The runes continued to circulate, and the silver bell became more and more dazzling.

The patrol mountain continued to attack the bell wall from within, and the entire silver giant bell did not move, while its aura became weaker and weaker.

Eventually, its scarlet eyes began to dim, then a wisp of gray appeared, and the movements of its hands seemed to slow down.

But strangely, it didn't show any panic at all, it looked extremely calm, and only attacked mechanically.

Just when everyone thought that the patrol mountain was going to be captured, a mutation protruded.

About dozens of zhang high, like the heaven-like rune bell jar, a ray of light suddenly appeared.

"Ang ......"

A high-pitched dragon roar shook the sky, and the arc-shaped sound wave visible to the naked eye spread towards the five-colored afterimage clock at an extremely fast speed.

The sound of the bell and the dragon's groan met in mid-air, and suddenly formed a stream of light splashing into the distance, accompanied by a piercing "sizzle" sound, and the surrounding space continued to collapse and heal, forming a scene like destroying the world.

At the same time, due to the appearance of the blood dragon, the huge bell jar composed of runes began to crumble and annihilate, and disappeared into invisibility in less than a moment, revealing a terrifying skeleton that was half-crouched on the ground like a small mountain.

As if he had lost all his strength, he stood up with difficulty, looking at the four-clawed blood dragon that was swimming around it, constantly emitting a high-pitched dragon groan, and a hint of strange color flashed in his eyes.

He is just a wisp of divided soul, and even if his soul is destroyed here, he will not do any damage to the deity. Moreover, his strength can be said to be one of the most pinnacle monks in the entire Xuan Domain.

In this regard, Xun Shan is not worried at all, now that the goal has been achieved, even if the soul is destroyed at this time, it is considered complete.

It's just that the domineering of the blood dragon can actually compete with the Amaterasu of the Remnant Clock, although it is suppressed by the special rules here, but it is also something that he did not expect.

The patrol mountain seemed to inadvertently glance at the scholar standing in the sky, and a trace of inexplicable meaning flashed in his eyes.

After a while, he sighed, looked at the blood dragon with pity, and said in his heart:

"Born by accident, close relatives to protect, although there is a gestalt, but the distortion of the body, this seat will give you a creation, but also for the future to bury a possibility. ”

I saw it raise its white bone claw, and a black mist suddenly appeared in its palm, condensed into a drop of black water glowing with a ghostly light in the blink of an eye, and slapped it towards its keel eyebrows without hesitation.

Without any warning, the tall Hundred Refining Ghost Body of the Patrol Mountain quickly disintegrated into a short bone with the length of a human knuckle, forming a hurricane mixed with countless broken bones that swirled in place.

And in the center of the hurricane, a rather delicate pocket bone knife hovered silently.

Then, as if controlled by someone, all the bones were quickly interspersed and arranged to form a skeleton several feet long.

This is a keel with two horns and four claws, and a pocket bone knife is inserted in the center of the dragon's head eyebrows, and only a nine-petal bone flower remains outside, engraved there like an imprint.

At the moment when the keel was formed, it suddenly shrank into a three-inch mini bone dragon, and a flash appeared at the center of the blood dragon's eyebrows, which was constantly wandering the dragon's groan, and drilled into it without stopping.

Everything happened between the lightning and flint, and the blood dragon only felt a little white light attacking, and it was too late to dodge.

"Ang ......"

A wave of extreme pain surged like a tide, and the blood dragon felt as if it was about to be blown up from the inside out, and the entire dragon body protruded from time to time, twisting violently, and constantly emitted a strange "click" sound from it.

After a while, the blood dragon rose and fell rhythmically from beginning to end like a wave, and the scale armor on its body became more and more solid, and its demeanor was more majestic and full of charm than before, as if it had been reborn.

And, on the forehead of the blood dragon, a lifelike nine-petal strange flower appeared, which looked very weird.

At this time, a special coercion came from the blood dragon, and the remnants of the spirit beasts in the entire Hundred Beast Valley all crawled on the ground, as if they were worshipping in the direction of the island in the middle of the lake, trembling all over.

In this interval of transformation, the sound waves emitted by the five-colored afterimage bell attacked the blood dragon, and under the precaution, the blood dragon's body seemed to have been plowed over, and the dragon scales all over the body turned upside down, and the flesh and blood were splashed.

If it hadn't just undergone a metamorphosis, it might have been more seriously injured.

However, the pain at this time is nothing more than before.

The blood dragon also came back to its senses, the dragon head turned to the empty ground, let out a terrible dragon groan from its mouth, and quickly swam towards the afterimage bell, its body instantly swelled more than ten times on the way, and swept away with the dragon's tail with the momentum of wind and thunder.

Where the dragon's tail passed, the space collapsed, and bursts of thunder rang out.

The five-color afterimage clock rotated slightly, rapidly becoming larger, emitting five-colored light, and facing the dragon's tail without any fancies.

"Boom"

I only heard an earth-shattering loud noise, and the five-colored afterimage clock shook in the air, and continued to hit it without slowing down at all.

There was another loud bang, accompanied by the sound of "click" breaking, and the blood dragon was thrown away like a cannonball, only to see that its whole body was flowing with sticky dragon blood, and the dragon's body bowed up like a shrimp, and fell heavily on the edge of the cliff, collapsing the top of the small half of the island.

No one noticed that when the dragon's blood spilled onto the ground, it strangely condensed, forming patches of strange blood-colored veins.

"Heaven and earth. ”

At this moment, suddenly a voice like the words of the Great Dao resounded throughout the Hundred Beast Valley, and a huge coercion also descended, and the scholar's phantom irresistibly turned into a bubble, instantly dissipating into nothingness.

As if it could not bear it, the five-color afterimage clock shrank smaller and smaller, until it was as big as a thumb, and began to spin rapidly, quickly disappearing into the air and disappearing without a trace.

Sword Sect, the central peak.

"Senior brother, what's going on?" asked a white-haired old man in disbelief.

"The shattering of the void mirror should be caused by interference, but I don't know why. Ying Wuji walked outside the temple gate, looked at the unobstructed sky in the distance, and said lightly.

"The Land of Heavenly Death is already strange, and it is not an exaggeration to say anything in it, and Uncle Zhi should have already made a conclusion, so let's wait!" the middle-aged woman smiled slightly and comforted.

Ying Wuji pondered for a moment before slowly nodding.

"Candle Yin actually revives his will......" An elegant scholar was standing beside a cliff at this time, looking at the sea of clouds in the distance, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

White bamboo forest, in front of thatched huts.

"Senior brother, how is the formation working?" asked the farmer in a coarse cloth coat, looking at the calm and waveless lake, with a solemn face.

"Everything is fine, it's just that there are too many changes, so be prepared. Zhou Lingtian, who was handsome, looked a little bad and said helplessly.

"There is no remedy?" said the farmer, frowning, and thinking for a moment.

"Yes, yes, but it's unlikely. Zhou Lingtian pondered slightly, his expression full of uncertainty.

Say. ”

"Heaven and Earth Soul Fruit ......"

The old peasant was silent, then glanced up at the formation and sighed softly.