Fighting with Yunchen, he was invaded by the power of death and could not be expelled, Han Chaoyang chose to break his arm heroically.

A miserable scream attracted the sideways attention of the monk surnamed Xu. It didn't matter if he saw Han Chaoyang covering his bloody right shoulder, he was startled, and he couldn't care about the piece of purple sunflower yuan gold that the clay figure turned into, and swept back in front of Han Chaoyang like an arrow.

"Brother Han, are you alright? Hurry up, this is the elixir to stop bleeding!"

Han Chaoyang's bloody hand snatched the medicine bottle from the hand of the monk surnamed Xu, and poured it into his mouth desperately.

The monk surnamed Xu didn't care about feeling sorry for his elixir, but cautiously stared at Yunchen and the clay figure that had re-transformed into a human form.

"I'm angry, too!" Han Chaoyang looked at his bloody right shoulder, his eyes split. His bloodshot eyes were staring at Yunchen fiercely, if he could, he really wanted to be able to swallow Yunchen alive now.

After half a life, today's Yunchen in the last free realm actually capsized in the ditch and lost an arm, how could he not hate?

Losing an arm, there is no doubt that his overall strength will decrease.

There are only two ways to recover this arm. There are some spiritual objects that can regenerate severed limbs, but such strange things have always been hard to come by, and the hope is very slim. The other way is to make a breakthrough in the realm of the gods, and advance to the great cultivator, when you reach that realm, it is naturally not a problem to regenerate the severed limbs, but is that realm so easy to enter?

Therefore, if there is no accident and Han Chaoyang loses an arm, it will be an important event that will affect his life.

"I want you dead!" the angry Han Chaoyang roared and began to form seals, and then sadly realized that he was missing an arm, and some magic seals could no longer be formed. This discovery made him crazy, and he was even more determined to kill Yunchen to vent his anger.

"Brother Han is not angry, and let me take this breath for you!" The monk surnamed Xu comforted the roaring Han Chaoyang again and again, urging the bronze bell, and a shocking roar sounded, and a sound wave swung towards Yunchen quickly.

Yunchen was taken aback, and the sound waves that came were extremely powerful and penetrating, causing a roar to appear in his mind, and the whole person was shaky.

He bit his tongue violently, and the pain strengthened his spirits.

This kind of bell frightened him. Although he saw the monk surnamed Xu using this bronze bell to deal with the clay figurines just now, after all, the target was not him, and he didn't feel much of it. When you actually hit this bell, it's a terrible thing that will force people and souls out of their bodies.

"Get up!" A soft shout, different forces intertwined, and a field of different forces instantly appeared.

While deploying the comprehensive protection of the alien force field, Yunchen did not dare to be careless, after all, his strength had been almost consumed. He sat cross-legged and silently recited a scripture.

In the past, when the Origin Evil Spirit wanted to forcibly occupy his body, Li Taixuan once passed on a mantra to calm his mind and calm his mind, and now it can also come in handy.

"If you have some ability, you can withstand a few hits!" Yunchen was able to resist the intrusion of the bell, and the monk surnamed Xu was slightly surprised. His bronze bell is a magic weapon that imitates an artifact that is famous for the Mighty Earthquake side, and the bell sound emitted can kill anyone below the Divine Realm when it is unexpected, and it is even enough to affect the Great Monk. It is not surprising that the clay figure whose body is purple sunflower yuan gold can withstand this kind of bell, why can Yunchen withstand this kind of bell?

The dull and deafening bells rang one after another, and the sound waves visible to the naked eye swung towards Yunchen.

Outside the field of different forces, the sludge was constantly being lifted away, layer after layer. All of this mud was covered in the field of different forces, forming a ball of mud dozens of feet in size.

"Shhh The bell rang so many times, it was enough to shake a Channeling Realm cultivator's body to pieces, but Yunchen could still sit there cross-legged.

"What is the power that blocks the power of the Mourning Heart Bell?" the monk surnamed Xu said to himself, he knew very well that the power of the Mourning Heart Bell had definitely not really fallen on Yunchen, and under the Great Monk, no one could be so calm in front of the Mourning Heart Bell.

"That's it, I have to go all out to urge a heart bell today!" "The monk surnamed Xu secretly made a decision, looking at the clay figure that was moving this way, he had a strange and inexplicable smile on his face.

"Brother Han, be careful, I'm going to send out all the power of the Death Bell!"

Han Chaoyang was slightly taken aback, nodded, and began to close his eyes to block the six senses.

The monk surnamed Xu bit the tip of his right index finger, wrote a blood talisman on the heart bell, and then recited the incantation on his mouth.

