"Bang bang."

Twelve soul-devouring bells hit Nan Sheng one after another.

Every time he hit, the bell would swallow some of his holy souls.

Nan Sheng vomited blood in his mouth, cried bitterly, and fell from the rune pillar, and could no longer control the divine talisman.

The power of the divine talisman was reduced sharply after losing its mental power. Zhang Ruochen suppressed it with the Tai Chi mark and took it into his hands. It was a black jade talisman, only three inches long.

I don’t know if it was used, but there was a crack on the jade talisman.

"What a powerful talisman, fortunately... there is a powerful master who can still protect me even if he has fallen for 100,000 years."

Not everyone can refine the Buddha's relics.

The remaining spiritual will in the Buddha's relics cannot be refined by ordinary true gods, and it will easily cause backlash.

However, Zhang Ruochen is the descendant of the Sumeru Holy Monk.

The spiritual will in the Buddha's relics will naturally not reject him.

Zhang Ruochen touched his hot chest and looked down at the extremely dazzling golden light in the center of his ribs. He saw dense Buddhist scriptures appear and disappear from time to time.

The moment the Buddha's relics were integrated into his body, Zhang Ruochen's mental strength increased several times, crossing three levels in a row, reaching the peak of level 70.

Strangely, after the death threat without the divine talisman, the mental power stopped growing again.

"Does it take to be attacked before the power of the Buddha's relics can be released?"

Zhang Ruochen looked at Nan Sheng who was lying on the ground, with cold eyes and unwilling faces, and said, "Get up and hit me."

The holy soul of Nan Sheng was swallowed too much, and the soul-devouring bell was hit by the soul-devouring bell and was shattered. His internal organs were shattered, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up. Hearing Zhang Ruochen's humiliating words, he yelled: "Soldiers can be killed but not humiliated."

"Puff!"

The ancient sword of Chenyuan fell from the sky, carrying the soul of the Heavenly Sword, penetrated his body, and was nailed to the ground.

The Heavenly Sword Soul completely wiped out the holy soul in his body, the holy heart was pierced, and most of the mental thoughts were cut off by the sword energy.

Zhang Ruochen saw that he was like a self-destructing the Holy Source, so he naturally would not give him that opportunity.

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Chapter completed!