Wonderland

Chapter 633 Golden Dragon Zen Staff
A golden dragon shot out from between them, and just after flying less than three feet, it began to swell up, and finally expanded into a lifelike golden dragon tens of feet long.

"Golden Dragon Zen Staff?" Zhuo Haoran's face froze, and the words blurted out.

At this moment, the golden dragon flickered slightly, and turned into eighteen golden dragons, almost covering the surrounding void. While flying and circling, it brought up a large piece of golden glow, and went straight to greet Zhuo Haoran's endless snow-white sword light. go up.

The Bronze Monk didn't stay idle either, the subduing magic pestle in his hand grew to the size of a hundred feet, smashing all the way, breaking through layers of mighty sword energy, and slashed towards Zhuo Haoran.

Zhuo Haoran's face showed a bit of solemnity, he opened his mouth, and suddenly a silver jade pendant shot out, hanging in front of him.

The light on the jade pendant flickered, and then there was a slight shock, and suddenly a snow-white jade pendant-shaped light curtain shot out, growing all the way, until it reached the size of several feet before reaching the magic pestle.

"Bang." The light curtain was shattered by the blow from the falling magic pestle, but Zhuo Haoran didn't show the slightest expression of surprise, because the jade pendant in front of him vibrated every other breath, and a snow-white light curtain flashed every time.

Layer by layer, I don't know how many layers are superimposed together in a blink of an eye.

Every time the bronze monk's Demon Subduing Pestle shattered a snow-white light curtain, it became dimmer, and when he was still a few feet away from Zhuo Haoran, the golden aura on the Demon Subduing Pestle was so dim that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

"Lingbao white jade pendant?" The bronze monk exclaimed, and his subduing magic pestle also wailed at this time, turning into a golden light and returning to him, circling erratically.

The [-] golden dragons issued by the white-faced monk circled vertically and horizontally amidst the majestic sword aura that filled the sky. Wherever they passed, the sword aura exploded one after another, and the roaring sound in the entire hall was endless for a while.

All the Jindan and Foundation Establishment cultivators all showed horror and retreated one after another. The sky filled with sword energy is not something that can be touched by their level of cultivation. A single sword energy can kill them all. There is no soul left.

The same is true for Xiao Lin and others. They retreated hundreds of feet away one after another. The Purple Thunder Xingxuan Shield coiled around their bodies, just being hit by the aftermath of the sword aura a few times, their spiritual light dimmed.

Xiao Lin understood in his heart that the difference between the same magic treasure and spirit treasure in the hands of a Jindan monk and that of a Nascent Soul monk could be described as a world of difference.

Just like the white jade pendant that Zhuo Haoran sacrificed, it was just a mid-level spirit treasure, and it was a spirit treasure of the same level as his own Qingyang Jian.

But in the hands of Zhuo Haoran, it can withstand the full blow of the bronze monk.

If this is a high-level spirit treasure or a top-grade spirit treasure, in the hands of someone like Zhuo Haoran, wouldn't it have the power to destroy the world?

The Jinxia sword energy almost filled the space of hundreds of feet, the two sides fought extremely fiercely, and the Tiandang demon flag in the hands of the Black Flood Dragon King on the other side was even more powerful and domineering.

The large expanse of Baisha monster energy almost filled the area of ​​[-] feet above his head, and the clusters of Baisha monster energy condensed into various shapes of monsters, and charged towards Old Monster Jinhe and Old Demon Yinkui. and go.

Jinhe old monster and Yinkui old devil each activated their own talismans, and with all their strength, the Black Flood Dragon King was helpless for a while.

Xiao Lin's face was gloomy, and he kept thinking about the way to win the treasure.

The rest of the people obviously had the same thoughts as Xiao Lin. The true spirit water and several treasures in the true spirit pool, any of which can be called a great opportunity for a cultivator.

Even the Golden Core and Foundation Establishment cultivators who were forced to retreat to the edge of the hall by the golden glow were ready to move, and the fear in their hearts began to dissipate in the face of the huge opportunity.

"Xiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu to take advantage of the gap between Zhuo Haoran and the white-faced monk.

Each of them had a ferocious expression on their faces, and they held a jade bottle in their hands, apparently to hold the true spirit water in the true spirit pool.

In an instant, they were less than ten feet away from the True Spirit Pond, and their faces showed surprise expressions. As long as they can get a bottle of True Spirit Divine Water, even if it is half a bottle, then entering this Liuli Immortal Mansion this time can be said to be a great achievement It's a good harvest.

"Looking for death." The two voices came out almost in unison.

Several streams of snow-white sword energy and golden rays of light suddenly poured out from the side, directly enveloping the three people who had reached the edge of the True Spirit Pool.

The shrill screams only had time to utter half a cry, and then stopped abruptly. When the sword energy and golden glow dissipated, it was raining blood all over the sky, which completely smashed the two of them into pieces.

This scene immediately frightened the few people who were planning to rush over again.

Xiao Lin's face was a little pale, but there was a bit of resolute expression in his eyes.

He slowly retreated towards the rear, and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

The gray-haired old man and the woman surnamed Hua stared at the True Spirit Pond with unwilling faces, and their eyes were a little red.

