"ah!"

The sudden death of the Great Suffering caused the crowd to scream. Millions of monks watched this scene happening, but were unable to stop it. They were extremely horrified!

The dignified Yasheng died in the blink of an eye, not even the remains were left, only a bloody mist was left.

"Brother!"

Fu Hu, Xuan Ye, and Fu Hai exclaimed loudly, and they all wanted to rush forward, but were stopped by the monks beside them.

Gui Wujiu's face was solemn and he said in a deep voice: "What we are facing may be an unprecedented crisis! We must not be reckless."

Only then did the three of them react and glanced at the huge monk in the distance, their eyes full of disbelief.

"Uncle, why did you kill Senior Brother Da Ku?" Venerable Fuhu said in a harsh voice.

"Yes, uncle, don't you remember us?" Fu Hai and Xuan Ye also asked.

In the distance, the huge monk sat cross-legged on the ground. He didn't even look at the three of them. Instead, he grinned, looking extremely weird.

"He is the mountain master of Luotian Mountain. Is he really like a deity?" Liang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and his face was solemn.

Why is this dignified saint like this?

Moreover, as the mountain lord of Luotian Mountain, he actually killed his own disciples. This makes no sense whatsoever.

In a trance, Liang Yan's thoughts were chaotic, and he vaguely felt that everyone was trapped in a huge conspiracy!

"Everyone, be careful! I think this 'Zhenru Tianzun' is not normal. Let's evacuate first and then make a long-term plan." Gui Wujiu said loudly.

After hearing what he said, everyone nodded in unison, each made a spell, turned into light, and fled in all directions.

Suddenly, all kinds of rays of light flew together, and millions of monks dispersed like birds and beasts!

But before everyone in Nanxuan could fly far, they heard a Buddhist chant sound in the sky, and then the golden light fell and turned into a huge golden bowl, trapping all the millions of monks in it!

Among the crowd, there were a few people with impulsive personalities, such as "True Lord Huayang", "True Lord Miaohua", "Dunanzi" and others. They could not wait for a moment and immediately cast spells to break the golden bowl.

Escape.

boom!

As soon as the magic came close, there was a muffled sound and golden light burst out, blowing back and blowing the bodies of several people into pieces!

When the other monks saw this scene from a distance, they all took a breath of cold air. How could they dare to break in? They immediately stopped pressing the escape light, with expressions of shock and uncertainty on their faces.

"Could this be Luo Tianshan's 'Hundred Refined Golden Light'? I'm afraid it hasn't appeared in the world for thousands of years, right?" Gui Wujiu said in shock.

"It is indeed the 'Hundred Refined Golden Light'."

Venerable Fuhu gave a bitter smile and said: "In the entire Luotian Mountain, only the mountain master has this magical power. None of our eight brothers and sisters can use it."

"Saint! He is a saint!" Gui Wujiu's face turned pale. He looked back at the huge monk sitting on the ground and said in shock: "Is he going to drive us all away?!"

"I'm afraid he is no longer the 'Zhenru Tianzun' he used to be."

Liang Yan's voice was low and his face was solemn: "The whole 'Divine Machine Act' may be a huge conspiracy. Even the fellow Taoists in Luo Tianshan have hidden this matter. All of us are in the chess game!"

After hearing this, Gui Wujiu smiled bitterly and said: "This is Beiming! They started planning thousands of years ago, or even earlier. That's why they are so pervasive that the entire Antarctic Continent is under their control! In fact, I

I have known for a long time that the battle between the North and the South will be futile, and I only placed my hope on Senior Linghu, hoping that he could change his fate against the will of heaven, but I didn’t expect that he can’t save himself now, and we all may have become abandoned!”

He does not mean that.

Maybe it was just a simple complaint that was not to blame, but Liang Yan had seen Linghu Bai's chessboard.

"Is it true that he killed Bai Zi and was reborn after a broken arm? Did he have to sacrifice all of us to achieve his wish to make a comeback?"

At this moment, Liang Yan's belief also wavered.

Beiming's power is so great and its layout is so deep, it's like dark clouds looming over the city, and Linghu Bai is the only bright light in this endless darkness, guiding everyone's direction.

Now that even this bright light has been extinguished, what hope is there?

"City Lord, what are you thinking?" Liang Yan murmured to himself.

At this moment, the huge monk in the distance took action again.

He raised his right hand and smacked his huge palm in the air. Thousands of golden lights suddenly appeared above the sky. In the blink of an eye, they condensed into a huge palm, covering an area of ​​more than 7,000 miles under his palm!

The Dharma of this palm is endless and contains the path of life, death and prosperity. All things rotate and cannot escape the scope of the palm.

"After the saint takes action, there will be no way for us to survive!"

Gui Wujiu looked up at the huge palm falling from the sky and murmured to himself.

No wonder he is so decadent. Although there is only one word difference between the sub-sage and the saint, the difference in cultivation between the two is really huge! In front of the saint, the sub-sage has almost no ability to resist.

