One bell breaks ten thousand laws, and one shock determines the world!

This is the powerful power of the "Broken Bell".

"This is a semi-spiritual weapon that existed in the Tomb Clan back then, and it unexpectedly fell into the hands of your Black Snake Clan. ”

Qing Lin looked over and landed on the bronze bell, his pupils shrank slightly.

At the beginning, the entire Autumn Desolation Land, the tribes with a little bit of power participated in the siege of the Tomb Tribe, so many treasures of the Tomb Tribes were scattered in all directions.

However, after the Black Snake tribe replaced the Grave Tribes and became the overlord of the Autumn Desolation Land, in order to stabilize its position, it also launched bloody measures to clean up many tribes in the Autumn Desolation Land, and snatched the treasures of many Tomb Tribes.

This "Broken Bell" means that the Black Snake tribe destroyed a tribe and took it from its priests.

However, this "broken bell" was not made by the Tomb Tribe, but was taken by the Tomb Tribe from other tribes, and I don't know how many times it took before it finally reached the hands of the Black Snake Tribe.

At this moment, Suotu urged it out, and immediately showed a powerful force, so that all the yin spirits in a radius were killed, and none of them escaped.

The aftermath surrounds, sweeping back and forth in this almost enclosed field, and it lasts for a long time.

Suotu's face turned pale, he first cast the "Ten Thousand Snakes Great Array", and now he urged the "Broken Delusion Bell" twice in a row, so his power consumption was extremely high.

But his gaze was extremely sharp, and his momentum suddenly climbed to the peak.

There were countless Yin Spirits around, but they didn't pounce again at this moment, and they seemed to have a deep fear of the "Broken Delusion Bell" and the momentum on his body.

"Blocked!"

"Those sinister armies don't dare to continue attacking. ”

"With this broken bell, it must be fine. ”

"The young sacrifice makes it mighty!"

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Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, I don't know when, cold sweat was already on their backs.

Those caravan people were okay, after all, they had followed Doha to the north and south, encountered the most ferocious blood cultivators, and experienced the most terrible life and death, so when they faced those Yin Spirit armies just now, although they were also extremely afraid, they did not panic.

But many of the clansmen of the Black Snake Tribe, who were young, followed out to find the clan land of the Grave Tribes for the first time and conduct training, and they had never encountered such a terrible thing at all, so how could they bear it?

However, fortunately, there was a young priest who turned the tide and blocked the fierce rush of those Yin Spirit armies, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Everyone has a sense of the aftermath.

However, Jiang Yi's feeling is not so optimistic, the Yin Spirit has not been completely wiped out, there are still a lot, looking at Suo Tu's state, the power consumption is extremely high, I am afraid that there is not much strength to continue to urge the "Broken Delusion Bell".

Those Yin Spirits, who had no sanity and didn't know what fear was, didn't continue to slaughter them was because the aftermath of the bell had not completely dissipated.

If the aftermath stops, it will inevitably be another huge crisis.

Suo Tu, Qing Lin, Bo Ya, Tie Shi, He Feng and the others, their faces were solemn, staring at the yin spirits around them, obviously they were also understanding people.

"Huh?" At this moment, Jiang Yi's ears moved, and he suddenly heard a roar.

The roar, the same sound he had heard when the sarcophagus was opened, was clearly from the same thing.

This roar is low, like a sudden sound of thunder, like a raging wind, the sea is agitating, and it is like the howl of ghosts in the deep mountains and old forests.

"Listen, what kind of sound is this?" a seven-leaf great wizard of the Black Snake Clan frowned and suddenly exclaimed.

Jiang Yi immediately looked at him, his eyes flashed, as if a flash of surprise, this time he was not the only one who heard this low roar.

"Voice, what sound?" the other Seven-Leaf Grand Wizard looked at his companion suspiciously.

Even Suo Tu, as well as Qing Lin, the two eight-leaf great wizards, and Bo Ya, a peerless master of divine transformation and ninefold, all frowned, and didn't seem to hear it.

"Monster's roar!" the seven-leaf wizard immediately lay on the ground, put his ear to the ground, and then stood up again, pinched a handprint, and said after half a sound.

His ears, which seemed to be different from those of the other Black Snake tribes, had no earlobes, were high and protruding, revealing sharp horns, like a pair of cat ears, and were huge.

Jiang Yi discovered this, and immediately knew from Young Master Tiemu's memory that it turned out that the Ah Niang of this Seven Leaf Great Wizard was not from the Black Snake Clan, but from a foreign clan.

Perhaps it was for this reason that his ears were different from ordinary people, and he had extraordinary hearing, so he could hear this low roar.

His words made everyone feel inexplicable.

Because I can't hear it, I'm confused, dazed, and strange.

Almost as soon as his voice fell, the Yin Spirit army became agitated, and then a huge roar rang out.

Yes!

