Chapter 25: Golden Bell

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After a few breaths, all the fists in the sky were cut by the long sword, and even the body of the killing king's fist was cut out of two cracks.

Situ Kong spewed out another mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale. He almost fell to the ground. The three people behind him were even more unbearable. They sat on the ground together and were so angry.

The four people worked together to beat the true qi into the magic weapon, and Situ Kong also sacrificed the blood. In a short time, he stimulated the magic weapon to make it furious and improve its power. However, the quality of the sword in the other party's hand is still above the killing king's fist, and the power is even more powerful. The magic weapon is broken. It is suddenly devoured by the vitality, and the yuan god has been severely damaged.

There is no one else on the Huangshaling. The group of thieves died and fled. Hua Changfeng's true spirit was consumed too much. He was saved by the disciples of the Three Holy Sect and had long been far away.

The woman raised her bare hands gently, and the long sword drew a circle in mid-air. The sound of thunder rose again and cut to Situ Kong again.

The three bandits behind Situ Kong fell to the ground and didn't know whether to live or die. His whole body was so angry that he couldn't even move. He took a hard look at the cave behind him. The cave was still silent. I'm afraid that the man refused to come out.

Seeing that the front sword was hanging in the air, it was about to fall, and the force surged up. For a moment, he was fierce, his eyes were wide open, and he shouted angrily at the woman.

The woman didn't hear it. With a delicate scolding, the sword spirit fell.

"What a hot trick for a little girl." A peaceful voice came from the cave behind Situ Kong. A pure true air spewed out and turned into a firebird, dispersing the sword spirit.

"Old turtle, are you finally willing to appear?" The woman said secretly, but her expression remained unchanged, like an ancient well, but she was on guard in the dark.

An old man in his sixties came out of the cave. His beard was white, his face was ruddy, and he was dressed in Taoist clothes. He stepped into the void and walked out of the mountain step by step, just like a Taoist master who entered the mountain to practice, floating out of the dust.

"The reincarnation of heaven, everything is impermanent. Isn't it too hurtful for a girl to do this?" The old man said, and his expression could not be seen with joy or anger.

"Wei Wuchen, don't put on a gloomy look. If you dare to take something from the ancient tomb of Cangshan under the eyes of our Shinto sect, you will have the consciousness of being hunted down."

"Are you from Shintoism?" There was some panic in the old man's eyes, but he instantly replied to Qingming: "I didn't expect that the Shinto sect had chased me for more than half a year and let you, a little girl, find here."

"What's so difficult about this? Things are gathered together, and there are a nest of bandits. If you didn't help me in those years, how did Situkong escape the siege of the Jiuhua faction? What's more, with his useless qualifications, if without your guidance, help him open the gateway of life and death, how can he reverse life and enter the realm of breaking martial arts?" The woman said coldly: "My Shinto sect is all over the world, and there are not many places for you to hide."

Wei Wuchen laughed wildly: "What about the Shinto Sect? What the people in the world get, not what your family does?"

"Well said," the woman shouted, "Those who have virtue in the world naturally get it. It depends on whether the fist is hard enough."

Nine spiritual snakes were entangled together and turned into a python. The blood opened and rushed to the place.

"Good luck!"

Wei Wuchen's robe swayed, and the man jumped out of the cave. He waved his hands and patted dozens of palms one after another. The palm wind was superimposed in one place, turning into huge cyan fingerprints and grabbed the python.

The python circled around the palm of his hand and circled down. Where the true qi intersects, it made a sound of bang, as if a cold water dripping into the oil pan.

In terms of martial arts, Wei Wuchen is higher than that woman, but in terms of true spirit and purity, the two are comparable. What the woman wins is the long sword of good quality magic weapon in her hand.

A long sword flipped and moved in the air. Although Wei Wuchen was against the enemy empty-handed, he did not fall behind for a while. Although the battle between martial arts saints can't be said to be useless, it can't help much.

Wei Wuchen was cautious by nature. When the woman attacked Huangshaling, he already knew it, but he acted cautiously and did not go out immediately. Instead, he asked Situ Kong to try the other party's jin first. Seeing that the other party was just a junior martial saint, but the quality of the long sword in his hand was high, just pay attention to the other party's sword.

But as soon as the two sides got together, they found that the other party was not easy to deal with. The spirit was pure, and there was a faint image of a dragon.

The image of the dragon is the great success of the martial saint. The true qi is born. It is cultivated to the highest level. There is the phase of the dragon. Further, it is the realm of the soul. The little girl is just a junior martial saint. How can there be the image of the dragon now?

The more Wei Wuchen fought, the more he wanted to catch the other party alive and explore the secret of the other party's true qi and gong. Now he already knows who the other party is. At such a young age, he has such skills, and his talent is excellent. He must be Wu Yixue, the first talented disciple of the Shinto sect in this generation.

Wu Yixue is also more and more frightened. The information she gets from the master is that the other party is just a clan's habitual thief. Although he looks like a fairy, he is a timid guy. His martial arts cultivation pays attention to the training of his mind, and his heart is not good. If he is killed, he will retreat. How can he become a martial arts master, but the other party's cultivation has actually reached martial arts. In the middle of the Holy Period, if there is no restraint of the soul sword in your hand, you may have been defeated.

