Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Moreover, relatively speaking, the interior of the Donghuang Bell is actually the weakest place for the magical light, so it is the most suitable place to break through.

Yu Tianxuanhuang put one arm around Zhuge Canglan, and the other held against the Donghuang Bell, the scorching heat from his hands scalded his entire palm, and he didn't even blink his brows.

The purple light on the body gradually spread, and layers of phantoms, like rippling water, slowly spread, and the ripples that rippled in circles began to hit the Eastern Emperor Bell...

From the initial softness, it gradually became heavier and faster, with dense ripples and a large number...

thump -- thump -- thump --

The Donghuang Bell rang louder than the first sound. The huge bell swayed slightly from the beginning to trembling violently at the end.

The sound of the Eastern Emperor Bell gradually became louder, and those who were weak could no longer cover their ears, and fell to the ground, wailing and rolling.

After a while, the voice wanted to,

The ghost clan is a dark thing, and the Eastern Emperor Bell is its nemesis. Not long after, many ghost cultivators died convulsively, bleeding from their seven orifices...

The Green Nightmare Demon Lord and Huo Xuan ignored those dead ghost cultivators, all their experiences were concentrated on the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Qingyan looked calm on the surface, but Huo Xuan clenched his fists tightly, his teeth creaked, his canthus became more cracked, and the veins on his forehead twitched...

Ready to help Yu Tianxuanhuang outside at any time...

Qingyan pressed his hand: "Don't act rashly, see clearly before you speak...don't be a waste of help!"

At this moment, inside the Donghuang Bell, there was a blinding purple light, and it was impossible to tell which was light and which was human.

Zhuge Canglan heard the loud bang, even though Yutian Xuanhuang took good care of her, her eardrums still hurt...

She counted in her heart, and now she has counted to 59.

It was only forty strokes before she could open her eyes.

Zhuge Canglan prayed that when he counted to one hundred, the wind and snow would clear away and he would see the bright sunshine.

At this moment, the powerful magic power continuously circulating around Yutian Xuanhuang's body has almost solidified in the Donghuang Bell, and it is still rapidly strengthening and expanding...'

Yutian Xuanhuang's method was not clever, the Donghuang Bell was extremely strong, if it was aimed at a point and smashed hard, it would at most create a hole, not necessarily completely shatter it.

So, he chose—Nie Ma, if I can't break you, I'll just use my magic power to kill you...

There were already fine cracks on the left and right Donghuang bells, and they almost covered the whole body. In this case, if Yutian Xuanhuang exerted force inside, it is possible to split the bell body along the cracks.

But although the Donghuang Bell has been damaged, it is the number one artifact in ancient times after all. If you want to break the Donghuang Bell and get out, it is not easy to do it.

This is a game of life and death, a close-range fight.

Under the impact of the energy of the Donghuang Bell and his own powerful magic power, Yutian Xuanhuang's bones, blood vessels, and flesh seemed to be smashed into pieces, and he was in great pain.

His face was still calm, but his pale complexion and the cold sweat rolling down his forehead all showed how much pain he had endured.

"81, 82...eighty..." Zhuge Canglan only felt a heat on his neck when he counted to 83, as if a drop of hot liquid fell on his skin...

She was stunned...

Even when he thought of it, it might be sweat, because Yutian Xuanhuang didn't shed tears, and he didn't have the smell of blood, so it could only be sweat.

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