The situation is critical and the Chaos Bell is also ineffective, but it uses the help of Shura's heavenly tribulation to do something unimaginable.

The Blood Thunder Heaven River swept across like a mad dragon. The power containing the laws of heaven can be ignored, and it also contains the effect of destroying any magical powers. Even the ancestor of the Styx could not ignore it. The blood stars were instantly swept away two of them.

The aftermath swept, hitting all directions, and causing a blood river storm.

The Chaos Bell faced the mouth of the clock to the Blood Thunder Heaven River, as if a whale swallowed a dragon, and swallowed Shura's eighth heavenly tribulation directly.

"Ao!"

A roar and a loud buzzing sound was like a sound of heaven rushing all directions. The aura of Chaos Bell rushed, and it instantly doubled and became extremely terrifying.

"Aoah!"

The sound waves swept across the world and absorbed the power of the blood thunder heaven. At this moment, the Chaos Bell seemed to have regained its mighty storm to challenge Daozu Hongjun.

Shura not far away was stunned. He was just ready to welcome this powerful attack, but he didn't expect that the heavenly tribulation was actually hooked away by someone... or it should be Zhong. He had never experienced this before, but at this moment he felt a little unaware of what to do.

"How is that possible!"

The ancestor of the Styx in the distance exclaimed, and his body couldn't help but tremble violently. He absorbed the power of the heavenly tribulation for his own use. He could not imagine what an amazing thing this was.

The power of the heavenly tribulation is done by the heavenly way. Before the Taoist ancestor Hongjun adapts to the heavenly way, he would not even see the heavenly tribulation.

Except for the Taoist ancestor Hongjun, there will be no other person in the world who can use the power of the heavenly tribulation, which has become the default thing for everyone. And this is true. Except for the Taoist ancestor Hongjun, no one can avoid attracting the heavenly tribulation, and no one can perform the heavenly tribulation.

It is not just a kind of power, but also a law, even a rule, a rule that no one can disobey.

But at this moment, the Chaos Bell exceeded the scope of the rules and did something that only Taoist ancestor Hongjun could do: directly attract the power of the heavenly tribulation.

Zhaoming was also shocked. He knew the horror of the heavenly tribulation more than anyone else, especially at the level of his heavenly tribulation. It was simply devastating.

The Chaos Bell can actually use the power of the heavenly tribulation, even if he had never expected it. It is worthy of Pangu's magic weapon. The Chaos Bell at this moment seems to be beyond the common sense of the cultivation world and cannot be done by capable people.

"I don't believe it!"

The ancestor of the Styx shouted loudly, and his heart moved, and eight blood stars exploded directly. Each star was like an explosion in a small world. The way the power operated has a similar explosion mechanism to Zhaoming's angry fist. The energy in it was poured out in catharsis and filled the world.

"I have been hiding in the sea of ​​blood for a long time and have become a frog in the well. There are still many things you can't believe in. Let me teach you! Ao!"

The Chaos Bell screamed, and the powerful chaotic power rushed out, like a huge film, covering all the energy. Even though the blood and energy were fierce and surging, it seemed as if one ferocious beast was raging. But it could not rush out.

"Cake it to this clock!"

The Chaos Bell buzzed loudly, as if time was flowing back. All the energy was compressed from the explosion state. However, it did not return to the ten blood stars, but turned into a small chaotic ball.

In a vague manner, you could even hear the thunder and thunder sounds inside, but they did not miss the slightest.

"Press the ball!"

Chaos Bell laughed, as if extremely proud, rushed over and hit the small Chaos Ball. He pushed the ball towards the sky like a meteor, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

A moment later, a shocking loud noise came from the sky, directly onto the endless void, the chaotic aura rushed everywhere like a hurricane. The blood-colored energy fell like a strong wind and thunder. The floating clouds dissipated, and the light of destruction rose and fell one after another.

A strong wind condensed by the heaven and earth energy flew over, and under the impact, several immortal kings felt unsteady in standing.

"Bang!"

For a moment, it seemed as if the whole world was shaking, and even void cracks could be seen from afar. At this moment, the monks from the entire prehistoric continent were shocked.

Zhaoming opened his eyes wide. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the scene of the collapse of the Second Heaven, and couldn't help but exclaim: "God... it won't break!"

He naturally could not imagine the thing like the breaking of the sky before. But after experiencing the destruction of the second heaven, he had clearly realized that this was not an impossible thing.

The ancestor of the Styx widened his eyes. This was his strongest magical power, called Blood River Storm. Compressing the energy, the denser it is, the greater the power of the explosion.

He devoted all his life to his cultivation and could only compress it to ten balls, and the Chaos Bell indirectly compressed all his power into one ball. It was not as simple as one plus one, it was equivalent to increasing the power by dozens and nearly a hundred times, and the bursting power was naturally terrifying.

Although it is too far apart and cannot be seen clearly, it is so far apart

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The Chaos Bell flew around the sky in panic: "This time I'm having a big game, and if the sky is cracked, the dead face will definitely come out to seal again... No, it's suppressing this clock."

