Qin Feng sat cross-legged.

A little golden mangs suddenly burst out, evolving into a golden bell, countless divine patterns flowed, and the sound of gods and Buddhas chanting was shrouded in heaven and earth.

All the weapons slammed into Qin Feng's golden bell jar, and at most they only caused a little ripple. On the contrary, it was the Zhong family warriors who used their weapons to fly away one after another by the strong shock.

Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, like two small suns, radiating a terrifying light.

Suddenly, they got up, and the endless golden bell also shrank rapidly, appearing on Qin Feng's palm.

The hand holds the golden bell invincible.

I saw Qin Feng throw the supreme golden bell up, and slapped his right hand on it fiercely.

Sou!

The Supreme Admiralty turned into a divine light between heaven and earth, speeding like lightning.

The terrifying power exploded and shook the heavens and the earth, and the endless coercion made all the Zhong family martial artists feel a little dignified.

However, they are only solemn at best, but they are not afraid.

Suddenly, several Zhong family martial artists had already displayed their magical powers, wanting to block the arrival of the Supreme Golden Bell.

It's just that the supreme Admiralty at this time is really terrifying. Whatever it is, it gets smashed in front of it.

It was only at this time that all the Zhong family martial artists were shocked, and they understood the true horror of the Supreme Golden Bell.

And something even more terrifying for them also happened.

A green-skinned gourd appeared in Qin Feng's hand, a palm-sized green-skinned gourd, which didn't seem to have any special place.

I saw that Qin Feng opened the green skin gourd, and a gorgeous and colorful river erupted from the green skin gourd. Everyone was captivated by the brilliant and colorful light.

"Oh my God, you're a magic weapon. ”

"Spiritual Weapon!Magic Weapon!Dao Weapon!"

"We're going to get rich, we're going to get rich!"

......

At this time, these Zhong family warriors had already been attracted by the colorful magic weapon, and they had not discovered the truth that the more beautiful things were, the more dangerous they were.

The magic weapon is surging, and when those Zhong family martial artists perceive a possible terrifying crisis, it is already too late!

Many of the Zhong family's martial artists stood up one by one.

They instinctively want to run away.

It's just that in the face of the vast magic weapon, all their means have become in vain.

Destroy the wither!

Kill everything!

When the magic weapon Changhe returns to the small green gourd, the whole world has been quiet.

Wrong!

There should also be a love for a violent pant and a black face.

If he could move, he might have found a hole in the ground and drilled straight in.

He was almost going crazy!

The appearance of the old bell of the RMB warrior made him see the dawn, but this dawn was ruthlessly destroyed.

A venerable and powerful man descended, treating Qin Feng as a thorn in his side. Zhong Qing regained his pride again,

It's just that such pride seems to have been born to exist for the sake of being slapped in the face.

Every time hope arises, it is eventually driven into an endless abyss. This kind of torture is like rubbing Zhong Qing back and forth on the ground.

There is one more thing that makes him beat his chest.

Obviously killed all of Yun Qian's entourage, and this time the mission has been successful.

He was self-righteous and said a lot of words, so that Yun Qian's eyes were placed on the small sculpture that she had collected.

There will be the advent of Qin Feng, and all the things that will follow.

If he could, now he wanted to rip his mouth apart. It's just that everything has come to naught.

"Isn't this our wise and martial young master of the Zhong family? Why can't you lie on the ground and get up? Don't you like to let others kneel in front of you and talk? Why do you fall to the ground and don't want to get up?"

Qin Feng's ridicule made Zhong Qing feel ashamed. The whole body was trembling with anger.

However, there was also a little joy in his heart.

Qin Feng didn't kill him in person, which meant that he might still be able to escape with his life.

Of course, there is a good chance that there will be a terrible price to pay.

Thinking of this, he forcibly held back the pain in his body and the humiliation from his soul, and said as calmly as possible: "Say! How can you let me go?"

"Why? I never wanted to let you go. Perhaps from the foot of Tianmen Mountain, you are already destined to die in my hands. ”

A playful smile flashed across Qin Feng's face.

"No, if you didn't kill me in the first place, it means that there is still value in using it. Our Zhong family is one of the three major families of Liuyun Pavilion. There are countless collections. You must have slain me for extortion!"

Zhong Qing said self-righteously.

"Extortion? I, Qin Feng, still need extortion? Just this green-skinned gourd is an existence that you can only look up to. ”

Qin Feng looked disdainful: "As for why I didn't kill you in the first place, I just wanted to step on you! Look at the way you are frustrated and struggling!"

After that, he slapped the ground and completely buried the other party.

As for the appearance of the curse marks one by one, Qin Feng didn't care at all, and let them fall on him.

In other words, the strength of the curse mark is related to the strength of the warrior itself.

Those martial artists in the realm of heaven and man have evolved curse marks, and they already have a tendency to turn into living beings.

Those curse marks fell on Qin Feng's body one after another. They began to merge with each other.

The appearance of the curse mark on Qin Feng's arm also changed. It became even more terrifying, like a demon sealed on its arm, extremely hideous.

The face of the demon kept changing, Zhong Qing, the man with the broken arm, the old Zhong of the RMB, etc., were exactly the appearance of the Zhong family's martial artists who had been killed by Qin Feng before.

At the same time, in an ancient hall of the Zhong family, three or five old men in black clothes were cleaning up the dust in the palace.

Crash!

In the quiet hall, the sudden sound made everyone pause, and they all turned their eyes to it.

Everyone's faces changed.

"That's the Soul Tablet on the second ladder, representing the elders of the family. Every elder is a martial artist above the Seven Tribulations of Heaven and Man, and it is definitely not a simple matter to fall for no reason. It must be reported immediately!"

One of the warriors understood the gravity of the matter and turned to leave.

It's just that before he could walk out of the Soul Palace, there was another commotion.

The warrior who was in a hurry to walk out stopped and looked over in disbelief.

This glance made him furious, and the shattered Soul Monument actually came from the first step. And it's located very far ahead.

"This is the Soul Monument of the Twelve Yuan Elder Zhong Po?"