The top of the huge ancient tower.

Zhang Yuan and the purple-robed figure continued to bombard, pieces of terrifying light continued to erupt, and the energy swept across, and the two fought hundreds of times, and the purple-robed figure had already begun to spray blood.

His heart burned with rage.

In each bombardment with Zhang Yuan, a strange suction force would come from inside the Huolin Sword, sucking the blood all over his body and making it difficult to control.

This artifact is simply bizarre.

Zhang Yuan once again slashed at him with the Huolin Sword.

He agitated his true qi all over his body, like a tide, and slapped towards Zhang Yuan again and again.

True Qi formed a strange whirlpool after another, trying to trap Zhang Yuan's Huolin Sword.

Zhang Yuan also immediately realized the other party's purpose, and suddenly roared.

Rumble!

The voice was terrifying, shaking the other party's mind, and the true qi was stagnant.

Zhang Yuan's aura suddenly exploded, dispersing the opponent's true qi vortex and sweeping towards the opponent.

The purple-shirted figure's face changed, and he finally reacted, and hurriedly wanted to dodge.

But it was still slow, and he was directly swept off an arm by the Huolin Sword, and screamed bitterly.

The severed right arm burned up automatically as soon as it flew out.

His entire right shoulder was also directly roasted, and it smelled of burning.

Zhang Yuan took the opportunity and immediately burst out a palm.

With a terrifying power, the powerful palm wind was fiercely imprinted on the opponent's chest, and with a bang, the opponent flew upside down on the spot and smashed it into the distance.

He vomited blood, and the meridians up and down his body were directly broken by Zhang Yuanzhen, lying in the distance, his face was painful, and it was difficult to move a bit.

Zhang Yuan gasped, and the burning golden light on his body began to quickly restrain himself.

The golden sun and other visions behind it were all dimmed.

The purple-shirted figure is powerful, and after bombarding him so many times in a row, Zhang Yuan himself has also suffered a lot of injuries, and there is a stinging pain like a break in the meridians.

"I can't think of it, I can't imagine that I, Zhao Yuanhao, the hero I, actually fell into your hands, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the era that belongs to me has really passed. ”

The purple-shirted figure opened his mouth and sighed: "It's hateful, the triple seal is only one step away, and it's all in vain!"

Zhang Yuan quickly walked over and detained the poison sac from his mouth, not killing him immediately, but keeping him useful.

One moment to test a bold guess in mind.

He put the Huolin Sword back in the sheath, groped around on Zhao Yuanhao's body, and quickly found some relics, and then found a lot on Master Yuanhui's body.

Zhang Yuan immediately took action and quickly put these relics back in place, each layer was maintained by a special formation, and these relics were all the eyes of the formation.

As Zhang Yuan stuffed the relics back to their original positions, the relics pagoda that was originally violently stirring began to calm down quickly.

The demon roar below was terrible and unwilling, as if it was desperately bombarding the Relic Pagoda.

But it was useless, the Buddha's light was shining, the originally cracked ground was slowly healing, and the demonic energy that was constantly overflowing seemed to be suddenly blocked by the iron gate.

Rumble!

Finally, the entire stupa completely settled down, blooming with patches of dazzling light.

The demonic energy in all directions was quickly purified.

Around Mt. Shaomuro, the thirty-six main peaks that had been violently stirring were all quiet again.

All the roars were cut off and came to an abrupt end.

Heaven and earth were silent again.

Zhang Yuandian breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally calmed down.

Sure enough, it made sense for Ren Xingyun to ask him to come over.

The seals of hell are not so easy to unravel.

The formations of the predecessors are not so easy to break.

Merit +5000

Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed.

Only 5,000 merit points?

It seems that saving the world is not so much merit either.

Zhang Yuan touched his chin and said to himself: "Could it be that this is only temporary, and the chaos in the world will happen in a short period of time, so only part of my merit is counted?"