Liang Yan also raised his head.

He saw countless Buddha Dharma, the vast world, and various subtle changes in the lines on that palm, but he could only understand one ten thousandth of it.

It's like an ant just emerged from its burrow and looked up to see the mountains!

Such a sense of disparity, not to mention that he was not to blame, even gave him a sense of decadence, feeling that any resistance was futile and it was better to accept death calmly.

But the next moment, Liang Yan came back to his senses, his eyes flashing with light.

"Everyone, if you are facing death, why not fight to the death?"

Liang Yan shouted loudly and used his magical power. The sound spread thousands of miles away, allowing everyone to hear it clearly.

"Although 'Zhenru Tianzun' is a saint, he is currently unconscious and may not be able to exert his full strength. There are millions of us, and there are hundreds of tribulation ancestors. It is better for us to join forces and fight, it is worse than closing our eyes." Waiting to die!"

This sound woke everyone up.

It is true that the power of the saint is difficult to resist, but if millions of people take action at the same time, there is always a glimmer of hope, which is better than sitting back and waiting for death!

Especially those ancestors who have cultivated to this level, how can they give up easily?

"Everyone, take action!"

Gu Tian's voice was low, and he sacrificed both the "Mending Heaven Aegis" and "Mending Heaven Divine Sword". The Houtu Domain spread to all directions, forming a huge barrier that served as the first line of defense for everyone.

The second person to take action was Gui Wujiu. This person's face was solemn. He waved his sleeves and held a star map in the air.

As he cast spells, the star map continued to expand, evolving into various starlight spells, some shaped like sharp swords, some like rippling water waves, all in various shapes and forms!

With the two people's spells blocking the air, the others no longer hesitated.

Millions of monks displayed their magical powers at the same time. Regardless of their level of cultivation, from the ancestors of the Tribulation to the foundation-building monks, they all contributed their own strength at this moment.

Facing the saint's attack, no one dares to hide their secrets!

More than a hundred Ancestors of the Tribulation, all sacrificed their own magic weapons, and even used all the magical powers at the bottom of the box.

Because they know that if they don’t use it now, they will never have the chance to use it again in the future!

"What about the saint? There are millions of people like us, but I don't believe he can kill us all!"

A casual cultivator in the Transformation Tribulation Realm shouted loudly, with an excited look on his face, and raised both palms.

Powerful spiritual power burst out from his palm, turning into a ball of mysterious green energy in mid-air, which seemed to be blended with the heaven and earth, ethereal and traceless.

The next moment, green energy soared into the sky, condensing into a thousand-foot-tall Dharma form, which was almost exactly the same as himself. He raised his hands high, trying to hold the golden palm falling from the sky.

"Fellow Taoist Qingming, don't be reckless!"

As soon as the crowd finished speaking, there was a crisp sound of "Bang!", and the green-robed Dharma image was illuminated by golden light and immediately shattered into pieces!

And the "Ancestor Qingming" himself also let out a scream in mid-air, bleeding from all his orifices, losing all breath, and just fell straight down from mid-air.

When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but look horrified.

You know, although this "Ancestor Qingming" is a casual cultivator, he has already passed the sixth difficulty and is famous. Unexpectedly, he was just illuminated by the golden light and died immediately!

"Is this the method of a saint?"

Most of the millions of monks present have never seen the power of a saint. Only a few people have had a glimpse of it, but they have never experienced it personally.

At this moment, in the sky, Sanskrit sounds are lingering.

The huge golden palm slowly pressed down. Wherever it passed, the starlight shattered and the realm collapsed. Even if millions of monks joined forces to block it, they could not slow down the falling speed of this palm.

Gu Tian and other sub-sages were the first to bear the brunt of the blame. Their magical powers were crushed, their faces were pale, and the corners of their mouths were bleeding!

Liang Yan also had a hard time. The five sword lights were all bent by the golden light of Buddhism. Even if his sword intent was strong and he combined the power of the four laws with the Taotie demon body, he could not stop the power of the saint!

"If this continues, I'm afraid all of us will be buried here!"

This thought only passed by for a moment, but it made Liang Yan feel horrified.

He thought of Yun Longzhu. If he had this magic weapon with him, he might still have a chance to escape.

But the Yunlong Pearl has been handed over to Nan Youyue, and even the only magic weapon that can be relied on has been lost. Now I don’t know how to escape from this place.

Just as Liang Yan's mind was spinning, he suddenly heard Venerable Fuhu say loudly:

"Today's situation was all caused by the 'Divine Machine Act', and we, the three brothers, are really to blame! There is only one way now, and that is to sacrifice the souls and relics of the three of us to break the 'Hundred Alchemy'

The barrier of light will provide a way for all fellow Taoists to survive."

As soon as these words came out, all the monks in Luotian Mountain said: "Uncle, you must not do this!"

Venerable Fuhu sighed: "Senior brother is dead and uncle is crazy. Now I am the presiding officer of Luo Tianshan. The two junior brothers are willing to help me."
To be continued...