Fengming Mountain is broken, and the spirit card shackles on the ancient mountain are still there.

This was once the place where the powerful people of the demon clan placed their souls, and Fengming Mountain was broken by Shen Yuanjun, which means that this line of defense has completely fallen, and now the entire ancient mountain is empty, and the place where the iron horse in the north has passed, indomitable, and the corpses and bones everywhere, but under the guidance of the will of the demon clan, the demon cultivators belonging to the four major demon domains have all been evacuated, and most of those left behind are some barbarian demon clans who have no independent consciousness or have not yet enlightened their spirits.

The ancient mountains are shrouded in mist.

Two figures, a man and a woman, slowly walked out of the clouds.

These two men and women were shrouded in a faint mist, and from the shoulders, they were blurred, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

The man is wearing a wide white robe, this white robe, looks holy as the moon, branded with cloud patterns, showing that he has an outstanding temperament, one hand is behind his back, and the other hand is gently raised, the palm is upward, and there is a small exquisite tower suspended in the rest of the foot.

The snow-white tower, with a total of six floors, is as small as a baby's fist, and looks "lethal".

The woman next to the man in the white robe has a completely different temperament, completely contrary to the former, not restrained, and can feel a strong "evil qi" across dozens of zhang, although her face is hidden in the mist, but the law behind her is always swaying, shoulders and backs, nine purple flames are rolling and tumbling, and what is carved on the robe is a purple phoenix with angry eyes.

There is no such person in the Eastern Demon Domain.

The two crossed the void and came from the Northern Demon Domain.

"The bell is still here. ”

Fall on the top of Fengming Mountain.

The white-robed man saw that the top of the mountain was in shambles, surrounded by wildfires, except for an ancient bell, the body of which was surrounded by flames, but it was never broken, not even the slightest crack remained.

In the battle in the Nirvana realm, the only one who is safe and secure is the innate spiritual treasure.

The old dragon bell of Fengming Mountain.

Shen Yuanjun killed the White Sea Demon Saint, and the iron horse crossed Fengming Mountain, but ...... He took nothing with him.

He couldn't take anything with him.

This ancient bell has been placed on Fengming Mountain for two thousand years, and almost no one can shake it, it is not that the demon saint of the Nirvana realm has moved his mind, but the two supreme beings of the demon clan have spoken.

So for a long period of time, the old dragon bell was firmly located on the top of Fengming Mountain.

Until a new owner is ushered in.

"The Dragon Emperor promised you to see him again. The white-robed man looked at the ancient bell, walked slowly across dozens of zhang, held the pagoda in his hand, and said softly: "Now the Dragon Emperor has fulfilled his promise...... Your old master took you to Baozhu Mountain to face the Great Sui Immortals, the cause and effect have been decided, and the dust has fallen. And you also saw the final ending, he left Fengming Mountain and didn't take you away. ”

Between the words, Gu Zhong reacted.

The rusty body of the old dragon bell trembled violently, layer after layer of iron sheet flew away and fell off, the dim bell body brightened, and a giant dragon with vigorous eyebrows slowly emerged.

The Great Sui Iron Horse stepped on.

Mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering.

Devastation.

A scream of sorrow -

The mighty bell rang on Fengming Mountain, turning into a wave of sound that spread throughout the entire Gray Land Realm.

"I know, I know. ”

"You're still waiting for him, you'll keep waiting...... white-robed demon saint smiled softly: "That person lives a lifetime, and he really overwhelms a generation, no one can beat him, and it won't be long before he can regain his glory." ”

"But he is dead, at the hands of a Terran sword cultivator named 'Ning Yi'. ”

This sentence came out of the mouth of the smiling white-robed demon saint, with three points of regret and seven points of ridicule.

He rubbed his fingers against the ancient lines of the old dragon bell, and said softly, "It's not that the Northern Demon Domain didn't give him a chance...... Again and again, all of them were pushed back, and he refused my kindness. You have to understand that the times create heroes, and two thousand years later, this demon clan is no longer the world of the Eastern Emperor. What's more, even if he regains all the power of the past, can he really win over my family?"

Another bell rang.

The old dragon bell vented the emotions of "instrument spirit", as the treasure of the Eastern Emperor, it was connected with the owner, and when the Eastern Emperor was beheaded on the prairie, in fact, it had already sensed it...... And now, this white-robed demon saint is here in person to announce the truth.

The Eastern Emperor is dead.

The spirit of the old dragon bell looked up to the sky and roared.

The dragon that had conjured up had moist eyes and mist in them.

On Fengming Mountain, the stone chips are suspended and constantly broken, and the sound wave is getting bigger and bigger, and there is no sense of stopping.

The white-robed demon saint rubbed his eyebrows, he didn't expect that the spirit of this treasure would be so nostalgic.

"Boom-"

Flying sand and rocks.

This sound wave came to the ears, if it was a change of others, the realm was lower, I am afraid that the soul could not be stable at this moment, and even worse, the body had been shattered and cracked by the impact, turning into powder.

"Noise. ”

The female demon saint in a purple robe had a gloomy expression.

She walked forward slowly, frowning as the corpses were swept away by the sound waves.

This ancient clock does not know how to converge at all.

The female demon saint looked at the white robe, she raised her finger, and purple phoenix fire appeared on the white fingertips.

"It's just a treasure, what's the nonsense?"

She turned to look at the old dragon and said coldly: "Today I don't have a choice for you, either you will restrain your fierce power, obediently enter the small cave sky, and wait with me to return to the Northern Demon Domain, or you will fall to the bottom of the North Sea, and you will never see the light of day, until the sea is dry and rotten, the treasure is broken, and the spirit is rotten." ”

"Boom!"