He couldn't figure out why.

But it's not a time to be entangled in front of you, the thunder and lightning outside are dazzling, the thunder is rolling, and there will be greater changes.

He was going to test the guess in his mind as soon as possible.

took out the red gourd in his arms, looked at the handwriting on it, and silently muttered a sentence [Daozu blessed].

Then he quickly returned to the ninth floor, opened the lid of the gourd, and the mouth of the gourd quietly faced the purple-shirted figure.

"Zhao Yuanhao!"

Zhang Yuan shouted softly.

The purple-shirted figure vomited blood from his mouth and sighed, "Aren't you still willing to give me a good time?"

His meridians were broken, and his mouth was poisoned, and he couldn't even commit suicide at this moment.

"Ahem"

Zhang Yuan coughed lightly and said, "I will give you a good time in a while, I will call you by your name first, can you respond to me, Zhao Yuanhao." ”

"What do you want me to do?"

The purple-shirted figure said with difficulty.

Rumble!

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Yuan felt the gourd in his hand tremble, the purple gold light on the surface flowed, the entire red gourd became extremely heavy, and the starlight at the mouth of the gourd flowed, as if it contained a world.

The terrifying weight made Zhang Yuan feel that both arms were about to be broken.

He was startled, and his palm loosened.

Boom!

The purple gourd slammed into the ground, shaking the entire ancient tower.

Zhao Yuanhao's cold hair stood on end, and an unimaginable feeling of fear directly appeared, his face turned pale, and he screamed in horror.

It stands to reason that he is not even afraid of death, what else is there to fear in the world?

But at this moment, there was an unimaginable fear, feces and urine came out, screaming in the mouth, and the soul was trembling.

"Ahh

The body turned into a beam of light and directly submerged into the gourd.

Sou!

Disappearing, the purple-gold light on the surface of the gourd slowly dimmed again.

Zhang Yuanhan's hair stood upside down, and his heart was shocked.

It's true?

He couldn't believe it!

Then, with a look of ecstasy, he hurriedly stuffed the gourd stopper onto the red gourd, and the weight of the red gourd had returned to its previous appearance.

Zhang Yuan took it in his hand, his eyes were shocked, and all kinds of thoughts were surging in his mind.

The experiment was successful.

But is this a copy or an original?

How did that legendary thing really come to be?

Could it be that an even more terrible civilization has ever been buried in this world?

Is the Fantian seal outside the city of Bingzhou also true?

His mind was full of thoughts.

At this moment, I don't know how to describe my mood, because everything in front of me may be subverted.

A civilization unknown to him was unveiling the veil to him.

Merit +300

The blue light flashed in front of him.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuan's pupils shrank, and he noticed a terrible scene.

The gourd is not complete.

In the upper part, a thin hole the size of a pinhole appears.

If you don't look closely, you can barely see it.

He couldn't believe it.

Has this thing ever been damaged?

How is this possible?

"It may be an imitation, the legendary one was taken from Hongmeng, how could it be damaged?"

Zhang Yuan's heart was tumbling, and he didn't want to believe this fact.

Bang!

At this time, a terrifying sound suddenly came from outside the relic, even if it was isolated by the relic, Zhang Yuan felt an unspeakable horror, and looked outside, only to see an unimaginable battle breaking out on one side of the relic.

A golden Zhangliu Buddha body, entangled in several terrifying figures, bombarded in mid-air, their attacks were unimaginably terrifying, every blow was hit, there were thunderstorms descending, terrifying.

Meanwhile.

The seal in the depths of Shaolin finally couldn't be suppressed, Zhang Yuan clearly heard a piercing demonic roar, and then pieces of buildings shattered, and a terrifying demonic aura broke out in an instant.

"The deity is back!"

With a loud roar, the entire Shaomuro Mountain shook.

Dozens of dazzling thunderbolts fell from the sky one after another, and the whole night was dazzling.