Son-in-law of Chenglong

Chapter 135 Qingyun, Huangshan, Dove

Although Fairy Tiansun felt distressed, she secretly rejoiced, thinking: "Fortunately, you have your own schemes, and you also drank the old lady's foot-washing water."

She rushed to a very high altitude in one breath and flew into a cloud of yellow clouds.

There is a large formation in the middle of the yellow cloud, Fairy Tiansun asked all the disciples to enter the formation, and put the shattered demonic primordial spirit into the center of the formation.

In the Jing River below, every time a person is killed or injured, a certain amount of mana will gather, be drawn by the formation, and flow into the demonic primordial spirit.

Fairy Tiansun's arrangement of backhands at such a high altitude has already surpassed the scope of the Jinghe domain, so Zhu Ying's water mirror technique cannot be seen.

Countless people have died, and these heretics can also see that as long as they are not within a hundred steps of the divine clock, the divine clock will not vibrate, and as long as it is not a creature, the divine clock will not start.

People have been using various spells and magic weapons from other sects to try to take away the Bell of the Falling Soul.

Everyone who can shake the Bell of Falling Soul will be bombarded by several people, or even a dozen people, who will cast spells and use magic weapons.

It's not that they are irrational, like Wang Chong, who only cruise around, and occasionally make a move, but it's not to collect the divine bell, but to snatch the killed evil cultivator, the fallen magic weapon, or the corpse.

Wang Chong also didn't like it, these magic weapons of the side sects just sat in the big formation and silently cultivated the green dragon.

Hundreds of escaping lights criss-crossed and fought ferociously for three or four hours. Suddenly, a tall scholar with a folding fan in his hand laughed loudly and shouted: "I see, so this treasure must be collected like this."

He shook the folding fan in his hand, and the surface of the fan shook open, and there were mountains and waters, the mountains and rivers were picturesque, and the magical landscape was painted, and the divine bell suddenly flew up, and plunged into the illusion of the scholar's folding fan.

It just so happens that the folding fan in the scholar's hand draws a mountain inside and a temple on the mountain. The divine clock fell into the temple, and it rang loudly and clearly, but it was blocked by the illusion of the folding fan, which did not affect the scholar's peace of mind. .

No one knew the origin of this scholar, but he was one of the only three among the hundreds of heretics, whose magic power exceeded ten heavenly circles. When he made a move at this time, he took the divine clock and shocked everyone.

Yuan Gang, Fairy Sun Sun and others shouted together: "No, someone took the divine bell."

Wang Chong was also very surprised, and secretly said: "This person should not be able to refine the Falling Soul Bell, after all, it is a treasure of the ancient Emperor Guangcheng. But he can use that folding fan to evolve a small world and restrain the power of the Falling Soul Bell. If he is right When attacking the enemy, he only needs to let go of the small circle inside the folding fan, and the sound of the bell can be heard to injure the enemy."

"This technique is so ingenious."

An old man in green robe laughed long and said: "Qingyunzi, you are a good means, but I want this divine bell, so let me keep it."

He flew out with a mouthful of sword light, blazing like electricity, and the golden light was dazzling.

The scholar Qing Yunzi waved the folding fan, but the falling soul bell restrains the soul soul, but it has no effect on the magic weapon. The vibration of the bell shocked several heretics around him to death, but he couldn't help it. The illusion of the folding fan itself blocks the flying sword for hundreds of feet.

Qing Yunzi let out a long roar, and shouted: "Swordsman of Huangshan Mountain, if you miss a move in chess, you should admit defeat. Being so reckless, you have lost your reputation."

The Huangshan swordsman made a move, and the heretics he gathered, including the Golden Gu Daoist and the Green Gu Immortal, the two newly recruited Gu cultivators, all cooperated with all their strength and killed Qing Yunzi quite embarrassingly.