When the old dragon bell heard this threat, he suddenly became angry, and he shouted loudly, and a bell body rose from the ground and fiercely suppressed the purple-robed woman.

Most of the innate spiritual treasures give birth to spiritual wisdom, and the maturity of spiritual wisdom is also different according to different years.

This "old dragon bell" is obviously older than the "heavenly phoenix wing" of the fire phoenix, and this treasure is already as smart as a person, able to kill the enemy through words, and independently.

It's a pity that the one standing on Fengming Mountain is not a nameless person.

It's a demon saint from the Dragon Emperor Hall of the Northern Demon Domain.

The purple-robed female demon saint raised her sleeves and waved, and the purple phoenix fire on her fingertips flew out in the air, and suddenly turned into a waterfall that swooped out, crashing head-on into the old dragon bell, and then the phoenix fire transformed, and a purple fire phoenix crashed into the spirit of the old dragon bell.

The phoenix and the real dragon.

It's always hard to separate.

In an instant, the female demon saint raised her hands, pinched the trick with her ten fingers, and instantly sealed, and the flames in the sky turned back and forth with her thoughts, and suddenly separated, and the purple flame waterfall bloomed in an instant, condensed into dozens of strong and thick pillars, and slammed into the top of the treasure bead mountain.

The earth sinks.

The body of the ancient bell made a violent impact sound of "bang bang bang", and the ancient pillar was inserted into the high mountain, and the top was twisted and bent and knotted, turning into a flame cage, trapping the "old dragon bell" in it.

The spirit of the ancient bell, the old dragon, never thought that he would be defeated with just a face.

For so many years, the demon saint of Fengming Mountain has always been polite to him, and no one has ever dared to be rude to him.

But...... The gap between them.

It's a little too big.

The old dragon roared angrily, but unfortunately its voice was cut off by the phoenix fire, and in the eyes of the two people standing on the top of the mountain, this old dragon was now nothing more than a sleepy dragon.

A hand rested on the shoulder of the female demon saint.

"Purple Phoenix. ”

The white-robed demon saint frowned and said, "Don't forget the adult's explanation, don't hurt this artifact spirit." ”

The woman was silent.

She calmly looked at the struggling ancient bell and sneered.

Inside the purple flame, a woman's indifferent voice sounded.

"My family has cultivated to the heavens, if you resist again, take you back to the Dragon Emperor Palace, throw you into the furnace, melt all your spiritual wisdom, and then refine the treasure again...... It still does not damage the rank of the innate spirit treasure, and at most it will give birth to a new spirit again. ”

This sentence landed on the ground.

"You're going to have to spend some time in the little cave before handing you over to the Lord. The female demon saint smiled and said: "I count three breaths, you move, I will cut off a touch of divine thought, if I am unwilling to compromise after three breaths, I Zihuang will do what I say, before handing you over to the Dragon Emperor, I will do it myself and melt your soul." ”

"Three. ”

The fierce and monstrous "real dragon" suddenly contracted its arrogance, it looked angry and jealous, and wanted to open its mouth to roar, but suddenly thought of the threat of the crazy woman, and a suffocated unwilling voice came out of its throat.

didn't wait for Zihuang to finish.

The old dragon gathered all his thoughts and returned to the ancient bell.

The illusion is gone.

A large bell, no longer shaken, no longer resisted.

The white-robed demon saint was a little stunned, he watched the purple phoenix raise his sleeves, and the ancient bell easily rose out of the ground, swept into the sleeves, and landed in the small cave, this treasure that has been extremely difficult to accept for many years was just in the bag.

"These spiritual treasures, unwilling to admit the Lord, most of them have a 'last wish'. Zihuang looked at the white-robed demon saint, she gently cast a talisman in the small cave, and layers of rune paper were arranged around the ancient bell, shielding all the qi around the machine spirit, completely cutting off contact with the outside world.

With that done, she continued, "That one has great courage. I don't want to compromise the power of the treasure, and I am willing to wait, but in fact...... If Lao Long Zhong really didn't want to leave Fengming Mountain, then even if the spirit of this treasure was destroyed, it must be taken away. ”

The white-robed demon saint looked complicated and nodded.

"This ancient bell, two thousand years ago, was considered to be the most powerful innate spirit treasure in the world of the demon clan. Zihuang narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Over the years that the Northern Demon Domain and the Dapeng Bird have checked and balanced each other, both sides have coveted each other, but no one has moved. ”

Neither the White Emperor nor the Dragon Emperor took down this old dragon bell.

It is related to the "last wish", but the composition is not large, these two great demon saints who have reached the peak of the peak, if they are in a hurry, they can reforge the spirit, and the bigger reason is that they are unwilling to provoke disputes between the Northern Demon Domain and the Eastern Demon Domain.

is still the same sentence, if the Dragon Emperor and the White Emperor fight.

So...... The two demon domains can't afford to fail.

"It's different now, Futu. She lightly recited the name of the white-robed demon saint, and said with a faint smile: "Old Dragon Bell, it was taken away like this, and the Eastern Demon Domain didn't even dare to let go of a fart." ”

She stood on the top of Fengming Mountain, overlooking all living beings, and her purple robes were flying.

The aftermath of the old dragon bell is still spreading and reverberating.

The world is big, but the people are small.

The Purple Phoenix Demon Saint sneered.

"They all felt that the White Emperor might have had a problem, was seriously injured, or had regressed in his cultivation. ”

"But I think the White Emperor is dead. ”

(Continue to ask for a commuter pass~)