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The two of them chased and jumped, and in less than a day, they were already a million miles away. Xiao Lin felt very solemn at this moment. This was the first time he had seen the horror of Buddhist cultivation in the Nirvana Realm.

Monk Wuxiang not only easily defused the innate forbidden spirit black ice formation that he used with all his strength, but his spiritual consciousness was also shockingly powerful. He passed through the Jiangshan chessboard and moved at least thousands of miles at a time, but he still couldn't get rid of him. tracking.

It seems that escaping like this is not an option. Xiao Lin can already feel that the distance between him and Monk Wuxiang is getting closer. Originally, after he moved once, he could still breathe for a while, but now this moment of time has been reduced by more than half. He originally intended to escape in the direction of the Haoyang Mountains, but at his current speed, he might not be able to reach the Haoyang Mountains and would be overtaken by him.

Xiao Lin's mind was spinning, thinking about how to deal with it. With his current escape speed, even with the blessing of the Small Explosion Spell, it was not as fast as Monk Wuxiang's escape speed. For the current plan, it seemed that there was only one way, that It is to carry out a long-distance transmission of more than ten thousand miles through the Jiangshan chessboard.

Such a teleportation requires the consumption of high-grade spiritual stones, and it also requires a bit of casting time, but this casting time is enough for the phaseless monk to catch up.

Xiao Lin didn't know that Monk Wuxiang was even more depressed than him at the moment. Originally, according to the rules between monks in the Nirvana Realm and the Divine Transformation Realm, monks in the Nirvana Realm and the Divine Transformation Realm were not allowed to interfere in secular affairs, unless they were sect members. The door is facing a life and death situation.

It's just that this time he happened to catch up and saw that four golden bodies of Arhats and one golden body of Buddha Lotus and Bodhisattva all fell in Xiao Lin's hands. Naturally, he couldn't stand by and watch, and seeing Xiao Lin's methods, once they were allowed to grow, Get up, if you advance to become a god one day, you might really bring disaster to the Ancient Buddha Celestial Sect of the West Pole.

Therefore, Monk Wuxiang's mood, which had not been disturbed for hundreds of years, suddenly became murderous. He came up with the idea of ​​​​cutting off Xiao Lin's future troubles. As soon as this idea came out, he could not stop it, but he did not think of the moving magic weapon in Xiao Lin's hand. It's so amazing that even my own magical power, which can reach thousands of miles in a single thought, can't catch up with it.

This also made him secretly anxious. If he really escaped back to the Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong, it would be basically impossible for him to kill him again.

Moreover, after this incident, he will definitely hate himself and the Buddhist Kingdom in the West. It is almost inevitable that he will become a serious problem for the Buddhist Kingdom in the future.

Thinking of this, Monk Wuxiang's face showed a trace of hesitation, but after a moment, a trace of absolute expression appeared on his face, as if he had made some determination.

I saw the Wuxiang monk suddenly stopped, and a rich golden light sprouted from the center of his eyebrows. In the mountains below, endless green light spots suddenly appeared. If you look carefully, you will find that these light spots actually come from criss-crossing. Emerging from the river.

The water in these rivers dropped by more than half almost instantly, and the endless green light spots slowly gathered in front of Monk Wuxiang into the shape of a demon-conquering pestle, exuding a scorching green spiritual light, exuding Powerful spiritual pressure.

If any cultivator in the realm of gods saw this scene, they would definitely shout out the words "power of rules" in surprise.

After cultivators advance to become gods, they can already come into contact with the power of some rules. Through practice, they can control a certain amount of power of rules, but it is only a trace, and they can only control one kind.

But even this trace of power of rules is definitely not something that ordinary great monks can contend with. How can a mortal body contend with the power of heaven and earth?

Monk Wuxiang practices the laws of water. At his early stage of becoming a god, he can only control a trace of it, but just this trace of it is enough for him to deliver a shocking blow.

It's just that this shocking blow was faced by a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, so it would be a bit disgraceful to mention it.

But Monk Wuxiang knew that he was now on the verge of death, and he was already planning to do this, so he used the power of the rules without hesitation.

The power of water gathered by thousands of rivers instantly converged into a demon-conquering pestle, and it became more and more radiant, as if it had turned into substance.

Thousands of miles away, Xiao Lin suddenly felt Monk Wuxiang stop, and he couldn't help but show a hesitant expression on his face, but he waved his sleeves without hesitation, and shot sixty-four high-grade spiritual stones towards him. The Jiangshan chessboard is embedded in sixty-four grids.

At the same time, an obscure spell sounded from his mouth, and the Jiangshan chessboard suddenly became enlightened, and all the lines on the chessboard also shone.

Suddenly Xiao Lin's expression changed. He found that he was locked by a terrible force. And the moment he was locked by this force, he actually felt frightened. For ordinary mortals, this feeling is... It's just a feeling, but for a cultivator like Xiao Lin, it means that he is about to encounter a life-and-death crisis.

Xiao Lin's mind was spinning and he kept thinking. With the power of his huge spiritual consciousness, Monk Wuxiang was thousands of miles away. Even if he chased him now, it would take a while. This time was enough for him to activate. The Jiangshan chessboard has been moved thousands of miles away.

