However, he also knew that these Supreme Elders were only afraid that they would no longer ask about the world, and they would not have a chance to persuade them at all.

And he saw that although the monk's realm was high, the vitality in his body was gradually slowing down, and he was afraid that he would not live long at all, and if he could not break through to the fairy realm, he would probably face the consequences of death.

"Boom!"

It's just that at this moment, suddenly the glazed tile monk's house suddenly moved, and the boundless turtle thunder tribulation fell down violently, hitting the monk's house, making the monk's house tremble.

Although this monk's house has golden and jade glazed tiles, it can only barely support it, Fan Xueli even feels that the turtle thunder is not stopping, as long as it is ten breaths, this monk's house will be completely destroyed.

Suddenly, Fan Xueli's body was about to rush outward.

His heart was full of apologies. After all, the other party is in his last years, and he is still holding on to the last glimmer of hope, if he is because of himself, he will affect the other party, I am afraid that he will regret it for a lifetime.

"You are here at this time, I am afraid that the void of Kunlun has encountered great danger, no matter what, the decay has been unbreakable for so many years, and the last bit of thing left, rather than letting it die automatically, it is better to help you. The monk asked in a deep voice, with a special sparkle in his eyes.

At this moment, Fan Xueli suddenly found that the monk exerted countless rays of light, as if a supernatural power was born, there was a tremor between heaven and earth, and a huge force centered on the monk spread out violently, and the rolling thunder tribulation between heaven and earth suddenly surged up countless waves, and they were separated from it!

The huge turtle above the thundercloud actually spat out a mouthful of blood.

The power of one blow, go against the sky, reverse the destiny of heaven!

Then, the turtle slowly disappeared into the clouds, and the thunderstorm in the sky also disappeared completely, and the sky was clear.

Fan Xueli was completely stunned.

With this kind of supernatural power, I am afraid that the realm of this monk is very likely to be close to the ten-fold high level of the physical body!

It's just that when he turned back instantly, he was shocked to find that the monk's entire body had become weak, the skin and flesh on his face had sunk deep into it again, and his breath had become sluggish, and he was afraid that he would not be able to support it for too long.

Such a blow completely exhausted the opponent's spirit.

"Seniors!" Fan Xueli couldn't help but cry out in grief.

Even if he is not shocked now, he is full of shame now, if it weren't for himself, the other party would not have become like this.

"It doesn't matter, I suffered too many sins in my life, and I deserve it. The monk smiled reluctantly, his smile was extremely holy and clean, and there was a beauty that was pure in heaven and earth.

Then the monk took out a purple-gold box from his arms, handed it to Fan Xueli and said: "This thing is my treasure, and I will give it to you now, but remember, it must be opened after twelve hours, otherwise this thing will come to naught, and it will bring great calamity, and destroy the luck of Kunlun's void, you must be careful." ”

In that purple-gold box, there were countless calm and unwavering star lights, and I couldn't see what it was, but with Fan Xueli's knowledge, I judged that this thing was even very likely to be a supernatural holy artifact.

It is rumored that there are many supernatural holy relics with ferocious nature, if they are opened rashly, they will inevitably disturb the heavens and the earth, and they cannot be subdued, so they must be used in a special way.

And hearing that this thing is related to the luck of the entire Kunlun Void, Fan Xueli knows that this thing is extremely precious and must not be lost.

So he said cautiously: "I must take good care of it, and it will never be opened for twelve hours." ”

"That's good. Seeing Fan Xueli's solemn appearance, the monk couldn't help but smile slightly, and then stared at the box again, and then whispered: "Amitabha, the thunder tribulation has passed, and the next threat is approaching soon, you better quickly go to the Holy Lord to take charge of the sect." And he was in the basilica of the Lord on the east side......"

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and closed his palms, and his whole body actually withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally most of the skin and flesh disappeared, and he actually sat down directly here.

He used the last remaining strength to help Fan Xueli block this ungodly crisis.

But before he died, he maintained that calm and calm on his face, and maintained that purity.

Seeing this, Fan Xue felt a burst of grief.

Beren died because of me.

And he didn't even know what the other party's name was.

The green mountains are dry and boneless, how lonely, brilliant in life, empty after death.

Fan Xueli became grief-stricken.

But he quickly calmed down, bowed deeply to the monk, and whispered: "The meaning of the seniors is remembered by the younger generations." I will definitely guard this purple gold box, and my predecessors can rest assured. ”

This thing is related to the luck of Kunlun's void, it is very important, and unless it is a critical moment, Fan Xueli will not mention it to anyone.

Then he sped all the way towards the main hall of the Holy Lord to the east.

This unknown Supreme Elder helped him through the great crisis, he absolutely couldn't waste the other party's kindness, after all, if he wanted to speed up, it was inevitable that the Heavenly Turtle Thunder Tribulation would only be temporarily stopped, not completely eliminated.

Under such circumstances, he quickly arrived at the location of the Basilica of the Holy Lord.

In the same way, the Holy Lord Hall has a white and flawless feeling, which is in tune with this world, and even has a kind of holy dragon aura.

