"Yin and Yang Grinding Steel!"

When Wang Dachun saw that the opportunity had come, he immediately beaten out a huge Yin-Yang millstone and crushed the Taihuang's soul.

As Wang Dachun's strength improved, the power of his Yin-Yang Grinders also increased a lot. The huge black and white Yin-Yang Grinders rotated to crush each other towards Taihuang's soul.

At the same time, Taihuang suddenly felt that his body could not move. Not only his body, but also his thinking was completely still. He could not even move his thoughts, as if he was frozen suddenly.

This was naturally the time beast that took action, which immediately made Taihuang fall into a desperate situation. When a master fights, he will fight in a millisecond. Just this little time made Taihuang, the former giant, lose his life.

His soul was crushed by the Yin-Yang Grinder, and he turned into a walking corpse.

Wang Dachun thought and grabbed the bell with a strong vitality. All of this was in the moment when lightning flashed and flashed through.

It was not until this time that the prince and the other two realized it and grabbed the mourning clock at the same time. As for the Taihuang's body, no one cared about it, and the body fell from a high altitude.

If this guy hadn't come to plot against Wang Dachun, he would not have ended up in a state of elimination of life and death. The former leader of the Ten Sects of Immortal Dao fell in disgrace.

Wang Dachun had just grabbed the mourning bell, and the prince, Gruth and Gu Lao rushed over. The four big hands grabbed the mourning bell at the same time. Gu Lao had been thinking about this artifact for a long time, and now he would never let go if he had the chance.

The prince and Grus naturally would not miss the opportunity to have a magical weapon. Although the prince already has two magical weapons, no one would think that the magical weapon was thrust. Besides, his blood sword was borrowed, not his own.

As for Grus, I am even more looking forward to having a magical artifact. With his strength, if he has a magical artifact, he will not be invincible, at least he can protect himself.

Now each of the four people grabbed a corner of the mourning gate bell, and no one was willing to relax. Everyone can see the power of this artifact, and no one will give up easily.

"puff!"

Wang Dachun reacted the fastest, biting the tip of his tongue hard, and spraying his essence and blood on it. The other three also reacted, and each sprayed his essence and blood on the mourning bell.

Now it depends on who can control the refining of the funeral bell first. The battle that originally besieged Wang Dachun has now become a battle of how many people snatching the magical artifacts.

The Emperor is dead, and now the mourning bell has become a masterless thing, and it is the best time to take it down.

However, the magical artifact is not so easy to refine. Without water grinding skills, it is not so easy to recognize the master. Wang Dachun was squeezed out as soon as he entered the inside. After all, its owner, Taihuang, was just killed by Wang Dachun, so he naturally disgusted with him.

"Damn!" Wang Dachun grinned and thoughts entered the interior of the Sangmen Bell again. Not only Wang Dachun, but the other three people also entered the interior of the Sangmen Bell in spirit, intending to refine the artifact.

Soon, the divine thoughts of the four people started a war inside the Sangmen Bell, and no one was willing to give in.

"Sister Qinglian, what should I do now?" Wang Dachun saw that he could not gain the upper hand, so he hurriedly asked Fairy Qinglian that these three guys would never let him succeed.

Moreover, the divine consciousness of himself and the prince are the weakest. Compared with the two ten thousand-year-old monsters, Ancient and Gruth, the divine consciousness of the two seems much weaker and is not on the same level at all.

After all, these two people were at the level of the realm master before, but they had not yet recovered their cultivation. If this continues, Wang Dachun and the prince will have very little chance of winning the bell of the Death Sect.

Fairy Qinglian said, "You are useless, leave it to me!" After the words came, a powerful divine thought directly entered the interior of the mourning gate bell, which was Fairy Qinglian.

"Damn it! Beautiful girl!"

"Where did the fairy come from?"

"Damn it! So beautiful!"

As soon as Fairy Qinglian appeared, the princes and the other two exclaimed at the same time, and their mouths widened, all of them were attracted by the Fairy Qinglian that suddenly appeared.

Originally, Gu Lao and Grus were both old monsters who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years. No matter how beautiful a woman was, she was just a pink skeleton in their eyes.

But the woman in front of them still amazed them. This can no longer be described as beauty. This woman can simply make any man surrender under her pomegranate skirt and lure their souls away.

Gu Lao and Grus were both lost intently for a moment, and they even forgot what they did. Fairy Qinglian smiled sweetly, and the smile suddenly lost all the color. The prince and the other two looked at each other with their mouths wide open, and their minds were blank.

In fact, Fairy Qinglian is not only beautiful, but also born with charming skills. Otherwise, she would not have been able to confuse these two ten thousand-year-old monsters.

Wang Dachun was stunned. Fairy Qinglian was too powerful. Even the prince and the thousand-year-old monster could be confused. If she was asked to come out, she would not have been fascinated.

Fairy Qinglian soon found the spirit of the Sangmen Bell and said to him. The spirit of the spirit was a middle-aged man. He had long been fascinated by the beauty of Fairy Qinglian. He looked like a little fan and nodded repeatedly when he heard this.

Wang Dachun was stunned, damn! This... is OK?

In just a few words, the spirit of the Sangmen Bell conquered the spirit of the weapon?

It seems that women are extremely beautiful than magical artifacts. After all, even the spirit of the artifact can conquer it.

Fairy Qinglian hooked his fingers at Wang Dachun. Wang Dachun understood and quickly began to refine the mourning bell. The weapon spirit was indeed no longer resistant to Wang Dachun.

Wang Dachun quickly penetrated his spiritual mark into the depths of the inner part of the mourning gate clock. There were also complex and mysterious formations, and there were countless.

Thanks to the cooperation of the spirit of the instrument, Wang Dachun quickly refined the bell of the Sangmen, and the divine thoughts of the prince and the other two were squeezed out.

"What's going on? Where is the fairy just now?"

The three of them still look in a state of dismay, and their minds are filled with fairy faces of Fairy Qinglian.

Wang Dachun laughed, "The fairy naturally went back to warm my bed."

Fairy Qinglian was so angry that she jumped secretly, "This bastard, I wouldn't have helped him if I had known it, so I'd let him be beaten to death!"

The prince and the other two realized that their faces changed drastically, "No! We're fooled!"

Wang Dachun smiled, "Actually, you are not fooled. You can see Fairy Qinglian, and you can close your eyes even if you die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bell of a mourning party flew directly into Wang Dachun's hand. The small bell was only the size of a human head, with mysterious runes on it, and divine patterns appeared and faintly appeared.

When the three of them saw the bell of the mourning party in Wang Dachun's hands, their eyes were ripped off, "Ah! Boy, hand over the bell of the mourning party, otherwise there would be a way out!"
Chapter completed!