"Relics!"

Before his death, the Buddhist celestial beings used the remaining power of the soul to condense in their bodies with the last means of Buddhist secret techniques.

Relics are very rare, and it does not mean that the gods and humans can definitely be condensed.

The failure rate is very high.

The relics in Jueyuan's hand were left to him by a Lingshan great power who once loved him.

You can always comprehend the Buddhist teachings contained in relics.

He can reach his current level of cultivation, and the help of Buddha bone relics to him is indispensable.

There are not many people in the entire Lingshan who can treat him like this.

The reason for this is because the power of Lingshan attaches great importance to it.

Otherwise, the treasure of the Lingshan Mountain, such as the relics, would not be in his hands.

In the eyes of all the great men of Lingshan, Jueyuan is a god below Lingshan.

The relics contain the insights and cultivation of a Buddhist celestial being.

Add to Jueyuan's Nine-Turn Golden Pill, he can emit a blow from heaven and man.

This is his last trump card.

It is also his confidence to be confident that he can suppress Zhang Jing.

No matter how strong the ghost-faced man in front of him is, he is only at the level of the Golden Pill.

It is impossible to survive under the attack of heaven and man.

The golden elixir in the right hand and the relics in the left hand, Jueyuan ignored the blood flowing in the dantian.

The last little life burned again in an instant.

The golden elixir and the relics suddenly floated and began to rotate around each other at the top of Jueyuan's head.

Jueyuan folded his hands together and said with a straight face: "Today, with Jueyuan's lifelong power, we will open the door to hell for you!"

Zhang Jing forced a knife to slash out. When Jueyuan inserted his hand into his dantian, Zhang Jing felt something was wrong.

He reacted instantly, and then slashed the golden elixir with one sword.

But unfortunately, the golden elixir was not damaged.

It was still circling above Jueyuan's head.

After slashing out with one sword, Zhang Jing's body instantly retreated hundreds of meters away.

Feeling the majestic momentum around Jueyuan, Zhang Jing's face was very solemn.

Unexpectedly, the old monk Jueyuan had so many trump cards with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

As Jueyuan finished speaking, he heard a "bang".

The relics above the head instantly shattered, turning into a spiritual charm and blended into the golden elixir floating in the air.

Then, the golden elixir in the void slowly floated up in Zhang Jing's eyes.

A villain who looks like Jueyuan sat cross-legged in the golden elixir.

Use relics to gain a glimpse of the soul.

Jueyuan actually took a different approach and used his own death to forcibly breaking the pill and concentrating his mind.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Jue smiled in the distance, his muscles and blood and energy withered instantly. In just a blink of an eye, he was left with only a pair of skin and bones.

His eyes were deep, his face was dry like a tree bark, and his originally shiny top also dimmed.

It’s okay to hear the truth in the morning and die in the evening!

Feel the terrifying power bursting from the body of the soul that was accumulating momentum at an extremely fast speed in the void.

Zhang Jing immediately sat down cross-legged quickly.

Jueyuan's primordial spirit was firmly locked on Zhang Jing. He couldn't run, nor could he run.

The powerful celestial beings can cross dozens of miles in an instant.

Even if Zhang Jing burned the golden elixir, it would not last for a few moments.

Zhang Jing's current condition is actually very poor. After the full-strength attack from the magic body of the Heavenly Magic, the golden elixir in Zhang Jing's body has long been depressed.

Even if you have a big stomach that constantly refines the spiritual pill to replenish it, it cannot be recovered in an instant.

If you burn the golden elixir at this time, you will completely destroy your own path.

So, Zhang Jing sat cross-legged without hesitation.

Because he has countermeasures.

The trump card is not only the old monk Jueyuan has, but he also has it.

"Shocking!"

It is Zhang Jing’s confidence in dealing with Jueyuan’s soul.

A secret technique included in this supreme heavenly demon heart sutra was originally practiced by only the great powers of heavenly beings.

Because it is difficult to practice under heaven and man.

However, Lord Zhang is Lord Zhang after all, and he refined the dark fruit and the blue silver flower obtained from Hongnong Yang.

Zhang Jing had successfully cultivated the "Shocking Spike" before.

However, at that time, I only put on an air and had no practical strength.

But with Zhang Jing's continuous practice, the shocking sting in the spiritual platform has gradually condensed.

Although I don’t know what my strength is, Zhang Jing can only do it as a living person.

Otherwise, I would have to surrender and wait to die.

……………………

Lingshan,

Regret over the top of the peak.

A young monk with red lips, white teeth, closed his eyes and chanting scriptures suddenly slowly opened his eyes.

Two golden lights that capture people soared into the sky.

Then, the golden light slowly dissipated, and the young monk seemed to have felt something.

He turned his eyes to one direction, where was the direction of Jueyuan's passing away.

"Amitabha!"

The young monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

Then, his lips moved slightly and said softly:

"Xuanming..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden stream of light flew out from somewhere in Lingshan and slowly landed in front of the young monk.

It was an old monk with very long eyebrows that had already drooped to both sides of his cheeks.

"Venice." The old monk put his hands together and performed a Buddhist ritual very respectfully.

"Jueyuan passed away," said the young monk, known as the Venerable.

Xuan Ming's eyes shrank a little, as if he was a little unbelievable.

"How did the Venerable know this?"

"The relics left by Xuan Ci to Jueyuan have been broken. The relics were kept in my hands for some time. I had sensed them just when the relics were broken." The Venerable said.

Xuan Ming frowned, Jueyuan was his disciple he valued very much.

I have a great hope to break through the realm of heaven and man, but I didn't expect that at this moment I would...

"What a pity," the Venerable sighed softly.

"I dare to ask the Lord to tell you where Jueyuan fell?" Xuanming nodded slightly.

The young monk nodded and then pointed in one direction.

………………………………………

The moment Zhang Jing sat cross-legged, the soul above Jueyuan's head had successfully broken free from the constraints of the golden elixir.

He looked back at the body that passed away with a smile on the ground.

Jueyuan's primordial spirit also wore a smile on his face. It's worth it to be able to experience the realm of a powerful god before he died.

The illusory soul turned its gaze to Zhang Jing, who was cross-legged and closed his eyes not far away.

"Devil, suppress you today!" Jueyuan said in his heart.

Then, his soul, which was only three inches in size, rushed directly towards Zhang Jing.
To be continued...