It has been locked up in Tianwaitian for many years, and is most afraid of being bored. When it thinks of being locked up in Tianwaitian, it is naturally extremely reluctant.

Zhao Ming was speechless. No matter how you look at it, he should have been sealed by using the power of the heavenly tribulation.

Shura stared at the sky in a daze. At that moment just now, he clearly felt that his calamity cloud was almost smashed by the energy of heaven and earth. Crushing the calamity clouds of others was absolutely impossible in common sense in the world of cultivation, but God knows whether this bastard clock will be unique.

Bastard Zhong flew in panic for a long time, but fortunately the things he was worried about did not appear. When the energy dissipated, it seemed that he could still see the space cracks healing slowly, but neither Zixiao Palace nor Daozu Hongjun appeared, which finally settled down.

"Ha, the dead face didn't come out!" Bastard Zhong shouted in surprise: "Boy from the sea of ​​blood... Hey, where has this guy gone?"

I was too worried that Hongjun came out to catch it just now, but I didn't notice that the ancestor of the Styx had left at some point, and the Rakshasa girl next to me also disappeared.

Many methods are useless. Not to mention that Zhaoming is recovering, Shura will also usher in the last heavenly tribulation and become the Immortal King. He will not be able to do anything with just a bell. If he continues, he will be afraid that it will be more than just a shame.

Seeing the ancestor of the Styx retreating, Zhaoming also sighed loudly. No matter what, his life was saved.

At this moment, there are still after waves in the sky. Shura's blood-colored catastrophe clouds have tumbling and have returned to normal. In a vague way, lightning bolts that look like dragons can be seen passing through them, and their aura becomes more and more terrifying.

Shura took a deep breath and held his breath to concentrate. The extra battle was gone, the real life and death level was about to come, and after the ninth heavenly tribulation, it was the realm of the Immortal King. In today's world of cultivation, as long as it does not fight for life and death with the high priest of the witch clan, it will be extremely difficult for others to think about how they are.

Not long ago, he had hesitated and entangled. He killed too much and didn't know what kind of karma it would attract. Especially after the words of the Ancestor Styx, he felt even more confused. It is really hard to predict whether he could still take a stronger path by using the natural ability of the blood demon to take advantage of his natural ability to take advantage of the opportunity.

But at this moment, his body was no longer confused. The blood of his elder brother was flowing in his body. How dare he fail?

The Chaos Bell wandered around and confirmed that the Ancestor of the Styx had left, hanging in the air, and didn't know what he was doing. Not much, a ball of flame energy was transformed from the clock mouth, which was extremely pure.

With a whistling sound, it hit Zhaoming.

"The borrowed power is about to disappear, I'll lend it to you!"

The flame was like the origin of power, Zhaoming absorbed it easily, and his injury was instantly recovered by 90%. He was refreshed and asked in confusion: "Why can you... use the power of other people's heavenly tribulation."

"What's so strange about this!" Chaos Bell was also puzzled: "This clock was created by the owner of this clock, and this world was also created by the owner of this clock. I am quite familiar with this clock. We are in the same group, so of course you can borrow some power!"

That's what he said, but Zhaoming always feels that this explanation is strange.

"Swish swish swish!"

There were strange sounds coming from the sky, and the tumultuous clouds of disasters were exaggerated in an instant, as if the tide of the sea was getting bigger and bigger. Then several blood-colored energy shackles fell from the sky, with a total of nine, locking Shura.

Although it is difficult to limit his turn and fight, it makes him unable to move.

Then he heard the sound of Lieque's thunder, and countless attacks were transformed from the calamity clouds, blood-colored energy, either like lightning, or like sharp sword, or like spear, or like mountains...

Various attacks came in full swing, and each one was no less than the Immortal King's powerful attack, sweeping over the sky and shocking the mountains and rivers.

At this moment, Zhao Ming also hung his heart in his throat. The heavenly tribulation of such strength is no less than his Nine-level Immortal King Tribulation. It feels like it was because the eighth heavenly tribulation was taken away by the Chaos Bell, and the ninth heavenly tribulation was directly doubled. In the past, he used to survive the Phoenix Nirvana technique, how could Shura do it?

Shura was full of resentment, and the violent intention in his heart was so violent that he shouted angrily that the evil Buddha of Blood appeared behind him. One hand, one hand, one hand, and the other hand, eight skull Buddhist beads with a look of ruthlessness.

When the heavenly tribulation was approaching, Shura shouted loudly, and the Blood Shadow Mad Sword took action. One by one, the sword lights were slashed out, and the blood energy condensed, and it was in a mess. For a moment, a blood-colored flower seemed to appear in the sky.

The Evil Buddha of Blood stood behind him, holding a blood-colored Zen Staff in his hand to guide the scattered blood and energy to condense again. The Buddhist beads in his hand were thrown out and turned into eight huge skulls, circling around like stars, descending mysterious light to protect Shura.

Every sword is done with all his strength, and every blow is a thread of life.

At this moment, Shura completely gave up defense, and all the shortcomings were compensated for by the evil Buddha of Blood. All he had to do was kill him.
Chapter completed!