Boom! The thunder that resounded through the world illuminated the sky in an instant.

This fierce battle lasted for two days and two nights, and no one knew how many thunders had echoed.

With Chanlin Temple as the center, within a radius of three hundred miles, it has long become a paradise of darkness.

The dark clouds were like canopys, covering the sky, and thunders were wandering among the dark clouds, like living creatures.

The deeper the darker it gets. When it reaches Chanlin Temple, it is a dark forbidden area, and you can't see your five fingers.

Only when the sky thunderstorm thunders will there be a moment of lightning illuminating the universe.

Lin Xuan's method of covering the sky and the sun has to be said to have a huge impact on ordinary believers.

Previously, the little monk Miaoxuan had hit Lin Xuan with all his methods, and sacrificed magic weapons such as Buddha bones and relics, which were both great wisdom and immortal golden body.

The successive methods were seen by the majority of believers, which invisibly increased the believers' respect and belief in the little monk Miaoxuan, making him stronger when he met the strong.

Lin Xuan stood opposite to the little monk Miaoxuan, and undoubtedly became a character that made his reputation reach an unprecedented peak and fueled the fire.

The little monk Miaoxuan knew this, and Lin Xuan also knew this.

Lin Xuan was even more worried. Because Bai Nuan and Miao Xuan fought for a battle, their magic power was exhausted and they could no longer compete with him.

Without Bai Nuan's great help, two women Shen Qiqi and Qingrong were present; if Miao Xuan sounded to attack the east and threatened the lives of these three women to restrain Lin Xuan, it would inevitably make him be afraid of the mouse and dare not give up.

In this way, it would be like being bound with your hands and being slaughtered.

The little monk Miaoxuan will also reach an unprecedented level of faith and reputation because he defeated a powerful "Shura Demon" like Lin Xuan.

With his great wisdom, it is probably impossible for this little monk to make another breakthrough in a very short time! Lin Xuan is just a great perfection of the Ninth Level of the Nascent Soul Realm, and he has felt a little difficult to deal with the little monk Miaoxuan who is at the fourth level of the Out-of-body Realm.

Relying on the divine power of the Forefacial Thunder Pearl, only the little monk's hands can get a good advantage. If the little monk's power increases, Lin Xuan will probably find it difficult to compete with him! This kind of thing also prompted Lin Xuan to not hesitate, consume a full third of his magic power, and use the supreme magical power of the Forefacial Thunder Pearl! Under such a powerful attack, the little monk Miaoxuan had no time to care about except how to fight.

But the facts proved that Lin Xuan's choice was correct. As soon as the thunder sword came out, he directly broke the Buddha bone relics beads of the little monk Miaoxuan.

Although the little monk Miaoxuan wanted to use the Buddha's light to shine on the dark clouds, his idea was quite clever and he was almost successful.

Those believers saw Miao Xuan in the dark clouds, passing through thunder and thunder, and their golden body was immortal, and their faith became more and more crazy.

But how could Lin Xuan let him succeed?

He used the formless thunder bead as a guide to attract the heavenly thunder, completely swallowing the figure of the little monk Miaoxuan into the dark clouds.

The sky covered by ink-like dark clouds has no changes in the night and day, and no one knows how much time has passed.

Only people in the unexpected areas of Wuyun know that it has been two days and two nights since Master Miaoxuan was swallowed by Wuyun and thunder.

It is now the third day, and the dark clouds have not dissipated. Only thunder flashes by, illuminating the projection of Master Miaoxuan and the thunder sword.

No one knows what is going on in the dark clouds.

It is precisely this worry and concern that has shaken the hearts of countless believers.

Without devout praying and singing about Buddha, the little monk Miaoxuan lost the continuous power of faith, which further caused him to decline.

Of course, these are all unknown to outsiders, but undoubtedly, Lin Xuan's methods and strategies have completely overwhelmed Miaoxuan.

In the light of thunder, the Thousand-Muji thunder sword was almost exhausted, and many believers were regaining their spirits, only saying that Master Miaoxuan was about to win.

"Look, Master Miaoxuan's projection in the thunder clouds has cut off the thunder sword, leaving only less than one-tenth of the previous power!"

"Justice will be victorious, and evil will be destroyed. When the thunder sword disappears, it is the moment when Shura goes to hell."

