You can even be distracted, control the Soul-Eating Bell, and attack Xiang Nan Sheng from behind.

"Bang bang."

Twelve soul-eating bells struck Nan Sheng one after another.

With every impact, the bell would swallow up part of his holy soul.

Nan Sheng vomited blood, screamed miserably, and fell from the Talisman Pillar. He could no longer control the Talisman.

Without the mental power to activate it, the power of the divine talisman dropped sharply. Zhang Ruochen used the Tai Chi mark to suppress it and put it into his hand. It was a black jade talisman, only three inches long.

I don’t know if it’s because it has been used, but there are some cracks on the jade talisman.

"What a powerful talisman. Fortunately... there is a powerful master who can still protect me even if he has been dead for a hundred thousand years."

But not just anyone can refine the Buddha's relics.

The remaining spiritual will in the Buddha's relics cannot be refined by ordinary true gods, but it will easily cause backlash.

However, Zhang Ruochen is the descendant of Saint Monk Xumi.

The spiritual will contained in the Buddha's relics will naturally not reject him.

Zhang Ruochen touched his hot chest, looked down at the brilliant golden light in the center of his ribs, and saw densely packed Buddhist inscriptions that appeared and disappeared.

The moment the Buddha's relics were integrated into his body, Zhang Ruochen's mental strength increased several times, crossing three levels in a row and reaching the peak of the seventieth level.

The strange thing is that without the death threat from the talisman, the mental power stopped growing.

"Does it take an attack to release the power of the Buddha's relics?"

Zhang Ruochen looked at Nan Sheng, who was lying on the ground with cold eyes and unwillingness on his face, and said, "Get up and hit me."

Nan Sheng's holy soul was devoured too much, his back was bruised by the Soul-Eating Bell, and his internal organs were shattered. He didn't even have the strength to stand up. Hearing Zhang Ruochen's humiliating words, he yelled: "Sir

It can be killed but not humiliated."

"Pfft!"

Shen Yuan's ancient sword fell from the sky, carrying the soul of the heavenly sword, penetrated his body and nailed him to the ground.

The Heavenly Sword Soul completely destroyed the Holy Soul in his body, the Holy Heart was pierced, and most of his mental power and thoughts were cut off by the sword energy.

Zhang Ruochen saw that he was like self-destructing the Holy Source, so naturally he wouldn't give him that chance.

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Chapter completed!