Her skills were not as good as the other party. After a long battle, Wu Yixue bit her silver teeth and swept her ears with her left hand. A small earring fell into the palm, surrounded by true air, and a cold sword spirit rose to the sky.

"What is this?" Wei Wuchen was shocked, and then his face changed greatly, "The best magic weapon!"

It is one of the three treasures of the Shinto sect - the Netherworld Thunder Sword. No one would have thought that a best magic weapon was just one of her earrings.

This sword is extremely poisonous, and even Wu Yixue does not dare to use it more. The last time she used it against Mr. Shen was the first time. Although Mr. Shen was hit and fled, the thunder fell into the body in only two days, but Wu Yixue was not uncomfortable. Her own skills were not enough to restrain the thunder, and she was also injured by the thunder. After more than ten days of recuperation to drive out the yin. Poison. So I dare not use it easily anymore.

"The heart of the underworld is broken, and the thunder is alone!"

A chill from the depths of Jiuyou spread all over the peaks, and the sad soul cry penetrated into people's bone marrow, and even the disciples of the Sansheng Sect who were hiding a few miles away felt creepy.

The rolling thunder is attached to the sword light. Wherever it passes, everything loses its vitality. Wei Wuchen naturally knows that it is powerful, and his figure moves, trying to escape from the area covered by the sword light.

It's not easy to talk about it. The best spiritual weapon, even the master of the divine soul realm has to retreat. Wei Wuchen has obviously used his master's ability. His figure is shaky and split into a split. It is the void that Wu Youdao has used, but compared with Wu Youdao's body method, it is not the same. I don't know how many times faster, and dozens of shadows flash. After that, I couldn't see the direction of escape.

Wu Yixue did not move, her fingers turned sharply, and the sword light swept away. In a moment, dozens of shadows disappeared. Wei Wuchen's real body appeared, holding his left arm, gasping for breath. The sword gas had swept into his left arm, and the thunder entered his body. One arm was cold and numb, which was already useless. Dropped.

Wu Yixue was also not comfortable. Her face was covered with sweat, and her palms were slightly black. She stared at Wei Wuchen coldly. She secretly adjusted her true qi. She turned her palm and stood up on her index finger. A gloomy essence circled on her fingers. The cold light flashed, and the sword spirit became three, which sealed Wei Wuchen's left and right.

"Bad girl, I really want to die." Seeing that there was no way to escape, how could Wei Wuchen wait for death?

I don't know if that treasure can save my life. At present, there is no way to resist the sword spirit of the other party. Wei Wuchen put his hand in his arms and took out a small clock. This small clock is from the ancient tomb of Cangshan. It is an ancient treasure. Since he arrived, he has been hiding in the cave behind Huangshaling and thinking about this strange The secret of the treasure, if it hadn't been for the woman who killed all the thieves, he wouldn't have come out.

For a few months, he sent Situ Kong to kill a lot of people, and even slaughtered all the people in a town of Heifeng Town, nourishing and sacrificing with the blood of tens of thousands of thousands of people, but he always felt that he was not confused, unable to use it freely, and did not dare to use it lightly. However, this clock is extremely hard and should be able to block the blow of the best spiritual weapon.

I don't know whether this treasure can ask for help or death. Wei Wuchen was in a hurry and poured all the remaining true qi on his body into the small clock.

The small clock became bigger in an instant, rising to more than one person's height. The golden light flowed, and Wei Wuchen's figure turned around and hid behind the clock.

The dark thunder sword spirit came in an instant, and three sword spirits hit the clock together.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

Three sounds, scattered from the bell body, swinging in all directions, the heaven and the earth are disintegrated, desolate and simple, like a battlefield where millions of people are killed, and like a tsunami landslides, hurricanes, sound waves echo, and a circle of sound wave oscillating ripples around with the power of heaven and earth.

For a moment, everyone was shocked by the huge bell. Even if their cultivation was as high as Wu Yixue, they could not withstand the shock of sound waves. The blood in their mouths sprayed wildly, and they could no longer stabilize their bodies and fell to the ground.

Although Shen Chong and other disciples of the Three Holy Sects are far away, the afterglow of the bell is not what they can bear, and Qi Qi fainted.

At the moment when Shen Chong fainted, a blue light rushed out of his arms and surrounded him. A cool breath came into his mind. He was refreshed and he suddenly woke up.

He looked at the people around him and knew that they just fainted and felt relieved.

He touched his arms and took out a small seal. It was the small seal obtained from the mighty dart team. The size of the small seal's fist was emitting a soft blue light, and it saved me. What kind of seal is this?

Since the last time Fang Qingyin shot down Bi Lingzhu and saved his life, he knew that this treasure was by no means unusual, but he had never found its real use.

Turning his head to the top of the mountain, the bell on the peak has not yet dissipated, and the lingering sound echoes between the valleys. The small clock actually blocked the underworld thunder sword, and it must also be an extremely spiritual magic weapon, and may even be a magic weapon.

The quality of the magic weapon is far beyond that of the magic weapon. It is said that even a strong person with the cultivation of the divine soul may not be able to have it. There are several magic weapons in the whole land of Shenzhou.