A half-human, half-beast monster, a strange bell, a smiling dotted line, extending from the corner of the mouth to the corner of the eye, disappeared without a trace, a pair of eyes squeezed into a slit, narrow slit, from this gap revealed a terrifying light, like a cold tentacle, slowly approaching Han Chuang's heart.

Before it could penetrate his heart, the cold began to stir his heart.

He couldn't help but shudder, everyone was like him.

"What do you want to do?" he said vigilantly, the soft sword in his hand, ready to attack at any moment, even if he felt that his hands were weak and his legs were weak, but it was not his style to sit still.

With the sword in hand, he regained his strength, but how long it would last, he didn't know, and no one could know.

In silence, the laughing dotted line suddenly found a change, the arc became larger, the sides went up, the center went down, as if it had become half of a circle.

Suddenly, the nightmare rang the bell.

Han Chuang had heard many kinds of bells, he had heard the rapid sound of the death knell of the Qingzhu Sect, the quiet and peaceful bells in the temple, and the festive bells on the tower of Yunzhou City, but he had never heard this kind of bell.

The sound was not loud, but it was like explosives exploding in his ears, and his ears were buzzing, sometimes like a resentful woman crying, sometimes like a warrior singing, and then an inexplicable feeling of dizziness struck him, and he almost couldn't stand on his feet.

No! I can't fall, I won't wake up if I do!" he said to himself, and then tiredness and dizziness hit his brain like a tidal wave.

He began to feel like he was deprived of oxygen, and this appearance was extremely dangerous.

At this moment, Jin Sanfu's exclamation came from his ears: "This is the Falling Soul Bell! It's the Falling Soul Bell of a Strange Treasure! Hurry up and calm down, hold Yuan Shouyi, don't be left behind!"

What?

How can a demon beast drive a strange treasure?

Han Chuang didn't understand and didn't want to believe this, but the facts found that in front of him, it was clear and clear, and there was no room for any concealment and questioning.

The strong feeling of dizziness was not a delusion in a dream, let alone a building in a building, but something real enough to cause the warrior to faint, and for a while, fear crawled into his heart, like a poisonous vine, wrapping around his heart.

According to what Jin Sanfu said, he concentrated and calmed down, holding Yuan Shouyi.

But the defense line that has been torn apart, how can it be easily re-strengthened, the dizziness is like a flood bursting the embankment, rushing, wave after wave, endless.

Death was so close that Han Chuang panicked, and it was a matter of course, no one was not afraid of death - when he looked back, everyone was shaking.

What should I do?

What should I do?

At this moment, Xiao Bai's voice suddenly sounded: "To suppress the sonic attack, you can only use the same sonic attack to try to counteract the sound wave of the Falling Soul Bell." ”

If this voice found a light for Han Chuang, who was struggling to move forward in the dark, his eyes lit up, and he immediately had an idea.

After concentrating and calming down, Han Chuang ran the five fists of the I Ching with all his strength until his strength was at its peak, his lips opened, and the sound of the dragon's groan erupted.

The sound of the wind mixed with the bell came, just like the sound of the wind mixed with countless strange sounds, like the thunder of war drums, the roar of tigers and apes, and the wailing of resentful women, the low groans of warriors, and the mixed sounds, which shook people's hearts, and the dragon roar made by Han Chuang was like a sharp needle that pierced the sound of glamour, Jin Sanfu and the others felt like hungry and thirsty people, and suddenly saw a clear spring lying down, and their spirits were shocked.

The dragon's moan reached the nightmare's ears like a tsunami, and it frowned slightly, the arc of laughter flattened, the rhythm of the wrist changed, and the bell became more rapid.

Suddenly, a strong wind swept up a boulder on the ground and smashed it towards Han Chuang, at this time Han Chuang was controlling Long Yin wholeheartedly, and he didn't pay attention to the boulder coming, seeing that the boulder was about to hit his body, the sword wind was whistling, the sword light was blazing, Nie Qingqing was in a crisis, when in front of Han Chuang, a sword split the boulder into two pieces, and at the same time, because of his strong luck, he shocked out a mouthful of blood.

Han Chuang asked Nie Qingqing with his eyes, and she cast a reassuring gaze, and Han Chuang continued to maintain the dragon chant.

The sound waves emitted by the bell of the Falling Soul Bell and the dragon's chant were almost visible to the naked eye, and the air seemed to be torn apart by these sound waves, and the two sound waves collided in the center like a sea tide, stalemate, which made Han Chuang feel a little surprised, in his opinion, no matter how powerful his dragon fist was, it was impossible to compare with the previous treasure.

