The gray bone fan in Nan Sheng's hand unfolded, and under the stimulation of strong mental power, blood-like runes appeared on the twelve fan bones.
A three-foot-tall humanoid rune beast rushed out from the fan.
The rune beast has no skin, only flesh and bones, and is extremely ferocious.
Nan Sheng is not only a god with his spiritual power, but also a heavenly master of Talisman. With his attainments in Talisman, he can overpower the low-end false gods.
"Ouch!"
The humanoid talisman roared loudly, with blood flowing all over its body, and punched Zhang Ruochen with infinite force.
The fist is as big as a water tank.
Zhang Ruochen did not dodge or retreat, and all the gold-buried rules and divine patterns emerged from his body, with a golden light. He punched out and collided with the fist of the humanoid rune beast.
The two forces collided, erupting with energy like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
"How could Zhang Ruochen's power be so strong? It was far superior to the Ten Worlds War." Nan Sheng shrank his pupils, formed seals with his hands, and completely released his seventy-level mental power, displaying the power of death.
The power of death thoughts directly attacks Zhang Ruochen's holy soul.
"Boom!"
The form of truth appeared around Zhang Ruochen, like a sea of stars surrounding his body. The attack power of his fist increased thirty times, knocking the human-shaped talisman beast away in an instant.
Feeling the attack of death thoughts, Zhang Ruochen also released seventy levels of mental power to form a mental defense.
"How is it possible? You have actually become a god with your spiritual power!" Nan Sheng said in disbelief.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Nothing is impossible."
Nan Sheng quickly suppressed the shock in his heart, calmed down, and said: "So what if your mental power becomes a god? In terms of the use of mental power, you are still far behind."
Other spiritual monks, in the early and middle stages of the seventieth level, can only compete with the low-level pseudo-gods at best.
However, as the successor of Tiannan Life and Death Ruins, Nan Sheng is confident that with the mental power of the early seventieth level, he can fight against the third-level and second-level false gods, and even challenge the third-level and first-level false gods.
He didn't believe that Zhang Ruochen could have such strength.
"The Wrath of Death."
Behind Nan Sheng, a huge and dark shadow of death rose up, and the cold breath spread quickly, causing the space to form a thick layer of ice crystals.
In the ears of Zhang Ruochen and Hai Hai, countless dead voices appeared, attacking the holy souls and eating the holy energy.
Even if Zhang Ruochen also possesses seventy levels of spiritual power, he cannot defend himself.
"Soul-Eating Bell!"
Zhang Ruochen put his two fingers together, and his spiritual power and holy energy surged at the same time. Suddenly, twelve bells flew out of his sleeves.
The Soul-Eating Bell is the supreme holy weapon taken from the Ghost Lord Second Zi Yuan.
The twelve bells became as big as a copper bell and lay in front of Zhang Ruochen. On the bells, all the supreme inscriptions appeared, and countless ghosts rushed out of the bells.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding."
As the bell swayed, all the ghosts, like seducers, rushed towards the shadow of death.
Nan Sheng was depressed, forgetting that Zhang Ruochen could use the Supreme Holy Artifact of Spiritual Power to make up for his shortcomings in the use of spiritual power. With his spiritual power attainments, he could not do anything to this monk who majored in martial arts.
It would be difficult for other monks to obtain a single supreme holy weapon, but with him, it was one after another.
Zhang Ruochen held the Soul-Eating Bell with one hand and resisted the shadow of death cast by Nan Sheng. He looked quite relaxed and said: "If your skills stop here, today will be your memorial day next year."
"Sword comes out."
The sound of swords sounded.
Shen Yuan's Ancient Sword Guide Saint spins rapidly, and the soul of Youtian Sword blends into it.
"Wow!"
The sword light flew out like a black beam of light.
The bone fan in Nan Sheng's hand flew out, and suddenly the sky was filled with runes.
The twelve fan bones turned into twelve sky pillars and stood in front of him, blocking the oncoming Shen Yuan Ancient Sword.
"Very good, Zhang Ruochen, you are indeed strong enough. The stronger you are, the more I can achieve a sufficient sense of accomplishment by killing you."
Nan Sheng knew that with his own strength, he could not threaten Zhang Ruochen at all, so he flew up, landed on the top of one of the rune-patterned sky pillars, and pressed his right hand on his chest.
"Wow!"
A ball of black light flew out from above his head.
The light emitted by the black light group is getting stronger and stronger, containing powerful dark power, and releasing a scorching breath, like a black sun.
In fact, the heat it erupts far exceeds the temperature of the sun's surface.
In Zhang Ruochen's field of vision, the surroundings had become completely dark. Only by using the Eye of Truth could he clearly see the silhouette of Nan Sheng, standing in the sky like a true god.
"You should be proud of yourself if you can force me to use the magic talisman, even if you die here!" Nan Sheng said.
Zhang Ruochen had experienced the destructive power of the talisman in the Goddess City of Ice King, and it was so powerful that most true gods would have to avoid it temporarily.
"Winter Sword!"
Zhang Ruochen took the lead and used the time sword technique.
Throughout the space, time imprints are all displayed, forming a unique cold air that freezes time.
With one strike of the sword, time almost stopped.
However, Nan Sheng was not an ordinary person. He had already taken out the Mo Yang Talisman and pressed towards Zhang Ruochen. Under the impact of the power of the Talisman, the time mark light spots were annihilated one after another. Zhang Ruochen knew that he had lost the opportunity and hurriedly
Sheathes the sword and returns, shooting forward with both hands.
The infinite holy will burst out.
