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

"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.

Sixty years old.

Seventy years old.

Eighty years old.

Ninety years old.

In the blink of an eye.

Xia Yang of 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 Phase was summoned by him again. 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.

"Bang!"

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 Sect, was shaken. He stood up from sitting cross-legged and exclaimed in shock: "How is this 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 something fierce was breaking free inside, 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 inside it doubled and doubled within an inch.

"Ho~!"

A ferocious roar.

Like a wild beast roaring.

The fight between 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, shining 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.

"Click!"

‘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 blood-soaked figures rushed out, but neither the Saint Mu Hong of Xiandao Sect nor the Saint Zhenwu Sect was as high and mighty as before. Each of them was covered in blood, with pale and sluggish faces, and anger and naked murderous intent in their pupils. Just because of the moment of negligence, they almost died and capsized in the gutter.

"Old man, you really deserve to die!" The Saint of Xiandao Sect burst into a fierce murderous intent on his face. Just now he almost died. If it weren't for the Saint Zhenwu Sect in the Donghuang Bell, he would have capsized in the gutter.

After the Saint Zhenwu Sect blurted out, his figure suddenly retreated hundreds of miles and stood far away in the sky, fearful and frightened. He almost died. The Donghuang Bell shrank an inch, and the multiple pressure that erupted almost crushed him into powder. Even so, he encountered an unprecedented bed, and his five internal organs were shattered, and he needed to close himself in seclusion to repair them urgently.

"Hmph!"

The saint of Xiandao Sect naturally noticed the latter's behavior. Normally, as long as he followed the saint of Zhenwu Sect to escape, Xia Yang's body would not be able to cause any trouble, and he didn't even have the strength to kill Xiandao Sect. But he had just suffered a big loss, and his anger was boiling. He was not willing to stop, and said with murderous aura: "Xia Yang, die!"

Boom!

However.

Before he made a move.

A raging sword light slashed over. It was a boiling sword river, mighty and mighty, stretching for hundreds of miles as if it burst out from Donglin Sect. There were countless water drops, enough for billions, and each drop contained a sword energy. The gathering of billions of sword energy actually burst out a blow that was not weaker than the saint.

"Who?"

The leader of Xiandao Sect was trembling.

He never thought that there would be a sneak attack.

"Chu Xun!"

The saint of Zhenwu Sect also noticed this sword. When he found the person who used this sword, he was stunned. Although he had a strong killing intention towards Chu Xun, he never took this junior into his eyes from the beginning to the end. Even when he just fought with Xia Yang, he never paid more attention to him.

Not to mention that Chu Xun had been idle for sixty years.

Even if he hadn't been idle.

I'm afraid he was not as good as their eyes.

Who knows.

This raging sword light was cut out from his hand, and Chu Xun, who was standing in the distance watching the battle, was holding the Qingteng Sword in his hand, with a cold and sharp look in his eyes. Earlier, he had told Xia Yang, the saint of Donglin Sect, that he had a sword.

At that moment.

This sword.

He cut out.