"How can I help Master Miaoxuan, Immortal and Immortal and Immortal and Immortal World, Immortal and Immortal and Immortal, and Immortal and Immortal, and Immortal and Immortal? "

"Amitabha..." The believers recited the Buddha's name and restored their faith, especially the silhouettes in the thunder clouds, which had reached their end.

Every believer's heart is filled with light, as if in the next second, the dark cloud will be illuminated by the golden light in the sky, and the Buddha's light shines on the earth.

But no one knew that in the thunder clouds, although the power of the Thousand-Mujiuan Sword had ended, the same little monk Miaoxuan, who had an immortal golden body, had already been covered with cracks.

The Qianjun Thunder Sword has such a powerful method, even if the little monk Miaoxuan uses his immortal golden body, he cannot compete with it.

Although the golden body is strong, it consumes the power of faith, and it consumes huge amounts under the collision of the thunder sword.

Even though the little monk Miaoxuan has gained the faith of these millions of believers and is powerful, he seems to be in a difficult situation in the face of the power of the Thunder Sword.

Not to mention, Lin Xuan's various methods caused the faith power of his millions of believers to be cut off for two days and two nights.

This is almost fatal to the little monk Miaoxuan. Without the connection and belief of millions of believers, the only remaining power of faith in his body was quickly consumed.

The power of the thunder sword is being consumed, and the power of the little monk Miaoxuan is also being consumed, but in the end, the thunder sword is too strong.

On the third day, the little monk Miaoxuan had reached the point where the oil was exhausted, but the thunder sword still had fatal power.

"Lin Xuan, I didn't expect that you have such a method. If you really don't have a good time for three days, you should look at him with admiration."

The golden body has not yet been broken, and even the power of faith has filled the body of the little monk Miaoxuan again, but Lin Xuan knew that the golden body has been broken.

It's like a mirror that was thrown to the ground. Even if it is glued together, the mirror can no longer be reunited.

The cracks on the body of gold are the best evidence. The power of faith is once again full of energy, and at best it is just glue that glues to the mirror.

The golden body has been broken.

The little monk Miaoxuan looked at Lin Xuan calmly. It was hard to imagine that when a person was defeated, there was no regret or anger in his eyes, but calmness.

Lin Xuan looked at the eyes of the little monk Miaoxuan and knew that if this little monk did not die, he would definitely be the overlord of the world in the future! "The monk who was chased by the monk in the world as if he was like a rat crossing the street by the Nascent Soul Realm of the world, now has such powerful abilities and means. Lin Xuan, you are indeed the first person who makes me feel so strange."

The little monk Miaoxuan nodded and said slowly, "The world is full of our generation. Once we enter the world for years, it is really a blessing for the little monk to be born in the same era as you."

Lin Xuan looked at him coldly, and even the old demon could not help but nod. This little monk Miaoxuan was indeed a master of personal strength.

"What are your last words? You can say them together, so that you can save yourself regrets."

When ordinary people heard Lin Xuan's words, they either became angry and rushed forward to fight to the death; or they were depressed and bowed their heads to accept their fate.

But when the little monk Miaoxuan heard this, he laughed instead.

He clasped his hands together and sat cross-legged in the void. The great wisdom behind him whirled gently, smiling brightly. "Does the donor Lin Xuan think the little monk will pass away here?"

"Do you think you can escape?"

Lin Xuan, who possesses the power of the creation, has seen the state of the little monk Miaoxuan at this time, and he has run out of energy.

Although he consumed one-third of his mana, he still had spare energy, not to mention that he still had martial arts methods.

How could this little monk Miaoxuan escape from his palm?

"There is no luck. The little monk shouldn't have died today, nor will he die here."

The little monk Miaoxuan said a clever move, and he slowly stood up. The mottled golden body cracks on his body were peeling off like cicada sheds at this moment.

The immortal golden body was completely broken! But this does not mean that the little monk Miaoxuan was surrendered. Although the Qianjun Thunder Sword only had the last tenth power, it was enough to take his life.

But the little monk Miaoxuan cleverly used the power of faith that he had just gathered, and truly used a trick to get rid of the shell! The peeling golden bodies did not fall, but still maintained the previous posture of the little monk Miaoxuan and turned into an empty shell!
Chapter completed!