"Nine Heavenly Sword Techniques, Sky-shattering Techniques!" Lin Fan pointed his sword energy at the Chaos Bell.
The sword energy inspires the sound of the bell, and the sound of the bell carries the sword energy.
Just as he was about to wipe out the evil sky-wind ghost that enveloped Tianjian Peak, hundreds of magical powers came towards Lin Fan.
There are the magical powers of the Dragon Clan, the magical powers of the Qilin Clan, the magical powers of the Demon Clan, and the magical powers of the Phoenix Clan.
The Phoenix Clan also took action.
Those who took action should be the Phoenix clan forces who did not obey the rule of the empress.
"He also has an innate treasure! Kill him and get the innate treasure!"
"We're finally here. I really want to chop you all to death with one strike." Lin Fan activated the Chaos Bell, and true energy poured into the bell. Wave after wave of sound waves spread, like thunder bombarding the mind and soul of the quasi-sage who was coming to kill him.
Indiscriminate attack.
The weak, whose golden body is not strong enough and whose soul is not strong enough, will perish under the sound of the bell.
The sound of the bell is a magical sound wave that is difficult to resist.
If it acts on the mind, it will explode directly in the brain.
A quasi-sage had insufficient defense and was directly shot in the head, and his soul was also shaken away.
What's more, if the golden body is not strong enough, the golden body will be scattered, and then the soul will be suppressed.
While the golden body is strong enough, the soul is not.
The soul was suppressed and killed, leaving only the golden body.
Once the soul is gone, the person will die, even if he has a golden body, it will be useless.
Before their attacks could hit Lin Fan, they were taken away by Lin Fan using the Chaos Bell.
"Weak, too weak! Your magical powers are too crude. In my opinion, there are flaws everywhere."
Lin Fan's voice was like the whispers of a demon king, and it sounded even more terrifying when it fell on the ears of the quasi-sage who was besieging him.
"How is it possible? Hundreds of quasi-sages surrounded him and killed him before they could even hit him. I don't believe it. There is still a chance."
At this time, Lin Fan was overwhelmed by the hundreds of magical powers that fell.
However, Lin Fan used the Chaos Bell to defend himself, but hundreds of magical powers could not break through the Chaos Bell's defense.
The second round of bells begins to ring.
The quasi-sages who were surrounded and killed were desperate.
If they dare to take action, they will be desperate. Perhaps they are the most tragic existence in the prehistoric times.
"We can't let him ring the bell, otherwise we will all die." Tianfeng Evil Ghost said. Hearing another wave of bells ringing, he turned around and found that there was no living quasi-sage around him.
They were all shocked to death.
There are more than a dozen quasi-sages flying in the air, with fear on their faces and no scars on their bodies, but their souls have been wiped out.
More than a dozen quasi-sages were bleeding from their seven orifices. First, their golden bodies were shattered, and then their souls were suppressed and killed.
Tianfeng Evil Ghost found that there was no one alive except himself.
"Strange, how did you survive?" Lin Fan looked at Tianfeng Evil Ghost and found that Tianfeng Evil Ghost controlled a treasure tree.
"Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, you are quite lucky!"
"Even if you kill me, you won't get the Seven Treasures Tree." Out of despair, fear, and hatred, the evil spirit Tianfeng chose to self-destruct.
The power of self-destruction broke open the space, and the Seven Treasures Tree entered the turbulent flow of time and space, flying to unknown corners of the world.
Also sent away was the ghost cultivation method of Tianfeng Evil Ghost.
"Stingy, if you can't beat him, you'll blow yourself up."
...
Somewhere in the ancient times, Taoist Zhunti felt that he was poor and hungry. He sat in front of a big tree and couldn't bear to move.
He once encountered the twelfth-grade Chaos Golden Lotus that hit the tree under this big tree. The golden lotus hit the tree and hit him on the head.
"Junior Brother Zhunti, it is unrealistic for you to do this. There is no such thing as chance." The Taoist priest couldn't help but advise.
"That's because you don't understand. Senior Lin Fan once said, wait for the rabbit. You can really pick up the rabbit."
Zhunti Taoists distort the meaning of the word "wait for the rabbit".