Qingyunzi took the falling soul bell and wanted to run away, but he was entangled tightly by a flying sword from the Huangshan swordsman. He wanted to leave several times, but was stopped by the flying sword.

Qing Yunzi was forced to do nothing, he waved the folding fan in his hand, and the Lost Soul Bell flew out again. The Huangshan Swordsman immediately retracted his flying sword and went to intercept the divine bell. Spider silk, catch the falling soul clock.

An old woman with goosebumps all over her face and holding a cane gave a long drink: "The divine clock is more destined for old women."

A dozen or so monks made magic weapons and shot them directly. Granny Jiu threw away the crutches in her hand, and ten strange-shaped monsters flew out, entangled the magic weapons that were shot at, and the huge spider leaped vigorously, entangled the falling soul bell, and turned into a magic weapon. As the golden light left, Granny Jiu turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Tens of miles away, in a barren hill, Granny Jiu just showed up when she saw a scholar and laughed loudly: "How can you hide it from me?"

Granny Jiu threw away the crutches that she had painstakingly honed for hundreds of years to fend off pursuers from all walks of life. At this moment, she was frightened. She slapped her waist and sent the last demon dragon flying out.

The monsters refined by Granny Jiu's lineage are not real beasts, but concentrated mana, which can be used to fight, not inferior to flying swords.

Qing Yunzi folded his fan and took the demon dragon away, and said with a smile: "It so happens that my magic weapon is best at restraining your spell."

Grandma Jiu summoned her several times, but she couldn't sense the demon dragon. She panicked and stretched out her hand to point. The huge spider suddenly appeared, opened its huge web, and threw the falling soul bell down, and then sprayed out at Qing Yunzi. wire mesh.

Qing Yunzi didn't dare to touch the silk web of such a highly poisonous thing. Although he could use the folding fan to contain the giant spider, he was afraid that this thing would destroy the illusion inside the folding fan.

The two sides were fighting, and the giant claws fell from the sky all the time, pinched the giant spider, smiled coquettishly, and shouted: "This little thing is so rare, it is actually a strange species, I will take it first."

The demon primordial spirit manipulated by Tiansun Fairy directly swallowed the giant spider into his mouth, the demonic power was blazing, and the two turbid magic powers attacked the two of them separately.

Granny Jiu hesitated for a while, seeing that she couldn't escape, the old woman was also fierce, she opened her suffocated old mouth, and spewed out a stream of mana, fought head-on with the demonic primordial spirit, sprayed blood on the spot, and the mana she spewed back inch by inch , was invaded into the body by the mana of the demonic primordial spirit.

Qing Yunzi saw the opportunity early, folded the fan and disappeared without a trace.

Fairy Tiansun felt very sorry, and said: "It's a pity that the fan can just keep the divine clock. But without the fan, it would be nice to have this little spider."

She pinched the magic formula, and the Demon Dao Primordial Spirit stretched out his hand to wipe his chest, and countless golden spider threads spewed out from his chest, netting the Falling Soul Clock.

At this time, dozens of escape lights had already chased after them, Fairy Tiansun was about to escape first, and after refining the divine clock, she would come to deal with these people, but she heard a long shout and shouted: "Where are we going?"

A green dragon pounced down, immediately suppressing the Mo Dao primordial spirit.

Fairy Tiansun said fiercely: "Little thief, let you also taste the taste of the divine clock."

The spider thread spewed out from Mo Dao Yuanshen's chest swayed, and the Soul Lost Bell flew towards Wang Chong, making a shocking sound.

Just when everyone was panicking, Wang Chong smiled slightly and said, "Small tricks are nothing."

He raised his hand and flew out of the circle of heaven and earth, and smashed it on the falling soul clock. The clock hummed and vibrated again and again, breaking away the spider silk, turning it into a black light, and flying up into the sky by itself.

Fairy Tiansun and heretics who were chasing after him from all walks of life hurriedly followed closely behind each other, each driving the Dunguang, and followed.

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