Although many Golden Cores and Foundation Establishment cultivators were frightened away again, no one chose to leave. The road to immortality is right in front of them. As long as they can get the treasures in the True Spirit Pool, they can go one step further. An irresistible temptation.

Of course, they felt more that the Nascent Soul old monsters in front of them hadn't fired a real fire yet. If they went all out and fought to the death, they might not have the leisure to take care of the True Spirit Pond, and it would give them a little bit of time. Chance.

Xiao Lin has retreated to the back of the crowd at this moment, his face is full of awe, he has already thought of a way to capture Mingyan Heilian, but this way is still very risky.

But after thinking about it for a long time, Xiao Lin felt that only this method had a chance of success.

After all, in front of a few Nascent Soul monsters, it is impossible to seize the treasure without risk.

A cloud of gray aura emerged from Xiao Lin's body, and the next moment, his body slowly disappeared.

"Benefactor Zhuo's fighting power, the junior monks and brothers are very impressed, but it is impossible for Master Zhuo to defeat the two monks, why don't we have a discussion?" After fighting with Zhuo Haoran for a long time, the white-faced monk couldn't help it. Open your mouth and say.

"What discussion?" Zhuo Haoran was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and the movement of the sword energy also slowed down.

"The lotus roots of the Yanyan Black Lotus in the True Spirit Pond belong to the little monk and brother, and the rest belong to Master Zhuo, okay?"

Hearing this, Zhuo Haoran immediately smiled: "Zhuo doesn't want the rest, but only the piece of lotus root from Mingyan Heilian, so the two of you are willing?"

The white-faced monk heard the words, and his face suddenly sank: "The lotus root of the Mingyan black lotus is related to the chance of becoming a Buddha, but to fellow Taoist Zhuo, it is just a treasure. Why bother to discuss it with the little monk?" Brothers and sisters are going to fight."

Zhuo Haoran sneered: "The two of you may have forgotten that my Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong and your Xiji Ancient Buddha Tianzong have already reached the brink of war. Once the two get the lotus root of the Black Flame Black Lotus, I am afraid that the West Pole The ancient Buddha Tianzong added two more golden arhats, wouldn't this pose a great threat to my Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong?"

"It seems that Zhuo benefactor must stop my brothers and sisters from becoming Buddhas?" The white-faced monk heard this, his face darkened.

The bronze monk showed a ferocious expression, and the magic pestle in his hand had already manifested thousands of golden lights, and he smashed it towards Zhuo Haoran with a bang.

Zhuo Haoran laughed, and the Snowflake Excalibur beside him swayed slightly, and it was divided into twelve parts. When the twelve Snowflake Excalibur appeared, the temperature in the entire mountainside suddenly dropped.

Snowflakes like goose feathers started to fall, and at the same time, streaks of snow-white awe-inspiring sword energy criss-crossed and formed a net of light, covering the two monks.

"Amitabha." With the sound of dragon chants, golden dragons sprang out from the golden beads beside the white-faced monk, wrapped in rich golden light, and rushed towards the light net.

The moment the two collided, a large expanse of golden and white aura erupted, scattered in all directions, and there was a bursting sound like a cannonball on the ground.

This scene made the surrounding Golden Core and Foundation Establishment cultivators tremble with fear, their faces full of horror.

It was the first time for many of them to see the fight between Nascent Soul cultivators. Such a shocking momentum was something they had never seen in their lives, and if it wasn't for the extremely severe restrictions imposed in this hall.

At this moment, the entire hall is probably already in dilapidated condition.

The white-faced monk and the monk knew that Zhuo Haoran had become a hurdle they couldn't get over if they wanted to get the piece of lotus root from Mingyan Heilian.

Only by beheading or defeating it can the treasure be obtained.

Thinking of this, the two of them finally started a real fire. The bronze monk's loud Buddha horn sounded, he opened his mouth, and immediately shot three golden knives from his mouth. The three golden knives were all golden in color, and exuded a strong The Buddha's light, at first glance, is the effect that can only be produced after a long time of worshiping the Buddha's light.

Three golden knives shot out, turning into several feet in size in the blink of an eye, and slashed towards Zhuo Haoran in the air.

The bronze monk's face was gloomy at the moment, and his eyes were even more murderous, and there was no trace of his previous compassionate and gentle appearance.

Its mouth opened, and a six-petal golden lotus shot out from it. As soon as the golden lotus appeared, it bloomed slowly.

The moment he saw this golden lotus, Zhuo Haoran did not show a surprised expression, as if he had expected it.

The snow-white jade pendant in front of him spun around a few times, and then burst out with a large piece of snow-white light again, and then the light curtains in the shape of jade pendants shot out layer by layer.

A few feet away from Zhuo Haoran's body, a dense white barrier was formed, and this barrier surrounded Zhuo Haoran's surroundings without the slightest dead angle.

At this time, the six petals on the golden lotus suddenly fell off, and after a slight sway, they disappeared without a trace, and a few feet away from Zhuo Haoran, six golden beams of light emerged.

A series of strange golden aura runes emerged, circling the golden beam of light and circling upwards. After bypassing the top of the beam of light, they immediately turned into golden dragons, descended in the air, and hit the white light curtain.

At the moment of the collision, the entire hall trembled slightly, and then the golden and white auras scattered in all directions, almost covering most of the hall.

(End of this chapter)