Everyone was puzzled, not understanding what the words of the hidden old man meant, but Zun Twelve's body trembled, and he looked at the hidden old man with some doubts, and the palm that was falling stopped in mid-air for a short time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Could it be that the launch of the so-called eclipse tribulation requires the approval of a certain existence, is it the existence that can kill Dao Zun?" The same thought appeared in everyone's hearts, and a cold chill flowed through their bodies in an instant.

"Our existence is really not worth mentioning, the so-called death, all it takes is a nod. "I don't know how many people suddenly have an idea in their hearts that all monks, from their beginnings to their growth, are all animals to be slaughtered in the eyes of some being.

How funny and sad this is, since embarking on the path of cultivation, it has been superhuman, and then step by step growth, and the gap with the so-called mortals is getting bigger and bigger, until they become gods, become god kings, god emperors, along the way, they have realized their dreams again and again, and to work hard for new dreams.

Their abilities are getting bigger and bigger, and there are fewer and fewer things they can't do in this world, and they are excited to see the ultimate in life.

Many people are stronger than them, better than their talents, they imitate, they are jealous, they envy, they hate, even if they struggle inwardly, the goal they pursue has never changed.

Strength, dreams, and grasping destiny, everyone goes from simple to complex, this melting pot of heaven and earth makes it difficult for everyone to help themselves, and the firm heart they thought they have forged is ruthlessly shattered at this moment.

No matter how hard the cattle and sheep in the pen work, it is difficult to break free from the collar.

"If you can't break free from this terrible fate, no matter how strong your strength is, what can you do. ”

"Hehe, the strength is still too weak, if the strength is strong and terrible, the so-called fate will also succumb. ”

"The animals in the pen, though difficult to break free, can see the owner who holds their destiny in their hands, and we still don't even know what existence is. ”

Facing the palm above that replaced the Celestial Clock, it felt like facing the real sky, as if this palm was the reproduction of the will of the sky.

"You old fellow knows nothing but a coward who remains. Zun XII was slightly puzzled in his heart, his palms pressed down faster, the whirring strong wind, the space that blew was trembling and twisting, the mountains and rivers were shattered, large black cracks emerged, and the deep darkness and random depths of his tentacles, one after another people who couldn't dodge the power of swallowing in the darkness pulled.

The smell of terror and death pervaded, and those dark cracks were like the maws of the beasts of death, chasing everyone.

"You are really a coward, you are indifferent to this, are you afraid?" Zun Twelve was determined in his heart, and said with a somewhat playful smile, "The longer you live, the more you cherish life, even if you are a powerful sage, it is inevitable." Oh, perhaps, you don't want to die with this glorious power. ”

The reclusive old man didn't speak, just looked at Ning Fei in the ring.

Everyone had doubts in their hearts, and then gradually anger and contempt arose, and the admiration and respect for the hidden old man as a saint were quickly left behind, and even many elders of the Wu clan and Ji Taiyi all showed different colors.

Only Yu Chun looked around, looking at a more distant place, his slightly furrowed brows gradually stretched, revealing a meaningful smile, and like a hidden old man, he looked up at Ning Fei in the ring.

There was a dull collision, and the huge palm that fell suddenly disappeared, and everyone was replaced by a bright light, and those crazy raging winds and cracks disappeared one by one.

"This is ......" The sudden silence and peace made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, and they all looked around in surprise.

"As far as the eye can see, the broken earth has been calmed, although the ring is still there, but the witch hall has disappeared, where have we come, it is not that we have been moved to a safe place, who is making a move. Someone whispered, but no one could answer him, everyone had come out of danger, and their minds had not yet calmed down, so how could they think about such a thing.

After a brief silence, the bell rang with a heavy vicissitudes of life at infinity above, seemingly at the end of the world and time.

"This is the interior of the Celestial Clock, and it turns out that we are guarded by the Celestial Clock. Some Wu people shouted, everyone was surprised, they didn't see the Celestial Bell shoot before, and they were protected in an instant.

"The Wu Clan's holy artifact, the Celestial Bell, is the strongest among the many holy weapons to guard and seal, as long as he is there, we are safe. ”

"Yes, although that Venerable Twelve is a Sage, he has not recovered to his peak, and the power he shows is only partial, even if the Celestial Bell can't fight against the complete Sage, but he can deal with him now. ”

As everyone gradually reassured, some people had strange thoughts in their hearts, and they exchanged with each other with vague spiritual fluctuations, discussing how to deal with the Zeus Pole Bell in the future when they clashed with the Wu Clan.

There was another sound, and in the endless distance of the surrounding bright light, there were cracks in the Dao, revealing ink-like blackness, without the fear of choosing people to devour, but there was a terrifying destruction, which was a more terrifying power than the dark void.

