Guarding the Sutra Pavilion for a hundred years, investing in the destiny villain

"This is!"

"Have you given up?"

The saint of the Immortal Sect stood indifferently in the sky, looking at the twilight old man with his eyes closed, and could clearly feel that his life essence was disappearing and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his appearance was also rapidly withering.

60 is old.

70 is old.

80 is old.

90 is old.

In the blink of an eye.

Xia Yang of the Donglin Sect seemed to be an old man who would be buried at any time, and the two of them stood not far away with cold and handsome faces, looking down ruthlessly without disturbing him. It would be a good thing for them if Xia Yang died right now, and there was no need to If you provoke him at this juncture, who knows if a near-death blow will occur.

"senior!"

Chu Xun murmured silently, looking at the old man who could no longer hold up his dark metal armor, with his stooped waist, withered white hair, and wrinkled and furrowed cheeks. At this moment, he really looked like the old man who was in ruins. A gust of wind blew by, and he would fall down at any time, but he felt an indescribable terrifying explosion, accumulated in the old man's body.

"cut!"

Xia Yang, the saint of Donglin Sect, suddenly opened his eyes. At this moment, his body suddenly erupted with overwhelming vitality, like the Phoenix Nirvana, more like the resurrected true self. At this moment, he burst out with unparalleled powerful vitality.

"Donglin Sect!"

"The secret technique of Zhenzong!"

"Donghuang Bell!"

"Boom!"

between heaven and earth.

Suddenly a huge divine bell appeared, shrouding the sky, covering hundreds of miles in radius, turning this place into a huge world inside the bell.

A flash of horror flashed in the eyes of the saint of the Zhenwu Sect, and he said in shock: "How is it possible? How can you still release the secret skill of Donghuang Zhong when you are so weak?"

The Zhenwu Dharma Image was summoned by him again, and the majestic giant held up the sky with both hands. However, the divine bell only slowly washed away, and a ripple spread out from within.

collapse!

Click!

Click!

The raised hands were cracked.

Spreads from wrist to arm.

Shoulder.

upper body.

And all this only took a short moment.

The saint of the Immortal Sect also showed horror in his eyes. At the moment when the saint of the Zhenwu Sect summoned the Dharma to delay, he also released the unique skill of the Immortal Sect and invited an immortal god to use his supreme supernatural power to stretch his arms to support the big bell that was about to be pressed down.

"swing!"

The sound of bells washes away.

Another ring.

"puff!"

Zhenwufaxiang is also good.

Immortal gods and immortals.

All cracked.

Xia Yang, the saint of the Donglin Sect, also has wilted and gray hair, but there is a hearty and awe-inspiring smile in the corners of his eyes. This is his unique skill, and it is also the understanding he gained from a brief epiphany. He took the Donghuang Bell one step further, This kind of power is enough to kill any saint, and even if the two of them join forces, they will have to pay a heavy price.

"puff!"

"puff!"

The big bell washes away slowly.

Suddenly covered.

"Oh!"

The entire sea level sank hundreds of feet, forming a terrifying deep ravine. The surrounding water poured in crazily. From a distance, it looked like a big bell covering this place.

Old Tianji, who saw this scene through the Tianji Disk of the Tianji Sect, was shaken. He stood up from sitting cross-legged and exclaimed in horror: "How is that possible!"

Saint of Shenxing Sect.

Saint of the Goddess Sect.

These saints watching the battle through the secret treasure were all in a state of shock, staring intently at the huge divine bell, which fell from the sky and enveloped hundreds of miles, covering the two saints without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

"It's over!"

The old saint of the Goddess Sect was holding a cane, and her wrinkled cheeks were filled with shock. She knew that under this big bell, even the strongest two saints in the Eastern Region would have to pay a heavy price with their blood.

"Sure enough, the earlier epiphany was not a simple one." The saint from the Shenxing Sect also murmured softly, with a complex look on his face. He never thought that an old man who was about to die could force the two of them to be like this.

"Boom!"

"Dong dong dong~!"

The bells trembled.

