Chapter 180 The Three Holy Places Gather to Seize the Poor Monk's Holy Medicine?

"hehe……"

Luo Tiange looked at the giant sword covering the sky, without any fear.

"call……"

With a wave of his right hand, all the cultivators standing behind him flew upside down, away from the center of the battle.

Luo Tiange sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting words.

"Well..."

A lot of immemorial Sanskrit sounds spit out from his mouth.

Every time a word is uttered, hundreds of millions of golden Sanskrit characters fly out, covering nine heavens and ten places.

These Sanskrit words quickly penetrated into Luo Tiange's body.

His physical body swelled rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, an ancient giant Buddha covering the world was formed.

The vast power radiated from him, changing the whole world and sublimating everyone's soul.

It is completely an ancient Buddha, with the power to control the world.

"Hmph, you're putting on airs, you're overthinking yourself!"

Ye Wenchen snorted coldly, and quickly aimed at Luo Tiange with the huge sword in his hand.

"Ding……"

There was a metallic screech.

The giant sword was lightly gripped by Luo Tiange's two fingers, and Ye Wenchen couldn't control the long sword even though Ye Wenchen tried his best.

"Boom..."

Luo Tiange squeezed lightly with two fingers.

The gigantic sword that enveloped the heavens and the earth burst open, exploded into countless rays of light and shadows, and disappeared.

"flutter……"

Responding to the force of the reaction, Ye Wenchen spurted out a mouthful of blood.

There was a look of incomparable horror on his face.

Looking at Luo Tiange is like looking at an ancient supreme being, and I can't feel the slightest reaction in my heart.

At the moment when he was stunned, a big hand covering the sky reached down from the sky and came straight to Ye Wenchen.

"Do not!"

"Great Elder, Sect Master, help!"

Ye Wenchen let out a loud roar.

After this, ripples suddenly appeared in the sky.

A series of figures came stepping from the void.

However, there is no time.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Wenchen was grabbed by the big hand that covered the sky, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

"Presumptuous, bold!"

Several shouts of anger rang out.

Dozens of figures stood in front of Luo Tiange.

There are two people in the lead, one is an old man with white beard.

Holding a scepter in his hand, he bowed his waist, looking like an old man on the verge of death.

However, the power contained in his body is so surging that it seems to be able to destroy the world.

He is the great elder who aspires to the top of Jianmen—Jianpo Kyushu.

Beside him, stood a middle-aged man.

This person is the master of the Sword Sect, Zan Jian.

Behind them, there are dozens of elders who have aspired to the sword gate.

Every elder has reached the realm of a god king.

The horrible breath, continuous together, seems to drown the world.

"Oh... my God, the Lord of the Sword Gate is here in person!"

"Beside him, it seems to be the Great Elder of Jianmen, Sword Breaking Kyushu!"

"God, I can see such a big man here, I'm dreaming!"

The moment the two appeared, they immediately caused exclamations from all around them.

Everyone looked at Burial Sword and Sword Breaking Kyushu, their faces were full of admiration.

Burying Sword ignored these gazes at all.

He looked at Luo Tiange as if he were looking at a commoner.

"Sanzang, you cannot swallow so many holy medicines alone!"

"I don't make it difficult for you, you can get a root of ten thousand poisons, and let us share the rest!"

"Also, hand over Jian Wenchen!"

Zan Jian said lightly, as if he had said something insignificant.

Although the words were not big, they clearly reached everyone's ears.

Not long after leaving the burial sword, Jian Aotian stood there, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Afterwards, he breathed a long sigh of relief, secretly thinking that it was dangerous.

"I knew that Jian Wenchen dared to be so arrogant, so there was someone behind him to back him up!"

"Unexpectedly, the sect master and the great elder have come here. It seems that the holy medicine is bound to be obtained!"

"Fortunately, I made a wise decision!"

Jian Aotian muttered to himself, with a smug look on the corner of his mouth.

Luo Tiange looked at the buried sword, but didn't speak.

"And you, stand up, or be obliterated by this seat!"

Zun Jian looked at the cultivators behind Luo Tiange and said.

A terrifying aura, followed by this voice, swept over everyone.

this moment.

Everyone seemed to be in the cold winter, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"Master Sanzang, I'm sorry!"

Immediately, a cultivator fled from behind Luo Tiange and stood behind Zunjian.

Even the Patriarch Wandu stood up and bowed deeply to Luo Tiange, "I'm sorry, Master Sanzang, I don't regret dying alone, but my Wandu Sect has tens of thousands of children, so nothing can happen to them!"

After finishing speaking, Patriarch Wandu left quickly.

Regarding the reactions of these people, Luo Tiange did not stop them.

Soon, behind Luo Tiange, there were only a few thousand people left.

These people leaned back behind Luo Tiange, showing a look of determination.

"Even if we die, it is impossible to betray Master Sanzang!"

"Just die. The path of a cultivator is extremely dangerous. If you are threatened by others, you will surrender. How about cultivating with a hammer?"

"A group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"That is, what about Master Sanzang as promised? What about the face?"

These cultivators pointed at the hundreds of thousands of cultivators who fled and cursed loudly.

Every sound was like a silver needle piercing into their chests, causing endless pain.

"Those who know the current affairs are heroes, stubborn people like you will surely die!"

"That is, since ancient times, history has been written by the victors!"

Some of these people responded loudly.

The whole scene became a scolding.

Buried Jian raised his right hand, and everyone immediately shut up without speaking.

All eyes were on Luo Tiange, waiting for his response.

The corner of Luo Tiange's mouth raised.

"It seems that you have all made a choice!"

He glanced at the void, and smiled coldly, "Everyone from the Black Dragon School and the Pavilion of Nirvana, why don't you show up when you're here?"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar all around.

"What? There are still people in the void? Could it be that people from the Black Dragon Sect are also here?"

"It looks like it is, even the people from Ji Mie Pavilion have arrived!"

"Now, the three holy places are all here!"

Everyone looked at the void together, their eyes motionless.

Not long after Luo Tiange finished speaking.

"Om..."

Above the void, layers of transparent ripples shook.

A series of figures appeared in the sky in unison.

The two parties quickly gathered together.

On one side, all were dressed in black robes, and each had a black dragon symbol embroidered on them.

These people are all women, and the leader is even more beautiful, like a fairy descending from the earth.

That unconstrained temperament makes people full of admiration.

She is the current patriarch of the Black Dragon School - Mo Wanjun.

All the people she brought had reached the realm of God Kings.

On the other side, there are a group of men and women in different costumes.

This group of people are all from the Nirvana Pavilion.

The leader is Yun Xiang, who is currently the Great Elder of the Nirvana Pavilion.

"Oh, it's not easy for the two suzerains to come in person!"

"It's not like us, the pavilion master travels all over the world without a trace!"

Yun Xiang stepped forward, showing a cynical look.

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