"Crunch!" the puppet boy tilted his head, and Mu Ne's eyes looked at Xu Mu who was lying on the ground like a dead dog.

It couldn't understand why the guy, who had been running so fast, had suddenly stopped.

With its intelligence, it is obvious that it will not understand Xu Mu's current state.

But it doesn't matter, the order given to him by its owner is only to kill Xu Mu and the others.

If the target is not running, it can complete the task faster.

There are two other people waiting for it to kill.

Thinking about it, the puppet boy above the void raised his reddened fingers again.

A rich flame spiritual power condensed from its fingertips. When the golden light converges to a critical point.

"Huh!" A golden ray of light pierced the sky, with terrifying power, and pointed directly at the edge of the depleted deep pool, and Xu Mu, who had collapsed to the ground, went away.

Don't look at Xu Mu lying down all the time without moving, but his eyes are closely watching the puppet boy's every move.

At the moment when the light of its fingertips lit up.

Xu Mu was already secretly taking out the mixed yuan clock.

Seeing that golden flash about to touch his body.

"Up!"

With a loud roar, Xu Mu mobilized the remaining spiritual power in the sea of qi, frantically poured it into the Mixed Yuan Bell, and then threw it directly above him with a palm.

Then it turned into a mixed yuan bell of more than one zhang and fell directly, guarding Xu Mu.

At the same time, Jin Mang's attack also arrived.

"When!" the golden light bombarded the body of the bronze ancient bell, and a deafening roar erupted.

Fortunately, the mixed yuan bell given to Xu Mu by the Changming Daoist was not an ordinary thing, and it was forced to hit the golden light.

can be affected by this impact, and the mixed yuan bell was directly knocked away with Xu Mu, who was guarding him.

After falling into the deep pool, the other side of the cliff is gone.

"Boom!" The mountain cracked, and the mixed yuan bell was directly embedded into the mountain by the terrifying power.

With the bronze bell as the center, the entire rock wall presents a broken crack.

"My ears!" Xu Mu groaned in pain from inside the bronze bell.

Because his hearing is far beyond ordinary people, the loud sound of the bronze bell just now is tantamount to making him bear more than twice the sound impact of ordinary people.

Now, I only feel that I am almost deaf in both ears, and my brain is a mess.

But Xu Mu's suffering is not over.

Or rather, it's just getting started.

Seeing that his attack was fended off by the sudden appearance of the bronze bell, the puppet boy's next action was simple and rude.

"Huh!" "Huh!" "Huh!" "Huh!" fingers connected the dots, and one after another golden light shot like raindrops towards the bronze bell inlaid on the cliff wall.

In an instant, the mountain range was overwhelmed by a blinding golden light.

The roar of explosions came and went.

It was accompanied by the roar of the bronze bell's steel crashing.

"When!", "When!", "When!", ......

The trembling Mixed Yuan Bell shook, and a deafening sound sounded.

Xu Mu, who was in it, was miserable.

The originally sharp five senses have now become his drawbacks, and in the violent sound of waves piercing the clouds and cracking stones, he feels that his eardrums are about to burst.

Traces of blood trickled down his ears.

It's not just the loud noise that hurts Xu Muzhao.

The concussive power that passed through the Chaoyuan Bell would still cause damage to Xu Mu's body.

The entire internal organs were bombarded indiscriminately by the puppet boys, and they suffered heavy losses.

"Ahh

For a long time, the puppet boy didn't know how many attacks he shot.

Finally, the wind calmed down and the light converged.

The originally intact cliff wall has been shattered under this wave of bombardment, and the mountain range where the cliff is located has also collapsed with a bang.

The peaks hundreds of feet high are crumbling.

On the rubble-strewn ground, a cracked bronze bell was revealed.

Even if it is a high-grade magic weapon, without the blessing of the master's spiritual power, it is impossible for the Mixed Yuan Bell to exert its strongest defensive power.

As a result, the Mixed Yuan Clock also suffered a devastating blow.

This high-grade magic weapon given to Xu Mu by the Changming Daoist is half-useless.

"Gollum!" the puppet boy looked at the bronze bell that was already facing collapse with some confusion, and it was puzzled why it hadn't smashed the petite-looking bronze bell with such a dense attack.

But it doesn't matter, since the spiritual light can't shatter it, let yourself break it yourself.

Thinking of this, the figure of the puppet boy in the sky slowly descended, and landed less than three feet in front of the cracked Chaoyuan Bell.

In the mixed yuan bell, Xu Mu is now covered with blood.

The power of the shocks one after another, even his strong body was shocked out of internal injuries.

That is, he, if he was replaced by other monks, was probably already shattered by that concussive force.

However, the sharp pain in his body could not be compared to the severe damage to his ears.

Now he could not hear a sound in his ears, and he did not even notice the obvious sound of the puppet boy when it landed on the ground.

"Poof!" spurted out a mouthful of blood in his mouth.

Xu Mu sat weakly with his back against the bronze bell, staring blankly at the pitch-black bell wall.

The bronze bell was already facing collapse, and Xu Mu knew that when it was completely shattered, it would be the time when he died

"Alas. With a sigh in his heart, in the face of the absolute strength gap, Xu Mu had nothing to do.

The last trace of spiritual power in his body was used to urge the Mixed Yuan Bell.

Under the heavy blow, the body didn't even have the strength to lift one arm.

The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, which is used to describe Xu Mu's state at the moment, which is very suitable.

Xu Mu's despair didn't last long, as the puppet boy had already walked up to the bronze bell and stretched out its arm, which looked like it was only ten years old.

"Bang!"

With a wave of his arm, there was a dull concussion in the air.

The moment its fist landed on the bronze bell, under the terrifying power, the mixed yuan bell, which was already facing disintegration, without exception, was blasted to pieces.

"Span!"

Fragments of broken bronze were scattered all over the place.

Xu Mu, who was guarded in the Mixed Yuan Bell, appeared in the sight of the puppet boy.

"Come on, give me a good time!" Xu Mu, who was exhausted, didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

Looking at the puppet boy's indifferent pupils less than two steps away in front of him, Xu Mu smiled bitterly, and then closed his eyes very boldly.

Xu Mu is not a person who gives up easily, even when he faced the ghost general of the half-step body realm in the Guiru Tomb, even when he was sent down by Bi Fang to seize the thunder tribulation, he never gave up.

If there is the slightest possibility of survival, he will not give up.

But now he really has nothing to do.

The puppet boy didn't need Xu Mu to say anything at all, it would bombard him very cleanly.

Looking at Xu Mu, who was lying like mud on his face, it raised the arm that had shattered the Mixed Yuan Bell again.

Life and death are in this instant.

A very subtle change arises instantly.

Among the countless fragments of the Mixed Yuan Bell that were shattered by the puppet boy, there was one that was different from the other bronze fragments.

Because on the side of the bronze fragment, which was less than the size of a palm, there was a very faint cluster of red.

The unusually hidden Yin Hong, even Xu Mu, who was the owner of the Mixed Yuan Bell, did not notice it.

Now, in the snap of a finger after the shattering of the body of the mixed yuan clock.

The red color that was like blood suddenly erupted with a shocking aura.

At the same time, hundreds of thousands of miles away, it was on the peak of one of the twelve peaks of the ****** Gate of the Guiyuan Sect.

A middle-aged man in a yin-yang robe was originally thinking about something with his eyes closed.

However, at the moment when the Mixed Yuan Bell shattered, his eyes suddenly opened, and a fierce killing intent burst out from his ancient well-free pupils.