Many people immediately covered their ears and let out screams, and their eardrums were directly ruptured in this roar, and blood shot out.

This roar was no longer a sudden sound like a muffled thunder, but a thunderclap in the cold winter, which was very sudden and unexpected.

Because I can't think of it, it seems even more shocking and unacceptable.

Everyone immediately retreated in unison.

Buzzing!!

The "Broken Delusion Bell" even emitted trembling sound waves, as if this roaring sound resonated with it.

At this moment, the army of those yin spirits suddenly dispersed, and then from the darkness, a huge figure gradually came out.

This figure is very large, and it is also a yin spirit, but it is different from other yin spirits, because it is not a human form, but a beast form, and it is several times more condensed than other yin spirits, which can make people see his entire body clearly.

It's like the difference between the spirit body of a middle-grade great master and the spirit body of a high-grade master.

"This is ......" Jiang Yi also took half a step back under that roar, and was even more surprised when he saw this beast-shaped yin spirit at this moment.

He did not know the beast, but he saw that the head of the beast was the same as that of the beast in the sarcophagus, and of the beast on the eight pillars of stone.

The beast, about the size of a house, had cracked fangs, a ferocious face, eyes as big as bulls, and bursts of scarlet light.

His body resembles the body of a wild horse, but it has pieces of scale armor, and the whole body is pitch black, which makes people look shocking, very gloomy, and terrifying.

"What kind of monster is this?" many people looked horrified, looking at this huge beast-shaped Yin Spirit, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Could it be that this is the legendary Ink Qilin?" and Feng immediately exclaimed.

The unicorn, the ancient beast, represents auspiciousness, blessing, colorful and bright, dazzling, and mild, but once the unicorn degenerates into a demon, it will become an "ink unicorn", and its whole body will turn into a pitch black, yearning for darkness, and becoming extremely violent and bloody.

The mount of the ancestor of the desolate clan is a "Ink Qilin".

This legend is known very well to many tribes in the Great Wilderness, and even the strong people of the human race have heard of it.

However, the "Ink Qilin", like the desolate sacred beast Kunpeng, has not appeared since the end of the primeval period, so it has become an immortal legend.

This beast is indeed very similar to the "ink unicorn".

"The young patriarch guessed well, this beast is very likely to be the ink qilin that disappeared from the primeval world, the ancestor mount. ”

When many of the people of the Black Snake Clan heard He Feng say this, they immediately reacted, and after careful observation, they immediately echoed.

Even Boya, Tieshi, Shenrong, Suo Tu and others nodded secretly, thinking that this was "Mo Qilin".

"Mo Qilin?" Jiang Yi frowned.

He had also heard the story of the Rui beast Qilin falling into a demon, the Qilin is the embodiment of angels, and many holy dynasties in ancient times have prevailed in the Qilin culture, which has been passed down through the ages, and is also closely related to benevolence, morality, and etiquette.

And the "ink unicorn" is the embodiment of death, and everywhere it passes, all spirits are extinct, as if the end is coming.

But the "Ink Qilin" has a characteristic, that is, it is arrogant, it is absolutely impossible to hide in a dark place like the tomb, even if it turns into a yin spirit, it also does not like the grave.

If this is really the burial place of the "Lord of the Grave", then this beast can never be the "Ink Qilin".

"This beast is not the Ink Qilin!" At this moment, Qinglin spoke.

"What?"

"Not the ink unicorn?"

"How is that possible? This must be the ink unicorn, and there will be no mistake. ”

"What other beasts look like?"

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As soon as these words came out, they were questioned a lot, and those people from the Black Snake tribe didn't seem to believe Qinglin's words, and firmly believed that this beast was the "Ink Qilin".

He Feng's eyes fell on Qinglin, and he saw that his face was serious, and he didn't seem to be lying.

Jiang Yi also looked over, his eyes flickered, and someone actually had a complicity with him.

"Qinglin Hall Envoy, you said that this is not the ink qilin, do you know what kind of beast it is?"

This Qinglin is a prince of the giant elephant tribe of the Eastern Wilderness royal clan, and he has entered the priest temple again, and has obtained a huge training, and he must know something that the Black Snake tribe does not know.

Qing Lin was silent, still staring at the huge beast-shaped spirit body, staring intently, as if he hadn't heard Boya's words.

After a few breaths, he took a deep breath, then nodded, and said loudly, "This beast is the underworld!"

"Stygian?" Jiang Yi savored the name.

Bo Ya felt familiar and unfamiliar, as if he had heard of it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

"Styx?" and Feng looked dazed.

Iron Stone, Iron Fire, Sam Rong, and many people from the Black Snake Clan are all trying their best to think.

Doha, Zhengji, Maotong, Zhuangniu and others don't know why, they haven't heard of it at all.

"Hades...... Beasts?" exclaimed as Suotu's face changed slightly, as if he knew something.