It seemed as if there was something fierce inside that was breaking free, and Xia Yang's eyes were also filled with a little loss. In an ideal state, the big bell would try its best to suppress it, and it would be best if it could kill one of them. Unfortunately, these two are too strong, especially The two of them joined forces, no longer caring about others in a life-and-death crisis, and tried their best to take action.

Bang~!

The bells trembled.

A fist mark is dented.

This is the fist of the Donglin Sect Saint.

"boom!"

A sharp crash.

A gunshot mark was revealed.

This is the spear of the Immortal Sect Saint.

"Refining!" Xia Yang clasped his hands together, and the huge Donghuang Bell continued to shrink, and the pressure within it doubled and doubled.

"Roar~!"

A ferocious roar.

Like a wild beast roaring.

The battle of trapped beasts.

Even the Second Saint smelled the breath of death.

"kill!"

They tried their best to blast away.

Shake on the big clock.

Trembling.

The ripples wash away.

"puff!"

"puff!"

Thousand-foot-high waves hit the sky one after another, sparkling with dazzling luster and water droplets. Fortunately, there were no practitioners in this corner of the seashore. I don’t know how many people would suffer.

"Crack!"

'Kaka! "

Gradually, as a crack spread on the East Phoenix Bell, the rotten aura on Xia Yang's body became stronger. He glanced at Chu Xun behind him, and resolutely clapped his palm to shake the East Phoenix Bell.

"block!"

Terrible sound waves.

at the same time.

The Donghuang Bell suddenly shattered.

Two bloody figures emerged from it, but neither the Immortal Sect Saint Mu Hong nor the Zhenwu Sect Saint was as aloof as before. Everyone was stained with blood, their faces were pale and wilted, and their pupils showed anger and Chi Guoguo's killing intent. Because of their carelessness, they almost died and the boat capsized in the gutter.

"Old man, you deserve to die!" A burning murderous intent erupted on the face of the Immortal Dao Sect saint. He almost died just now. If it weren't for the Zhenwu Sect saint who was with him in the East Phoenix Bell, he would have capsized.

After the saint of the Zhenwu Sect blurted out, he suddenly retreated hundreds of miles, standing far away in the sky, fearful and frightened, and almost died. The Donghuang Bell shrank by an inch, and the multiplied pressure that erupted almost crushed him. Even so, she encountered an unprecedented situation in bed. All her internal organs were shattered and she needed urgent retreat for repair.

"Humph!"

The saint of the Immortal Dao Sect naturally paid attention to the latter's behavior. Normally, as long as he escaped with the saint of the Zhenwu Sect, Xia Yang's broken body would not be able to survive the storm. He did not even have the strength to kill the Immortal Dao Sect, but he had just eaten a big Unfortunately, the fire in his heart was strong, so he was willing to give up, and said with boiling murderous intent: "Xia Yang, die!"

boom!

however.

He hasn't done anything yet.

Then there was a monstrous sword light slashing over. It was a boiling sword river, vast and vast, stretching for hundreds of miles, as if bursting out from the Donglin Sect. There were hundreds of millions of countless water droplets, and every drop of water dropped. They all contain a sword energy, and the gathering of billions of sword energy actually explodes into a blow that is not weaker than a saint.

"Who?"

The head of the Immortal Dao Sect was trembling violently.

I never thought there would be a sneak attack.

"Chu Xun!"

The saint of Zhenwu Sect also paid attention to this sword, and was stunned when he found the hand of the person who used this sword. Although he had a burning murderous intention towards Chu Xun, he never put this junior in his eyes from the beginning, even if He had just fought against Xia Yang and never paid much attention to him.

Not to mention that Chu Xun was neglected for 60 years.

Even if it is not abandoned.

Fear is not as good as their discernment.

Who knows.

This monstrous sword light was cut out from his hand, and Chu Xun, who was standing in the distance watching the battle, was holding the ivy sword in his hand, his eyes were cold and sharp. He had earlier informed Donglin Sect Saint Xia Yang about his spiritual consciousness. , he has a sword.

present.

This sword.

Cut it out.