"Brother, be patient. Eventually, the innate treasure will hit the tree and hit me on the head."
"What if not?"
"How could it not be possible? That's how Jin Lian picked it up!"
Taoist Jie Yin felt that his junior brother was a little abnormal, and patiently advised him: "Junior brother, it's useless to wait like this. Opportunities have to be found. If you wait here and do nothing, it should be your opportunity."
They were all taken away by others!”
...
"Senior brother..." Zhunti glanced at Jieyin with disdain, "If the opportunity is not in my hands, how do you know it should be mine? You'd better just wait under the tree with me, maybe there will be another one
The innate treasure fell."
"Junior brother, you are confused..."
Before the Taoist Master finished speaking, he saw colorful lights flashing in the sky and quickly hitting the tree.
With a bang, the colorful light struck the tree and fell on the head of Taoist Zhunti.
"Brother, look, here comes the innate treasure, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, what a good name. Hey, there is also a profound meaning attached to it. I have understood a method from it, let's call it Buddhism!"
The Taoist leader looked up at the sky with a question mark on his head.
There really is an innate treasure falling from the sky, this...
...
It was not only Taoist Quanti who picked up the treasure, but also Taoist Hongjun, the future Taoist ancestor.
Taoist Hongjun was watching the fate of the catastrophe with the help of the jade disk on the mountain. From the corner of his eye, he saw a wisp of ghostly and Buddhist aura passing through the sky.
He reached out and grabbed Qi in his hand, and found that it was a secret book.
"Ghost cultivation technique? The evil spirit of Tianfeng has fallen." Taoist Hongjun looked at Tianjian Peak with a solemn expression.
For the first time, I felt that Lin Fan was more dangerous than Luo Hu, and was more in front of him, blocking his way to breakthrough.
He could hardly bear it and went straight to Buzhou Mountain to kill Lin Fan.
"I will endure!"
Taoist Hongjun suppressed his impulse.
"First kill Luo Hu, then destroy the three tribes, and then take action after becoming a saint. Now we are not sure, we have to let Luo Hu deal with him."
With the jade plate of good fortune in hand, Taoist Hongjun observed the movement of heaven and saw that Rahu's fortune was about to decline, and the beginning of the decline was Buzhou Mountain.
Everything points to Lin Fan.
"Almost! Alright!" Taoist Hongjun disappeared from the top of the mountain and began to join forces with the big guys to deal with Luo Hu.
It is true to unite with the bosses, and it is also true to use the power of the jade plate to hunt for treasures everywhere.
Taoist Hongjun opened the road to unite vertical and horizontal lines, while Luo Hu secretly mobilized demon quasi-saint level, half-step quasi-sage, and Daluo golden immortal level masters to practice the Ten Thousand Demons Killing Saint Formation.
It is said that once the formation is completed, a saint can be killed.
The demon army is practicing day and night, and the powerful demons are also practicing day and night.
The murderous aura that had just been extinguished was once again gathering in the wilderness.
The various tribes in the prehistoric times were very nervous, fearing that the demons would come and kill them, so they united under the three tribes to form an alliance.
It's just that the demonic army has not moved during training. While all the tribes in the ancient world are worried out of thin air, the morale and courage they finally mustered up have declined.
Every day they are waiting for the demonic army to attack, waiting for death. The three groups of coalition forces are under great pressure.
If you wait any longer, it may collapse at any time.
Time passed, but the demon army still did not move.
Even though the allied forces of the three tribes looked like they were almost finished, the demonic army still did not move.
There were even soldiers from the three-community coalition who could not bear the pressure and ran to the demons to die.
"Emperor, we can destroy the useless members of the three tribes at any time. Do we really want to attack Buzhou Mountain first? Otherwise, kill the three tribes first, and then bring the victorious troops to level Buzhou Mountain in one fell swoop."
Moro Chu advised, always feeling uneasy in his heart.
If the battle at Buzhou Mountain fails, it will be the source of the demon clan's defeat.
To form the Ten Thousand Demons Killing Holy Formation, ten thousand demon masters are needed.
Ten thousand demon masters went to Buzhou Mountain in case of failure.