He didn't know that the demon beast couldn't trend the strange treasure, but this nightmare was a special case for mental control, but the special case was only a special case after all, although it could drive the strange treasure, but the power was much worse than that of a human drive.

Only then did Han Chuang resist the bell with the sound of a dragon's groan, but this was far from enough.

I saw the nightmare smile coldly, and the hand that pulled the bell rope jumped more and more rapidly, and the bell sounded more and more urgently, as if someone was beating a war drum in the sky.

Flutter!

Han Chuang spurted out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, the dragon chant was interrupted, and the sound wave formed by the bell was pressed.

The heavens and the earth changed color, the sand flew away, a strong wind blew, several Buddha statues fell to the ground, fell to pieces, and finally someone could not bear the pressure, screamed, and hit the broken pillar beside him with his head, and blood splashed everywhere.

These warriors would rather die than become puppets of nightmares.

The wind was raging, the ground was dark and the sky was dark, Han Chuang only felt that his body was shaking, and his mind was blank, and at this moment, a beautiful sound of the piano suddenly sounded in his ears, like a ray of sunlight piercing the dark clouds, so that the haze that lingered on him was completely dispelled.

"It's Snow!"

Han Chuang reacted immediately, the person who can play this kind of piano sound, except for Lin Jiangxue, there is nothing else, he looked back, Lin Jiangxue really sat cross-legged on the ground, Yaoqin was placed in front of him, his eyes were slightly closed, and the slender jade hands of the two were plucking the strings, and the sound waves were visibly released with the naked eye, which was worthy of resisting the sound of the piano.

Han Chuang's eyes lit up, and he thought in his heart: "My dragon chant is only released by personal true qi, but her piano sound can be released by relying on Yaoqin, looking at the current posture, she is still at ease, I'm afraid that Nightmare is not its opponent, but when did Jiang Xue become so powerful?"

Just as they were confused, they suddenly saw two people walking out of the shadows in the distance, one old and one young, one black and one white, who were the two puppets that blocked their way just now.

Han Chuang secretly screamed badly.

Sure enough, as soon as Nightmare saw the two of them coming, he immediately gave them a real look, and the two of them came towards Lin Jiangxue with an iron fan and an iron pen.

Although it is a puppet and the like, it seems to have retained the previous kung fu, and the martial spirit of the iron fan and the iron pen appeared behind him.

Han Chuang wanted to let these two people interrupt Lin Jiangxue's piano sound, these people had only one way to die, and immediately gritted their teeth, bullied themselves, and burst the soft sword to the extreme, dancing like a wild silver snake.

If these two people want to hurt Lin Jiangxue, they have to pass him, their expressions did not change, and they met Han Chuang, although it was impossible to take all his sword moves, but they could only receive real moves, and arbitrary false moves were drawn on the body, and the left and right were just bleeding.

The soft sword cut through their skin, dripping with blood, but the two of them continued to attack Han Chuang frantically as if they didn't know what the pain was.

Han Chuang used a soft sword to resist the attacks of the two, it was very difficult, you must know that these two people have half-step concentration cultivation, and they are not afraid of death, and their moves are incredible.

The young man's iron fan is okay to say, just pay attention to the bone nail in the fan, but the old man's iron pen is very powerful, a pair of iron pens can point to the acupoints everywhere with every move, this pair of pen stabbing the hole of kung fu Han Chuang is unheard of, and even if it weren't for the old man's puppet body, the moves are not flexible enough, I am afraid that Han Chuang has died under his iron pen at this moment.

At this moment, Han Chuang could only rely on devouring the true qi of the martial soul to make up for the consumption, even so, he could only parry.

Liu Qingfu couldn't help but secretly panic when she saw that these two people were forcing Han Chuang to be in a mess, but she was held down by the sound wave, and she couldn't break free, and thought to herself: "It seems that I can only use that thing." ”

The left hand touched in her arms, and she felt the Buddha beads that the monk gave her, and according to the handprint that the monk gave her later, the Buddha beads bloomed with a brilliant white light, which was like a light gauze mist, shrouded in Liu Qingfu's body, and for a while, Liu Qingfu only felt that her body was light, and she got rid of the shackles of sound waves.

Liu Qingfu was overjoyed in her heart, and saw that Han Chuang was a little shaky, and immediately shouted: "I'll help you!"

With Liu Qingfu joining, Han Chuang felt the pressure lighter, found a gap, and said to Liu Qingfu: "You deal with the young man, I will deal with the old man." ”

Liu Qingfu nodded, grabbed the young man's side, and snorted two palms to lure him away, leaving only Han Chuang and the old man in the field.

