even his serious meditation time has been compressed to the shortest.

"Slay!" Xuan Bing slashed the last slash, and the stones on the cliff peeled off like rain. Xuan Bing knelt down dejectedly. He struggled to sit cross-legged, preparing to meditate and restore the energy he had squandered.

"Senior Brother Xuanbing, Senior Brother Xuanbing..." At this moment, a fat monk rushed over, shouted and rushed to Xuanbing's feet, gasped twice, and continued: "Senior Brother Xuanbing, something big happened in front of the mountain gate, don't you go and see?"

Xuan Bing said coldly: "Are you all the heads and elders here? Are there any room for us to plug in? What can we do if we go?"

"Haha, Senior Brother Xuanbing, you can't say that. Xuan Fang, Xuan Liang and others have all gone. It would be nice to show your face in front of the uncle and uncle!"

"Don't go!" Xuan Bing said firmly, without any room for negotiation. After that, he said again: "Xuanying, don't think about these evil ways all day long. Just work hard on your own."

Xuan Ying's fat face showed a look of embarrassment and said, "Of course I don't have the talent of Senior Brother Xuan Bing. If I could be assigned a Arhat Dharma Body to me with my uncle's green eyes, I would be satisfied!"

"That kind of Dharma body means that your achievements in this life end here. Xuanying, is this your pursuit?"

Xuanying asked in surprise and said, "Is there anything else that I don't feel satisfied to become a cultivator of the soul? Senior Brother Xuanbing's heart is too big, right?"

Xuan Bing shook his head gently, grinned and said, "It's really a summer insect that cannot be said to you! Achievement of the soul is just another starting point on the road to immortality, it is definitely not the end!"

"You have chosen the Dharma body provided by the sect, which means that at the starting line, you have already chosen to get out!" Xuan Bing just finished speaking, suddenly a terrifying aura came to Nalanda Temple, carrying an endless aura of destruction.

Xuan Bing's expression suddenly changed, and a force surged from his tired body, which was about to die of exhaustion, suddenly stood up and shouted, "Where is that?"

Xuanying stood shakingly and unsteadily, a smell of smell spread all around. Xuanying actually became incontinent under this momentum! But when he heard Xuan Bing’s question, Xuanying still replied: “That’s Meiyuan, Senior Brother Xuan Bing!”

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The long spear dances lightly, and the retreating spear turns into a light wheel, blocking the spear without leaking.

Wutian defended with caution without leaving any flaws. Wutian did not take the initiative to attack. Although the situation on the surface was very unfavorable to him, Wutian was not in a hurry because he was waiting.

Yuan Hui slowly took two steps, and his heart was restless. For some reason, he had an unknown premonition in his heart. Finally, he made up his mind, looked around like a hawk, and shouted: "Everyone, the reputation of Nalanda Temple will be lost to us. If you don't want to become a laughing stock, use your all your strength!"

There is no need to make any more agitation, Yuan Hui takes the lead.

He held the purple gold bowl in his palm, and slid it and buckled it towards Wutian. After observing it for a long time, Yuanhui had a deep understanding of Wutian's power. In Yuanhui's view, Wutian's most powerful convenience lies in the elusive retreating Yangshen. As long as he could limit Wutian's weapon, even if he had only a few breaths, it would be enough for others to kill Wutian thousands of times.

When we were taking action, everyone was restricting their strength from being dispersed. Otherwise, although Lingjiu Mountain was high, it would not withstand the full struggle of these soul monks.

The consequence of doing this is to be restrained. Now, Yuan Hui has made all his strength and his atmosphere is very different. A terrifying suction force comes from the purple gold bowl, firmly locking Wulan.

No matter which counterattack Wu Tian uses to make with the Yang Ge, Yuan Hui does not need to make any decision. He just needs to strengthen the output of the Yuan power on the Purple Gold Bowl. This artifact can naturally turn all the opponent's attacks into invisible.

Wutian's face changed, and he obviously saw the extraordinaryness of this purple gold bowl. However, Wutian had no choice but to fight back.

The Yang Ge swept layer by layer, and the backhand pierced straight, and the long spear, which was 12 feet and 7 inches long pierced into the entrance of the purple gold bowl. From the outside, it looked incredible.

The mouth of the purple gold bowl was only eight inches in diameter and six inches deep. The horizontal tip of the Guiyang Ge was one foot long, but now, the front end of the long spear was completely penetrated. Judging from the power of the purple gold bowl, it seemed to be about to swallow the entire Guiyang Ge into it. At this moment, Wu Tian shouted wildly, and the Long spear shook violently.

The fierce vibration of "dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong" made Yuanhui unable to control the purple gold bowl anymore. His tiger's mouth torn apart, and a wisp of blood flowed down the surface of the bowl.

"Ah ha!" Yuan Hui's face turned red, and a Tathagata's Dharma body suddenly rose from behind. The infinite power was blessed on the purple gold bowl, and it was still difficult to stabilize his body.

Yuan Hui looks very bad, like a three-foot-foot-year-old boy pressing a tiger, and he may be overturned by a tiger and torn to pieces at any time.

But don’t forget that Yuan Hui is not alone! He is not alone!

Yuan Hui trapped Wu Tian's Gui Yang Ge was just a snap of his fingers, but it was enough to make the remaining thirteen monks attack.

Swords, spears, swords and halberds, various artifacts and magical techniques rushed towards Wutian. His Yanggui was still controlled by the purple gold bowl. It seemed that Wutian's fate was destined and he was powerless to return to heaven.

Wutian Junwei's face has no expression, nostalgia before death, nostalgia for life, anger for fate and sadness about to die.

"Display it for me!"

A black mist erupted like a tide, rushing around. It was the deepest darkness, and even the sun could not escape. In this black mist, there was no light. The monks' eyes were uncomfortable. They instinctively widened their eyes, hoping to see through the fog.

And in this moment, an unparalleled light broke through the black fog and shone through the void. It was a flash that erupted on the Deserting Yang Ghost. Between this darkness and light, the power in the hands of the monks could not help but decline by 20%.

And in this thick black fog, they had to reclaim 20% of their power to protect themselves, so that the attacks on Wutian were only 60% of their power at their peak.

Sixty percent of the power of the thirteen Yuanshen cultivators was enough to kill Wu Tian. However, in the moment when the attack was implemented, the black robe on Wu Tian's body suddenly surged. In the flash, the black robe rose and fell three times, and again removed 30% of its power, and in the end it only paid the price of minor injuries.
Chapter completed!