The whole world began to shake, and people panicked, as if they were about to enter the end of the world.

The people who were discussing the future conflict with the Wu Clan all smiled bitterly and shook their heads, it seemed that now was not the time to think about those long-term things, but looking at the power around them that was almost impossible for human beings to have, they could only sigh helplessly, it seemed that before the end of the battle between the Celestial Bell and the Zun XII, whatever they did was useless.

In the face of the power of both, they are like ants in the face of a raging storm.

The holy weapon bears the name of the saint, but it cannot be compared with the true saint, and even so, they can only look up, and that kind of power is different from them.

There is an insurmountable gap between the king and the emperor, and the gap between the saint and the emperor is even more terrifying.

There was a snort, and there was light in the distance, and the sun from the outside world was shining in.

"The Holy Instrument, how can you stop the Holy One? The voice of the Zun Twelve came, more tearing sounds appeared, a large piece of sunlight was scattered, and the Zun Twelve could already be seen standing outside like a master, just the breath released from the outside made people's bodies want to split, and their souls trembled.

"If you are worthy of being a saint, even if you are not the main body, you can break the holy weapon. "In the midst of this crisis, perhaps it is because of the feeling that there is nothing to be done, and there are people who are free and easy.

"It's really hateful, that old man is also a saint, why didn't he make a move, seeing that this Venerable Twelve was acting arbitrarily, he was indifferent. Cursing was everywhere, and even the terrifying saints were no longer afraid in the face of life and death threats at this moment.

"Die, the eclipse has begun, as long as the Holy Spirit appears, then announce the beginning of the eclipse, you humble and stupid monks, in the last moments of this life, a painful struggle. "The great hand of the Twelve reached through the broken place, and the palpitating destructive power swirled between them, like a flash of thunder, raging and open.

Cries were heard all over the place, and those God Kings and God Emperors, who were high in the eyes of mortals, were like frightened children under this terrifying power, their faces were distorted and panicked, and at this moment, they almost forgot that they were monks with great power.

"Poor and pathetic beings, even if they practice, they still can't change their nature. The palm of the Twelve did not slow down, at the moment of this fall, he had a little hesitation in his heart, he did not want to die under his hands by such a cowardly person, but the hatred of the monk deep in the bone marrow told him that there was no need to spare the slightest hand, all monks were the same.

"Suffer death, even if it is a saint, as long as the common people join forces, even the heavens can be slaughtered. The sound of not going to go appeared from the crowd one after another, and one by one they desperately used their strongest strength, like moths to a fire, and hit Zun XII.

Venerable XII was a little excited, when he had absolute power, it was unpleasant to slaughter without resistance, and a little struggle could ignite the enthusiasm in his heart.

"That's right, the deity thought you had all lost your courage. That's it, the resistance has to be a little more intense. "The palms of the Twelve were originally aimed at those who were sitting and waiting to be killed, but at this moment they turned around and struck towards the place where the resistance was fiercest and the strength was the most concentrated.

He wanted to take the strongest stance and defeat the strongest attacks of these monks, he wanted to see the disappointed and desperate expressions of these monks, although he had seen it many times, but every time he saw it, he could feel great satisfaction.

With a bang, it was like a firework shattering, but the huge palm was like an eternal myth, and it was not damaged in any way.

Despair and powerlessness crept up, followed by a storm of even more stubborn power.

As if he had seen the flame of hope, he trembled with excitement, he unleashed his power unscrupulously, gently stretched out his palm to smash the terrible power that pounced, he seemed a little cautious, afraid that if he was not careful, he would kill these ants that brought him pleasure.

An invincible, invincible mood quietly flowed in the hearts of everyone, and although there was still resistance, it was becoming less and less.

"It's like the sky is to ants...... Ji Tai's heart trembled, watching the strongest blow he hit, under the hands of Zun Twelve, it was just fireworks drifting away.

"The power of the Holy One is not a child's play. Yu Chun's whole body was like a sifting of chaff, cold sweat was gurgling, and his face was already pale, but he still had to show a calm expression.

"This is the pathetic monk, maybe if you are united, you will have the ability to destroy the heavens together, but in the face of the terrible power of heaven and earth, how many of you can ignite the spirit of war, and how many people can hold on to the end. Zun Twelve suddenly felt a little bored, and looked at Ning Fei in the ring, "The deity came out, in fact, it was just for a little ant, why has it not been solved for so long, this will be laughed at by them." ”

His palms flipped and he lunged towards the ring.

The thunderous power stabbed into the ring, making the entire ring tremble, and the strange power aura of high and low fluctuated endlessly, and Ning Fei, who was in it, felt uncomfortable for a while, as if all the power gained so far was going to be deprived, and in Wushan on the other side, the strength of one body was constantly rising.