Jin Sanfu took his last breath and shouted: "This old man is the sand thief Wang Zhao who crisscrossed the Karakum Desert twenty years ago. ”

Han Chuang smiled and said, "Got it." Suddenly, he used a move of the Qingzhu Sect's "Alone in the Blue Sky", and the originally simple swordsmanship was in his hands, as if he had been reborn, pointing at the seven major points of the old man.

With the support of sword intent, the supplement of true qi, and the understanding of swordsmanship, any sword technique in Han Chuang's hands can exert great power, this hand alone in the blue sky can only have one sword and one acupoint, but in his hands it can be one sword and seven acupoints.

Just heard the sound, between the lightning and flint, the trembling tip of the sword has been pointed on the tip of the pen, and then the tip of the pen has not been able to block the tip of the sword, I saw the tip of the sword trembling slightly, and immediately slashed from the side, stabbing the old man's right wrist Yang Chi acupoint.

The Yangchi acupoint is the place where the palm and the arm are connected, and it is very important for the martial artist who uses the judge's pen, similar to the swordsmanship, the judge's pen is extremely dependent on the flexibility of the wrist, and even more than that, Han Chuang's sword stabbed the old man's Yangchi acupoint, and he immediately couldn't hold the iron pen.

The old man took off his weapon, and he didn't pick it up, just threw a punch, Han Chuang sneered: "The weapon has fallen, and you dare to run rampant?" Then thinking that the old man was just a puppet, he couldn't help but smile, and with a flick of his wrist, a sword flower was thrown out, and the fist was immediately twisted into pieces.

The old man's face was furious, and his arms were outstretched, and he pounced like a bird of prey. Suddenly, the sword light flashed, and Han Chuang stabbed at the old man's left side with a move of "throwing stones to ask for directions".

This move was just right, it was when the old man's palm was about to be imprinted on his chest, and in desperation, the old man turned his palm into a claw, and a soft sword with a claw towards Han Chuang, trying to screw the soft sword with strong true qi.

How could Han Chuang let him get his wish, as soon as the sword blade turned, it was slashed flat, and when he heard a hiss, blood splashed everywhere, and the four fingers of the old man's right hand were immediately cut off.

Because of the puppet, he didn't have any painful reaction, but the move was inevitably suffocated, Han Chuang flashed, the sword went sideways, and he saw a flash of sword light, and a blood mark appeared on the old man's neck.

After all, the old man is not a steel puppet, but a flesh and blood body, and the person is not dead, but in the dream realm, the soul was devoured by the nightmare, Han Chuang's sword is enough to make a living person lose his life, and naturally this old man will die.

I saw him turn his head, his gray eyes seemed to be staring at Han Chuang, and his body swayed, as if he might fall down at any time.

Han Chuang frowned, ready to make up for the sword, but at this moment, a hissing sound that did not look like a human came from the old man's throat, and then his body fell to the ground with a bang.

Han Chuang did not immediately relax his vigilance, and still stood with his sword in his hand, until he was sure that the old man was indeed dead, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at it, the battle between Liu Qingfu and the young man has also come to an end.

The young man's iron fan kung fu is very good, and the bone nail is even more powerful, but what he met is Liu Qingfu, Liu Qingfu's flat wave flowing cloud palm once it is unfolded, if the blue sea is tidal, gushing, directly oppressing him in a very small space, and after a few moves, Liu Qingfu found a gap, elbow out of the palm, a palm imprinted on the young man, he suddenly flew out upside down like a kite with a broken line, fell to the ground, the sternum was sunken, the mouth spit blood, and there was no life when he saw it.

Seeing this, Jin Sanfu couldn't help but be overjoyed, and while resisting the Falling Soul Bell, he said: "Now go and solve the nightmare, it's not a real nightmare, it's just a wisp of soul used to control the Falling Soul Bell." ”

Hearing this, Han Chuang couldn't help but be secretly frightened, and thought to himself, "The thing that almost killed us in one fell swoop is not a real nightmare, so how terrifying is the real nightmare?"

Xiaobai's voice sounded: "The master doesn't have to worry too much, this nightmare can only exert its power in dreams, this wisp of remnant soul can almost take you down, or because of the strange treasure soul bell, if there is no bell, the remnant soul is vulnerable."

Han Chuang was a little relieved, strode over to the Nightmare Remnant Soul, and said, "It's all over!"

