With the chaos of heaven and earth aura, countless blood beads began to gradually condense.

In addition to a few circles suspended in all directions, the beads that were connected into threads began to pile up, blend, and finally become a bell.

Scarlet bells.

"Listen to the bell!"

A shocking voice came.

Wang Hu, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head and exclaimed in shock.

Yin Wuyi chuckled and said, "It is worthy of being a disciple of the academy, and he actually knows the extremely powerful bell between heaven and earth, but unfortunately, listening to the heavenly bell is still in Laojunguan, and this bell in this seat comes from another place, called the Demon Bell."

When Wang Hu heard this, his expression froze, and he muttered, "Demon Suppression Bell..... Listen to the bell.... What is the connection between the two?"

Yin Wuyi didn't pay attention to it, just looked at the little girl on the other side.

It's a shame.

With this level of demonity, any sect in the entire Spirit Desolation will do whatever it takes her away.

But today, the little girl's heart is firm, and the Yin Demon Array and the Demon Suppression Bell come out together, and no one can come out alive in Lishan.

...

Wang Hu's eyes were messy, desperately searching for memories.

Listen to the bell...

Demon Suppression.

What is the relationship between the two?

"Lord Ghost Saint, I have never heard of a bell in the name of the demon town, the whole spiritual wilderness is clear, there are ten spiritual treasures in the world, except for one of the nine holy places, the remaining one is in Lao Junguan, that is to listen to the heavenly bell, this bell can vibrate, there is a sound of Zen, can help people practice, and if it is used to trap people, no one in the whole world can break free... This town in the hands of adults.... Demon bell, and listen to the heavenly bell..."

Wang Hu couldn't help but ask again.

Scholars, shameless to ask, have already gone deep into the bones, even if he bends his knees, he will not change.

The words fell.

Yin Wuyi laughed loudly, and let the big array evolve on its own, gradually enveloping the Qingluan bird.

Then, he said slowly: "Lao Junguan Tingtianling is indeed famous in the world, and it has been called the ten treasures of the world, but this bell is not worse than the power, when Laojunguan had two Taoists of Yin and Yang, it was a pair of young disciples of Laojunguan who were amazing and peerless in the world, and they became one of the strongest people in the world in a hundred years, but there is only one Tingtianling, do you know, who inherited Tingtianling in the end?" Wang Hu said in a trembling voice: "It turns out that this matter is related to the Laojun Guan Guan Lord a hundred years ago, but the disciple heard that listening to the heavenly bell was finally obtained by the Yang Dao people."

Yin Wuyi sneered and said: "Hmph, righteous gentlemen, but they are all sanctimonious guys, compared with my Yin Netherworld Sect, they are all brighter, that person actually did not hesitate to plot against his own brother for a spiritual treasure, so that *** people can only hide underground for the rest of their lives."

Wang Hu looked sluggish.

These secret things, even if he came from the academy, are unknown.

Now it seems that this demon bell is indeed related to Lao Junguan's listening bell.

It's just too late to ask.

There was a change in the field, and Wang Hu looked at it.

I saw that the bell condensed by bloodless beads emitted bursts of blood light, and came to the top of the Qingluan bird at an unimaginable speed.

The latter raised his head to the sky and roared, and spread his wings.

Countless terrifying winds were born between heaven and earth, and then intertwined and surrounded, turning into a tornado under the rotation of the Qingluan bird.

Rumble!

The tornado collides with the blood light.

The bright light sprinkled in the air, and with the chirping of the Qingluan bird, the blood light of the demon bell was knocked away.

"Damn!"

Yin Wujiao, who was talking eloquently, did not dare to separate his mind again, although there was a yin evil array and a demon bell, but Qingluan Bird was a heaven and earth divine beast after all.

Just the previous blow caused some tremors in the large array, and there were even signs of collapse in a few places.

Yin Wuyi didn't dare to be careless, and urged the spiritual power again, and black gas poured into the bell.

The clouds that had been broken through by the arrival of the Qingluan bird condensed again

to obscure the great sun above the sky.

The entire Lishan Mountain fell into darkness.

Bite!

The Demon Bell made a crisp bell.

The voice was crisp and cold, and the whole world seemed to come to a standstill in an instant.

Wang Hu's eyes shrank, and he looked at the scene in front of him in shock.

Gravel, remnants of wood suspended in mid-air, motionless.

The huge Qingluan bird opened its mouth wide, and its huge wings swung at an extremely slow speed, as if it were three times slower than normal movements.

Those attacks became a little ridiculous in Wang Hu's eyes, and he even felt that even if he stood in front of that divine beast, he could dodge it.

This is the Demon Bell?

In an instant, Wang Hu came to his senses.

How could the ghost saint of the Yin Netherworld Sect possess such an anti-heaven spiritual treasure that could change the flow of time.

What a horror it is.

If he had this kind of treasure, a hundred years ago, when Wen Ruohai came to Lishan to preach, it would be impossible to destroy the Yin and Netherworld Sect.

You must know that Wen Ruohai at that time was just a sage realm.

He did not attain the realm of saints.

It is impossible for the Netherworld Sect to have this treasure.

Is it the master who has no blame for giving up the physical body of Sun John?

Or are they other practitioners?

Wang Hu's eyes revealed countless puzzles.

It's just that in the middle of the field, Yin Wuyi didn't care about the ants kneeling on the ground at all.

His mind was all immersed in the demon bell, and at the same time, a trace of awe flashed in the sea of knowledge.

Three months ago, someone came to Lishan and gave himself this rare spiritual treasure in the world.

When he saw the demon bell for the first time, Yin Wuyi couldn't suppress the tremor in his heart, he was a ghost cultivator, his soul was fragile, and he only dared to fight far away with people.

But if you encounter a sword cultivator, a martial artist with such a speed and an extremely strong physical body.

As long as they are close, even if the realm is much higher, they will be killed by those madmen.

And the bell that man gave himself was originally a spiritual treasure that was counted in heaven and earth.

Defense, trapping people, unparalleled in the world.

What's more, Yin Wuyi has a long history with that treasure, and even in a sense, it is still the family heirloom of his Yin family.

"Just use the demon bell in Lishan, and after the matter is completed, this thing will be returned to its original owner." The man said very indifferently.

Then he turned and left.

Yin Wuyi hunched his body, and he didn't dare to come out.

For a thought arose in his heart, as if he had to ask more, or refuse...

Then the next moment, life and death will be gone.

Although the man looked breezy and had no breath all over his body, he did not look like a cultivator at all.

But the red blood stains on the demon bell are reminded all the time.

I was able to get this bell from Lao Junguan.

That meant that person's realm cultivation had already reached the heavens, or maybe even the masters of the nine holy lands were slightly inferior.

There is a rumor in the spiritual wilderness.

There are immortals in the Taoist temple.

This Taoist temple is not the Kunlun Ancestral Garden, nor is it the Yaochi Wonderland.

It's not a Taoist sect.

It is the old gentleman's view on Yunmeng Mountain.

In the view, there are immortals.