From afar, it makes people feel a sense of admiration and worship.

"Dang!"

It's just that when he was about to step into the Holy Lord's Hall, he suddenly heard a soul-cleansing bell from the Holy Lord's Hall!

The bell rang one after another, striking the entire Holy Lord Hall, and even hitting Fan Xueli's chest and abdomen!

Twelve hits!

Then, there was a long rainbow that pierced the heavens and the earth, shining the sun and the moon, and ascending to the sky.

When Fan Xueli heard this, she saw this Changhong again, and suddenly turned pale.

Twelve bells, on behalf of the light of death, rumored in the monk after the death, the soul is still alive, will be on the raft of life and death, across the sea for twelve hours, and these twelve bells, is a symbol of the twelve hours.

And the Changhong is even more obvious, that is, after the death of the monk, there is a rainbow!

That is a sign of true enlightenment.

But it also represents the fall of a generation of eminent monks.

According to what the God of War said before, only the Holy Lord is qualified to step into the Holy Lord Hall, and now such a bell is coming from the Holy Lord Hall, what does it mean?

Fan Xueli fell silent!

"Is it too late after all?"

He stood silently in front of the Great Hall of the Holy Lord, feeling a burst of desolation.

He didn't even see the last face of the Holy Lord, and this legendary figure left. And from now on, what will Kunlun Void do? And what kind of shock and despair will those disciples of Kunlun Void cause when they know this news?

The Holy Lord has passed away, and the world will change greatly! Fan Xueli had already expected this.

In the case that no one can replace him, the Holy Lord has become a symbol of Kunlun's void, and now there is Wanluo's oppression in the outside world, where will Kunlun's void go?

At this moment, he didn't even take a step into the Holy Lord's Hall, he just stood quietly.

Countless rays of rain fell from the sky, hitting him in the face and head, but he couldn't say anything.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that there was a flickering of light and shadow between heaven and earth, and many figures fell around him from the light and shadow.

It was none other than Fang Shi, Luo Xuehua, God of War and other elders.

They had apparently heard the bell twelve, and rushed in together, ignoring the danger of the ban.

Then, they passed by Fan Xueli and rushed into the Holy Lord's hall without hesitation, their eyes full of incredulity and despair.

The main hall of the Holy Lord was empty.

There were no bodies.

Only the huge holy bell was beside it, sounding without wind and making a slight trembling sound.

"Holy Lord, has he rainbowized?" The god of war noticed that there was a futon in the main hall, and it seemed that there was still residual warmth, but he was afraid that it had just been rainbowized.

He did not doubt the affairs of the Holy Lord, because the holy bell was a spiritual creature that merged with the heavens and the earth, and had its own mind, which could not be struck by man, not even by his strength. And the long ringing of this holy bell has always been spontaneous, and the previous twelve bells are indeed correct.

"No, the Holy Lord won't die!" Luo Xuehua suddenly said coldly, his eyes swept around, and finally landed on Fan Xueli, who was standing outside the hall: "Linglongzi, did you hide the Holy Lord? Who did you send here to attack the Holy Lord? Are you Wanluofu's person? And before, did you play a play with Wanluofu?"

Obviously, she had strong doubts about Fan Xueli, with Fan Xueli's realm, it was impossible to resist Wan Luofu, but Wan Luofu did not make a move against Fan Xueli, and the strength of the three princesses was stronger than Fan Xueli, coupled with such a powerful resource, but she was repeatedly defeated by Fan Xueli.

It's not so much a miracle as a shocking drama!

In this play, the Three Princesses and Fan Xueli are all tools of Wanluofu's manipulation! In this way, Fan Xueli is used to gain trust, so as to enter the Holy Lord's Hall and harm the Holy Lord, so as to achieve the goal of Wanluofu dominating Kunlun!

Thinking of this, Luo Xuehua's inner anger can be imagined, and even angry like a wave!

She deeply regretted why she would believe that a young man who had not yet reached the age of a weak crown would believe that there was such a thing as defeating the strong with the weak!

Obviously, as soon as Luo Xuehua's words came out, the other elders looked startled for a while, and at the same time fell silent. To be able to cultivate to this point, they are all wise people, and at this moment, they even feel that Luo Xuehua's words are very likely to be true!

For a while, the entire Holy Lord Hall was full of murderous energy, and even the eyes of the God of War stayed sharply on Fan Xueli's face.

At this moment, Master Fang blocked his body in front of Fan Xueli, and said quietly: "Everyone, the matter of the Holy Lord has not been clarified yet, so don't be impatient. I would like to guarantee with my life that Master Linglongzi will not harm the Holy Lord in charge of the Sect. If it was really Fan Xueli's doing, I would be willing to pay for my life. ”

At this moment, his body stood resolutely upright, with a resolute look on his face. He and Fan Xueli met in Changshan City, and watched Fan Xueli grow up step by step, he has been paying attention to Fan Xueli's temperament, and naturally believes that Fan Xueli will not be a murderer.