"That is?" Xiao Lin's sea of ​​consciousness suddenly caught the demon-subduing pestle in front of Monk Wuxiang. At this moment, Xiao Lin understood that the reason Monk Wuxiang did not chase him was because he was using his killing move. At the same time, Xiao Lin also He sensed that with Monk Wuxiang as the center, within a thousand miles, endless rivers were gathering a strange force into the demon-conquering pestle.

This power revealed the power of heaven and earth, and it was this power that made Xiao Lin feel frightened.

"Is this the power of rules?" Xiao Lin's face turned extremely ugly in an instant. This power of rules of heaven and earth is the origin of heaven and earth. I have seen the cultivation experiences of many senior god-transformation monks, and I once introduced the power of the rules of heaven and earth.

Most of the introductions about the power of rules in these cultivation experiences are very vague and general, and are usually replaced by the need to understand the nature of heaven and earth.

However, it emphatically states the power of this rule. Unless the power of rules is used, it is almost unstoppable. However, for the monks who transform themselves into spirits, exerting the power of rules is extremely burdensome and requires a huge price. , As for the price, there is no record in these introductions, and Xiao Lin naturally has no way of knowing.

Xiao Lin recalled the introduction about the power of rules in his mind, his face turned pale, and he kept thinking about countermeasures.

Xiao Lin knew that even if he escaped thousands of miles away from the demon-subduing pestle condensed with the power of rules, as long as he was locked by it in advance, he would pursue it and would never return without success.

With Xiao Lin's current level of cultivation, if he wants to withstand this blow, he will inevitably be seriously injured even if he does not die. And once he is seriously injured, even if he escapes thousands of miles away with the Jiangshan chessboard, there is a high probability that he will not be able to escape from Monk Wuxiang. Chase.

After thinking for a moment, Xiao Lin's face showed a look of absolute despair.

The magic pestle in front of Monk Wuxiang has been condensed. His face is extremely pale, and the wrinkles on his face seem to have suddenly increased, as if he is much older.

As he said "Go." The demon-subduing pestle turned into a streak of blue light and disappeared into the sky.

After sacrificing the demon-subduing pestle condensed with the power of the rules, Monk Wuxiang took one step forward, a golden light flashed by, and disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Lin felt that astonishing pressure getting closer and closer. In almost a few breaths, Xiao Lin saw a green light appearing in the sky, shooting straight towards him.

Xiao Lin's body flashed with spiritual light, and at this moment, the Demon-Conquering Pestle had already arrived in front of Xiao Lin. Xiao Lin's eyes were flashing with scorching spiritual light, and his whole body suddenly became crystal clear. With a wave of his sleeves and robe, nine sides of his body were crystal clear. A clear purple-green shield appeared in front of him, superimposed together, and grew to the size of ten feet, forming a thick crystal wall, which was Xiao Lin's nine-sided Purple Thunder Star Shield.

The nine Purple Thunder Star Shields are stacked together, and the defensive power is by no means one plus one equals two, but is increased several times. Although Xiao Lin knows that this Purple Thunder Star Shield is his own magic weapon, but facing the Wuxiang Monk He couldn't care less about the regular power attacks.

The Purple Thunder Star Shield had just blocked Xiao Lin's front, and the Demon-Conquering Pestle had already shot from the air and hit the Purple Thunder Star Shield directly.

"Bang~"

"Pfft~~"

The nine-sided Purple Thunder Star Shield was penetrated by the Demon-Conquering Pestle almost instantly. When Xiao Lin saw this, his face changed drastically, and his body suddenly retreated back. At the same time, a purple long sword appeared in his hand, and the sword light flickered. , a thunder net formed in front of him, blocking him.

"Hey~"

The purple thunder net was also penetrated in an instant. Although the Demon-Conquering Pestle was dimmed a bit, it still shot towards Xiao Lin with undiminished power. A stern look appeared on Xiao Lin's face, and his right arm instantly became as transparent as It was like jade, punched out with the Demon-Conquering Pestle.

The air in front of Xiao Lin was compressed instantly, and a sharp roar erupted. The Demon-Conquering Pestle instantly collided with Xiao Lin's fist, and Xiao Lin's fist instantly collapsed. Not only that, the Demon-Conquering Pestle turned out to be a little bit smaller. It knocked Xiao Lin's arms apart.

But there was no expression of pain on Xiao Lin's face. A large blue aura emerged from his body and condensed towards his arm. Every time the Demon-Conquering Pestle advanced a little, the aura dimmed until one of Xiao Lin's right The arm attack was completely defeated, and the demon-subduing pestle finally disintegrated into a green aura that filled the sky and disappeared.

Xiao Lin lost an arm, and not only did his face show no trace of pain, but he showed an expression of joy. Then a flash of inspiration came from Xiao Lin, and the originally severed arm was intact as before.

With a wave of Xiao Lin's sleeves, the Jiangshan chessboard in the void immediately shone brightly, and a blue-green light enveloped Xiao Lin. With a slight flicker, it disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Lin had just moved thousands of miles away through the Jiangshan chessboard. He was dozens of feet away from where he originally stood. In a flash of golden light, Monk Wuxiang appeared in mid-air with a gloomy face.

He stared at the place where Xiao Lin disappeared, with an extremely shocked and angry expression on his face.

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