The Guardian Divine Bell is not only amazingly powerful, it can instantly wipe out the enemy, make the enemy lie in wait for thousands of miles, and it can also smooth the demonic obstacles in the hearts of the disciples of the sect, so as to take advantage of the opportunity for them to increase their cultivation.

"You have to grasp the last remnants of this big competition. ”

Qing Yue's figure was completely invisible, and his voice came from the big bell, and the sound of washing people's souls reached the ears of every disciple.

"When!"

"When!"

"When!"

At the first bell rang, the annoyance and sorrow in the monk's heart were swept away, and he instantly entered a deep understanding.

The second bell rings, the heart is either obsession, or pain, or sadness, everything is instantly transparent, after the honor and disgrace, looking back on the past, the rest is only indifferent.

The third bell rang, and he entered the Tao in an instant, and the exercises that he couldn't understand and couldn't see through before, the Honghu empowerment, suddenly became clear.

The blessings that Qingyue gave to the entire sect were unprecedented in the history of the Interception Heaven Sect.

Because, if you do this like Qing Yue, you will damage your cultivation for at least thirty years!

It will take five years to recover.

In short, the damage to the user is too great.

Although the previous generations of sect masters knew this method, they had never used it.

After all, people are selfish, who is willing to spend more than ten years of cultivation to improve their skills for others in this way.

Even if he is the head of the sect!

"Master, why are you ...... like this?!"

Although Mo Jun was closing his eyes and entering the deep meditation, he did not meditate thoroughly, but followed the breath from the big bell to find the source and asked Qingyue.

"There's no reason, it's just that you're leaving, and our sect's big bell is often furnished, so I simply give you a sect preach. ”

"Master......"

An inexplicable sourness and warmth surged in Mo Jun's heart, what sect in which the Hu Sect Bell is idle, Qingyue did this, obviously because Mo Jun was leaving, going to the Extreme Heaven Palace, in the future, when he would come back, maybe in the last time, send Mo Jun a blessing.

This source of blessing, because of the divine clock, can only be preached to everyone, not to individual people.

That's why there was a prosperous era of "sect master preaching" that had never existed in the history of the Heaven Interception Sect.

"Bastard boy, what are you still doing in a daze, don't you hurry up and take the opportunity to comprehend, are you going to be angry with me?!"

Qingyue's voice was full of anger, and even a little tired, and she reprimanded Mo Jun.

"Hmm!"

Mo Jun's voice was a little choked, his thoughts flew away, the Nirvana Sutra, the dragon capture, the tail, the dragon and other law phases, as well as the slashing of the sun, moon and stars, all appeared in his mind.

Others are enlightened little by little, but when they come to Mojun, they have repeatedly comprehended and implemented them in a series of articles, and they know it in their hearts.

In Mojun's consciousness space, the golden sea was turbulent, and the waves were huge, hitting the sky.

"Capture the Dragon!"

The giant claws the size of five or six zhang directly hit Mo Jun's hand and extended, spreading, and blasted into the sea.

"Boom!"

The wave of more than ten zhang in size directly smashed on Mo Jun, who was suspended in mid-air.

"The power is too small, and it can't penetrate the charm of the scattered hands!"

"Come again!"

Mo Jun's body turned around, the qi and blood on his body rose, and he used his dragon grabbing hand again, and the huge waves were directly lifted up by Mo Jun.

"No, come again!"

"Capture the Dragon!"

"Boom!"

"No, it's still too powerful, and Shen Yun isn't there. ”

"Come again!"

"Capture the Dragon!"

“......”

I can't count how many times Mo Jun has swayed, but the last time he used his free hand, Mo Jun waved a black claw the size of fifteen zhang,

The huge golden sun, which obscured the sky, slapped on the surface of the sea, and the huge waves rolled over, it was like the sea and the sky colliding.

"It's done!"

Mo Jun felt that he was about to collapse, he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, and fell directly into the sea, and his eyes were already sleepy and couldn't open them.

"Nirvana Sutra!"

In Mo Jun's body, one by one golden ancient seals, with Zen chanting, one after another, shocking, surrounded Mo Jun's side, recovering his consumption.

"A day in the space of consciousness, outside is only a moment, but I can't enter here at will, if it weren't for the help of the master this time, I guess I wouldn't have entered. ”

"So, I must take advantage of this opportunity, wasting a trace of time, it's all a crime!"

The qi and blood on Mo Jun's body, which had been dim, rose again, and the weak breath was full of vitality again.

"If someone else puts in twice as much effort, I have to be ten times higher than him, otherwise, how can I succeed?!"

"Tail waging!"

"Boom!"

A huge dragon's tail rushed out of the sea, raising a light rain, and a rainbow faintly appeared on the side of the sun.

"Boom!" The huge tail of the night was raised, like a real creature, and the black scales flashed with pitch black light, and fell into the sea again.

"It's still an old cat disease, the charm is not enough, the power is not enough, come again!"

Mo Jun rushed to the sky, his hands were swinging tails, and even his legs were swinging tails, and they all launched attacks that shook the heavens and the earth.

In this space of consciousness, Mo Jun didn't know how many times he had rehearsed his attacks, and the waves of the sea were set off again and again, and the momentum was louder than one another, shaking the heavens and the earth, and humming the ocean.

As long as Mo Jun is tired, he will run his Nirvana Sutra and restore his disappeared qi and blood, so as to hone himself.

In the outside world, there were constantly disciples who woke up from the meditation and saw that around the venue, all the elders in the sect personally took care of their hair, and they were very grateful in their hearts, and they made a deep bow and retreated.

"The longer you stay in the meditation, the greater the potential, you say, who in our sect will be the last to wake up?"

The two elders looked at the disciples who had not woken up and sat upright one by one, and there was a burst of laughter in their hearts, after all, they had not seen a sect for a long time, and they could practice together like this.

"It's Yunxi, it's Zimo, it's Fengyixiang, Ye Zimo, Zhou Lan and Zhou Qing?"

"Or Chu Tianshu?!"

As soon as the elder finished speaking, he was glared at by another elder, "You old boy is playing tricks on me, right?! Why didn't you say Mojun?!

"Ahem, didn't I forget......"

"Whew!"

The elder pointed to the nose of the old man who was talking just now and said, "What about the deceitful ghost?!You just want me to say one casually, and then let that old guy in Qingyue hear it, and let him teach me a hard lesson!"

"How can you, how can you ......"

The elder smiled wryly, and then said with a straight face: "Protect the Dharma well, don't desert!"

"Get out!"

Not only these two elders, but even the other elders also secretly observed, if they could find someone who was not a top ten disciple and had great potential as their disciple, then their inheritance would be settled!