The big bell is carved with dense runes, and there is a piece of jade inlaid on the edge, and if you look closely, it is a small skull, each of which opens its bloody mouth and spews out wisps of colorful mist, like a silk thread, surrounding the big bell.

This big bell looks exquisite, like a child's toy, but the power contained in it makes the void tremble.

But before the "Five Plagues" Ancestor could be launched, the thunder in the sky was like a stormy wave, and it slammed down!

Bang bang !!!!!!!!!

The majestic heavenly power suppressed all evil, and in an instant, all the evil in this space was swept away, and one after another cold lightning flashed in this space, like a round of sun, rising in this space.

The mighty light of the Eight Descendants illuminated all directions in an instant.

The whole world has become an endless sea of thunder.

The purple and blue light is like a huge wave, overwhelming, sweeping the heavens and the earth, sweeping everything, and there is no end in sight.

The "Five Plagues" Ancestor held the big bell in one hand and pinched a law decision in the other, and an ancient and low voice suddenly resounded throughout the space.

Boom, boom, boom......

Every time the bell rang, a gray light curtain would emerge, as if it was condensed by countless souls, and then, layers of light curtains wrapped the "Five Plagues" Ancestor, blocking all attacks from the outside world.

However, Tianwei is still unstoppable.

A curtain of light, a strange soul phantom, was destroyed by thunder in an instant!

Before he could split it, the eyes of the ancestor of the "Five Plagues" were dark, and the bronze bell in his hand began to flash red lines, and the sound of the bell was getting faster and faster, faster and faster, like a huge war drum, knock knock!

In the crackling sound, the sky became more and more thick, and in the blink of an eye, the sky and the earth turned into a gray ocean.

Rumble!

In the sky, a thunderclap sounded again, and the thunder was endless, stronger than the wave, and a terrifying aura of destruction permeated this space.

It was a mighty force, as if it were a great will, announcing destruction.

In an instant, there was a dead silence, as if the end of the world had come.

The "Five Plagues" Ancestor turned pale, and he did his best to use all his strength on this big bell, and a trace of dark purple blood gradually flowed out of his seven holes.

This is, the injury in his body has reached the extreme!

But now, even if the foundation is damaged, even if the cultivation is completely destroyed, even if the cultivation is completely destroyed, he can't stop!

This time, if he can't get through it, he will definitely die!

Thousands of years of practice, the accumulation of long years, will come to naught.

All ambition, all justice, all efforts, all everything, will be gone!

Although the "Five Plagues" were resolute, they couldn't help but have obvious dissatisfaction in their eyes.

Any monk who is in harmony with the Tao is a genius who has been tempered by thousands of tempers, and the Heavenly Tribulation is what countless monks dream of.

There are many monks, and there are even fewer people at the level of the sect master.

Although the nine major sects are all behemoths, it is also an earth-shattering thing to have an additional ancestor.

But in the Mahayana period, there are very few!

"Five Plagues" is the youngest ancestor of the Nine Great Sects, he once swept the world, once moved forward bravely, once saved the world with his own strength, once advanced by leaps and bounds, once surpassed countless geniuses, proud of the sky, and now, his Dao Tribulation is vast and vast, no matter how powerful a person is, under this mysterious and unpredictable Heavenly Dao, he is just an ant!

This is cultivation!

This is true eternal life!

Bang!

The "Five Plagues" Ancestor used all his strength to resist, and not far from the center of the Dao Tribulation, Zhan Wuji stood in the air, his clothes blown by the violent energy.

He was covered in wounds, dripping with blood, and covered in thick red hair.

Countless replicas of the Sword Ancestor pierced into his body, and blood rushed through him like a river.

Although he was seriously injured, the momentum of Zhan Wuji was still strong, he raised his arms full of blood, and the Nine Soul Knife slashed out with all his might, buzzing!

The sharp blade broke through the void, and the blood-red sword light that condensed into essence shot out in all directions.

The rumbling sound, like a stormy wave, swept away in all directions.

Seeing this, Zhan Wuji hurriedly slashed over with another sharp sword light.

At the same time, along with his thoughts, one after another, the "Ancestral Sword Clone", "Evil Slashing Axe Clone", and "Origin Qi Ding Clone" appeared from the void one by one, guarding in front of him.

The long sword was like snow, wrapped in terrifying sword qi, and slashed fiercely on the thunder.

The [Demon Slaying Axe] is simple and unremarkable, and the sharpness is incomparable, as if it wants to split this violent thunder.

The characters on the [Source Gas Furnace] are transformed into beautiful and moving women one after another.

Bang bang!!

With an earth-shattering roar, the blood-colored sword light was quickly shattered, and the replica of the "Ancestral Sword Technique" was also shattered like a bubble, and the "Demon Killing Axe" also fell apart. The [Source Gas Furnace] shattered and disappeared.

Purple lightning lit up the sky, causing the lightning to stagnate for a moment, and then like a huge waterfall, it crashed down.

Seeing this scene, Zhan Wuji's face changed greatly, and his face also sank, because he knew that his strength was definitely the peak!

The current [Last Path Overturning] is as powerful as an immortal method!

But in this situation now, not to mention in the middle of this tribulation, even if it is outside, it is difficult to move an inch, let alone in the middle of this tribulation, causing harm to the ancestor of the "five plagues"!

What's more, in this case, he will be able to persist in a few breaths, and the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder is endless, and there is no possibility at all, until the "Five Plagues" Ancestor survives this Heavenly Tribulation!

Just as he was thinking about it, the breath of death on Zhan Wuji's body spread like smoke, and the terrible thunder tribulation had already descended in front of him.

Zhan Wuji did not hesitate at all, and directly cast an ancient spell, and there were words in his mouth: "The people in the world are afraid of me!" ”

As his voice sounded, one thunderbolt after another, like a torrent, rumbled on Zhan Wuji's body.

The purple and blue lightning was bright, like the sun, turning into thousands of thundersnakes, quickly swimming in Meng Qi's body, and was sucked into his body without leaving a trace.

Red hairs fluttered across the sky and turned to ashes in the thunder.

The red hair on Zhan Wuji's body was quickly washed away by the power of the Heavenly Tribulation, and the Sword Ancestor Replica in his body was also destroyed by the power of the Heavenly Tribulation, trembling and dissipating, and the serious injuries he had suffered before were also healing rapidly.