The bell began to tremble violently, making a low humming sound of its own.

Under the urging of the monk surnamed Xu, the heart bell emitted a majestic and powerful sound, like an eternal vibration. With this sound, the mire within thousands of feet rolled outward, and the surrounding space shattered.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the clay figure instantly returned to its main body, turning into a piece of purple sunflower yuan gold hanging on the swamp and floating and sinking outward.

Yunchen sat in the abnormal force field, and clearly saw a huge and incomparably large force impacting the abnormal force field. He had the heart to maintain this alien field, and he couldn't stop the power of that powerful force.

The power of the bell, like a sharp blade, is strangling everything in front of it. Although the field of alien force is strong, it is also torn to pieces by this force.

"Boom!"

Finally, that force forcibly penetrated the abnormal force field, and slammed into Yunchen's body with great speed, not to mention that Yunchen was out of the abnormal force field, and he was thrown back tens of thousands of feet.

"It's done!" The monk surnamed Xu confidently stretched out his hand to summon back the heart bell, and said: "This blow can almost kill most of the cultivators of the Divine Realm, just one Yunchen, hehe......"

Han Chaoyang stared, covered his ears, and kept shaking his head. Although the blow of the Dead Heart Bell just now was not directed at him, the impact of that sound on him was actually not small, and he couldn't hear any sound at all now.

"Brother Han, wait a minute, I'll go get the things!" The monk surnamed Xu glanced at Han Chaoyang's unbearable appearance, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he began to secretly calculate in his heart. As long as he obtains the treasure on Yunchen's body for the sect, it is not a dream to ascend to the sky in one step, and then he will really enter the eyes of those big people, at that time, he and this Han Chaoyang can be regarded as people of two worlds.

The more he thought about it, the more hot the monk surnamed Xu's heart became, and he was secretly glad that he had run the right way.

Han Chaoyang couldn't hear the words of the monk surnamed Xu at all now, but he could see the monk surnamed Xu running in the direction where Yunchen fell.

In an instant, his mind began to fly: the Holy Yang Orb was lost from his hand, and he came to capture Yunchen today, one for the Divine Palace Treasure, and the other for the purpose of retrieving the Orb. Only in this way can you wash away your sins, if this credit falls into the hands of the monk surnamed Xu, who is already half-useless, I am afraid that it will be difficult to get ahead again.

"I even lost one of my arms, how can I make a wedding dress for others in vain! I hope you know each other, otherwise, don't blame me for ignoring morality!" Han Chaoyang half-squinted, looking at the back of the monk surnamed Xu, and a fierce color flashed in his eyes.

But he said that the piece of purple sunflower yuan gold swept far away with the impact of the bell, until he felt that he was no longer in danger, he turned into a human form again, standing on the swamp and staring at the monk surnamed Xu who was running.

He had already become jealous of the monk surnamed Xu, and he didn't dare to come forward to provoke him easily, but he was unwilling, and soon, he set his eyes on Han Chaoyang, who had lost an arm.

Han Chaoyang was also paying attention to the clay figure turned into Zikui Yuanjin, and when he saw the clay figure glancing at him, he slowly sank back into the swamp, and there was no sound, and he was also secretly relieved.

"I know I'm scared, do you want to run? Hehe, your body is Zikui Yuanjin, since I met you, how can you let it go easily?"

Han Chaoyang secretly thought about the next thing, he had already planned, first seek the treasure of the Divine Palace, and then collect the purple sunflower yuan, now he just needs to think about the details of the specific implementation.

When he saw the monk surnamed Xu approaching the place where Yunchen fell, Han Chaoyang suddenly felt that the swamp under his feet was slightly undulating. He was a very alert man, and as soon as he noticed something strange under his feet, he immediately screamed that something was wrong and flew into the air.

As his legs left the ground, the mud flew from the swamp where he had just stood, and a pair of mud hands poked out.

"Evil obstacles, I don't know whether I live or die!" Han Chaoyang reprimanded, he was afraid, as long as he slowed down, he was afraid that he would be caught by those clay figures.

"I have to beat you back to your original form!" his eyes were cold, and he immediately launched a counterattack with the Holy Yang Heavenly Skill, and turned into a great sun and sky light and crashed down.

With a roar of rage, the clay figure sank deep into the swamp.

"Hmph, with such a little ability, dare to provoke me, I really don't know whether to live or die!"

Han Chaoyang hung back in the air, carefully paying attention to the movement below. He knew that since the clay figure had made a move, he would definitely not give up easily.

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