Just as he was about to swing his sword, he suddenly saw a strange smile from Nightmare, and his body became transparent.

"Attack it, it's leaving!" Jin Sanfu yelled, this remnant soul had made him so embarrassed, he wanted to break it into pieces, how could he let it leave so easily.

When Han Chuang heard this, he immediately stabbed out with a sword, but it stabbed a piece of air - the soft sword passed through the nightmare's body, and there was no sense of stabbing the entity.

Jin Sanfu yelled: "Use fire!"

"I'm coming!"

Chopping Yuan roared, and the golden wire ring knife was raised above his head, and a scorching flame condensed in the blade. As soon as the knife was slashed, I heard a roar that was not like a human being in the void, and the phantom seemed to be vaporized, turning into curling green smoke, and it disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in a short time.

With a bang, the Soul Falling Bell fell to the ground, the bell stopped suddenly, Lin Jiangxue's piano stopped at the same time, only to hear a flutter, she sprayed a mouthful of blood on the piano, and her body was about to fall down as soon as she was weak.

Han Chuang's eyes were quick, he grabbed her side and grabbed her arm.

"How are you?"

Lin Jiangxue didn't answer, raised her head slightly, and two cold lights were released from her originally weak eyes: "Let go of me!"

Han Chuang immediately let Lin Jiangxue go.

"I'm worried you're wrong. ”

Lin Jiangxue didn't speak, she put away the yaoqin by herself, carefully wrapped it in a cloth, put it behind her, and then walked to the corner without a glance.

Seeing this, Jin Sanfu smiled and said, "Don't worry, Brother Li, Jiang Xue is fine, it's just that I've been fighting against the Falling Soul Bell for too long, and my mind is too consuming." ”

Han Chuang sighed, walked slowly to Jin Sanfu's side, and said, "What now?"

Jin Sanfu said: "Let's go first, if you guess correctly, there will be the first cut-off point here." ”

Han Chuang nodded.

The group walked slowly into the temple, and in Han Chuang's eyes, everything was the same as when he first entered here, the gray ancient building was already dilapidated, but it was still vaguely visible the solemnity and grandeur of the year.

The stone steps are covered with moss, which looks a little desolate and lonely, and along this bleak and lonely path, when you walk into the building, the first thing that catches your eye is a Buddha statue, and the gold leaf on the surface is peeling off, revealing the bronze inside.

Despite its dilapidation, the statue still stands tall above the grief and folly of humanity, and is surrounded by reliefs and murals depicting the Shalaba people fighting nightmares.

"Alright, this is it. Han Chuang pointed to the murals around him and said.

Jin Sanfu paced to the mural, looked at the pictures carefully for a while, and then dragged his chin and said, "This is the temple of the Shalaba tribe, I didn't expect the nightmare to conjure it up." ”

"Is there something wrong?" Han Chuang asked.

Jin Sanfu said: "Judging from these pictures, the Nightmare and the Shalaba are mortal enemies, why did it conjure up a mortal enemy city?"

"Show off. Nie Qingqing answered: "Maybe it's showing off its great achievements." After a pause, he continued: "From now on, the battle between the Shalaba and the Nightmare is likely to end in the defeat of the Shalaba and the destruction of the entire clan, and this city is a military medal for the Nightmare to show off his military exploits, I think so." ”

Jin Sanfu held his chin in his hand and said in a low voice: "This is not unreasonable. ”

He paced slowly to the Buddha statue, stopped not understanding, and stared at the Buddha statue with his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Han Chuang asked, he suddenly had a feeling that Jin Sanfu in front of him had become another person, a stranger.

Jin Sanfu smiled slightly, pointed to the Buddha statue and said, "I said something wrong, it turned out that it was wrong here." ”

His eyes fell on the Buddha statue, and Han Chuang said puzzledly: "What's wrong?" In his opinion, this Buddha statue is really just right, and it couldn't be more normal.

Jin Sanfu shook his head and said: "The shape of this Buddha statue is the shape of the Middle Earth Shenzhou, and although the Shalaba people believe in Buddhism, they believe in the slimming Buddha of the Western Regions, and this Buddha is too fat." He laughed as he spoke, and if I guessed correctly, this was one of the cut-offs for the destruction of the city.

Han Chuang's expression immediately became serious.

"What am I going to do?"

"Break it. ”

Han Chuang nodded, and slashed out the soft sword as a big knife, only to hear a sound, the sword qi hit the top of the Buddha statue's head, splashing a spark, and the Buddha statue that he thought would be split immediately did not move, Han Chuang couldn't help but be frightened.