The power of the nine paths condensed into a Tai Chi mark, spinning rapidly to form a spiral energy to resist the pressing black sun.
The aura of Buddha, the aura of darkness..., the power between heaven and earth were all pulled by Wuji's holy will, turned into their own use, and gathered in front of Zhang Ruochen.
Heaven and earth are him, and he is heaven and earth.
"Amazing."
Nan Sheng sighed secretly in his heart, feeling envious and jealous of Zhang Ruochen's holy will.
"Even if you have a holy will, it is impossible to block the talisman." Nan Sheng spread out his hands and pushed forward, using all his mental energy to pour into the talisman.
The black sun weighed hundreds of millions of kilograms and had heat that could destroy the world. It caused Zhang Ruochen's hands to burn. He was invaded by dark power and his fingers turned black.
The flesh and blood were burned away, revealing the phalanges.
"This time, you don't have any chance to stand up!" Nan Sheng said with a smile.
Suffering the bone-piercing pain, Zhang Ruochen's eyes were sharp and he called out the Buddha's relic in his arms.
The Buddha relic flew to the center of the Tai Chi mark.
"Wow!"
In an instant, the Tai Chi mark's light surged, the Buddha's light shone universally, and the sound of the Ten Thousand Buddhas resounded, echoing endlessly.
The dark power erupted from Mo Yang's talisman was continuously purified by the Buddha's relics, and its power was reduced. However, with the help of the Buddha's relics, Zhang Ruochen's power increased rapidly.
Nan Sheng recognized the Buddha's relic and felt excited.
As long as you kill Zhang Ruochen, you will undoubtedly obtain a shocking divine treasure, and the trip to the Dark Abyss will be a complete meritorious deed.
"puff!"
Nan Sheng struck his chest with his palm, spit out divine blood from his mouth, and sprayed it on the divine talisman.
The power of the talisman became more powerful and continued to crush.
Even the Buddha's relics and the Wuji Holy Will could not stop it, and the Tai Chi mark hanging in front of Zhang Ruochen was pressed back.
"Senior Brother Ruochen, I'm here to help you."
Seawater pressed his palms onto Zhang Ruochen's back, mobilizing the Buddhist energy in his body and injecting it into it.
However, just as her hands touched Zhang Ruochen, she flew backwards and hit the golden Buddha wall. This was a contest between god-level experts. How could she, a saint at the peak of demigods, participate in it?
The Buddha's relics and the Tai Chi seal had been suppressed until they were only a short distance away from Zhang Ruochen, and they were about to lose their support.
The Buddha relic was first pressed by the power of the talisman and sank into Zhang Ruochen's body, drilling into his chest. In an instant, Zhang Ruochen's body became bright and clear like a Buddhist lamp.
Before, Zhang Ruochen had never thought about refining the Buddha's relics.
After all, it is the relic of a powerful person at the Buddha level. If a holy monk were to swallow it, he would probably be strangled to death.
However, what surprised Zhang Ruochen was that the Buddha relic could be immersed directly into his body, and the power it erupted was very gentle and not unbearable.
The next moment, Zhang Ruochen only felt that the spiritual thoughts in his holy heart were nourished by the power of the Buddha's relics and became stronger and stronger.
Mental strength increases rapidly.
As his mental power grew stronger, Zhang Ruochen displayed his infinite holy will, and the power he unleashed became stronger.
You can even be distracted, control the Soul-Eating Bell, and attack Xiang Nan Sheng from behind.
"Bang bang."
Twelve soul-eating bells struck Nan Sheng one after another.
With every impact, the bell would swallow up part of his holy soul.
Nan Sheng vomited blood, screamed miserably, and fell from the Talisman Pillar. He could no longer control the Talisman.
Without the mental power to activate it, the power of the divine talisman dropped sharply. Zhang Ruochen used the Tai Chi mark to suppress it and put it into his hand. It was a black jade talisman, only three inches long.
I don’t know if it’s because it has been used, but there are some cracks on the jade talisman.
"What a powerful talisman. Fortunately... there is a powerful master who can still protect me even if he has been dead for a hundred thousand years."
But not just anyone can refine the Buddha's relics.
The remaining spiritual will in the Buddha's relics cannot be refined by ordinary true gods, but it will easily cause backlash.
However, Zhang Ruochen is the descendant of Saint Monk Xumi.
The spiritual will contained in the Buddha's relics will naturally not reject him.
Zhang Ruochen touched his hot chest, looked down at the brilliant golden light in the center of his ribs, and saw densely packed Buddhist inscriptions that appeared and disappeared.
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 and reaching the peak of the seventieth level.
The strange thing is that without the death threat from the talisman, the mental power stopped growing.
"Does it take an attack to release the power of the Buddha's relics?"
Zhang Ruochen looked at Nan Sheng, who was lying on the ground with cold eyes and unwillingness on his face, and said, "Get up and hit me."
Nan Sheng's holy soul was devoured too much, his back was bruised by the Soul-Eating Bell, and his internal organs were shattered. He didn't even have the strength to stand up. Hearing Zhang Ruochen's humiliating words, he yelled: "Sir
It can be killed but not humiliated."
"Pfft!"
Shen Yuan's ancient sword fell from the sky, carrying the soul of the heavenly sword, penetrated his body and nailed him to the ground.
The Heavenly Sword Soul completely destroyed the Holy Soul in his body, the Holy Heart was pierced, and most of his mental power and thoughts were cut off by the sword energy.
Zhang Ruochen saw that he was like self-destructing the Holy Source, so naturally he wouldn't give him that chance.