"Why did fellow Taoists from Tiansen Gate come to our Youzhou City late at night?"
Mo Minyi appeared behind Long Buping with a flying sword, shouting in a delicate voice.
"Hahaha, I'm here to borrow something."
Zhang Hao said carelessly.
"What?"
Even though he knew the other party’s purpose, Long Buping still suppressed the anger in his heart.
"Soul-falling bell!"
Zhang Hao smiled grimly.
As soon as this statement came out, the monks in Youzhou City were guided by orders and showed off their flying swords in unison.
More than a hundred flying swords flashed in the night, although they were not enough to tear the night, they also showed their strong and strong bones.
Everyone's attention was focused on Zhang Hao and the uninvited guests, but no one noticed that there was a middle-aged monk with a dull face in the camp at some point.
Seeing Rulin's flying sword, Zhang Hao didn't care at all and sneered: "How about it, do you borrow it or not?"
"So what if you borrow it, so what if you don't borrow it?"
Long Buping took a deep breath and asked.
Zhang Hao said: "If you borrow it, then everything will be easy to say.
If I don’t lend it, I have to snatch it!”
"Zun Jiao is so bold. Is this the way of doing things in Tiansen Gate?"
Long Buping said angrily.
"Stop talking nonsense to me! Take out the Soul-falling Bell quickly, otherwise you will be wiped out one by one!"
Zhang Hao said impatiently.
"You only have seven people. Do you really think that the hundreds of disciples in our Youzhou City are all clay sculptures and wood sculptures?"
Long Buping said coldly.
"Hahaha, why did I come without any support?"
Zhang Hao suddenly opened his five fingers with his right hand, and a ball of light immediately illuminated half of the sky.
With a "bang", the light exploded and turned into countless shuttles, gathering densely over the Youzhou City Camp. Each shuttle pointed to a Youzhou City Gateman.
The light of the shuttle shones reflected the camp in Youzhou City, and the face of each monk was pale and bloodless.
Long Buping sighed in his heart, knowing that the death date of Youzhou City has come, and there is no way to return to heaven! "Flying Silver Shuttle... Tiansen Gate actually has such a magic weapon, which is still used to deal with us small sects. Should I feel honored?
?”
Long Buping raised his chest and was fearless in the face of the flying shuttles all over the sky.
In fact, it is afraid it is useless, and no one will sympathize with it.
The world of monks is so cruel, either to win or die! "Hehe, for the sake of the Soul-falling Bell, it is a last resort to use some thunder means.
Who made you ignorant of your appearance? If you don’t want toast, you will be punished for wine!”
Zhang Hao shouted, "Hurry up and hand over the Soul-falling Bell!"
"If you want it, take it with your ability."
Long Buping took a deep breath, and a golden light suddenly flashed through his palm.
A golden bell the size of a palm suddenly appeared in front of him, and it grew as soon as the wind grew, and it instantly became a tall person! The golden light faced the shuttles all over the sky, and it was not weak at all. There were countless small pieces engraved on the bell and tripod
The runes form a powerful formation.
"This is the Soul-falling Bell!"
The monks of Tiansen Gate were stunned and their saliva was almost flowing down.
"It's a good thing!"
Zhang Hao smiled proudly, "It's a pity that it's a waste of resources to fall into your Youzhou City!"
The aura emitted by the Soul-Falling Bell was slightly stunned, even Li Xuan, who was hiding in the crowd. It was worthy of being a magic weapon obtained from the Demon Festival, with an unpredictable feeling that was difficult to hide.
Long Buyin said lightly: "Zhang Hao, are you bullying our Youzhou City no one?
The Soul-falling Bell is here, so come and get it if you don’t have any chance.”
"Haha, are you scaring me?"
Zhang Hao said hideously, "Can you control magic weapons if you are just a Golden Elixir Realm?
Be careful of the backlash of magic weapons. Not only can you not hit me, but you will get yourself in!"
Zhang Hao is not intimidation, but the power of magic weapons is varied so much that it cannot be fully mastered by the Jindan monk.
Especially this soul-falling clock is a magic weapon for soul attacks. If you don’t control it well, you may be backfired by the magic weapon and end up losing your soul.
Long Buping didn't know the danger, but did he have any choice?
If you fight, maybe you die. If you don’t fight, you will die! As long as you are a little brave, you know what to choose. At worst, you will die together! Seeing that Long Buping was unmoved, Zhang Hao’s expression became solemn.
After all, the Soul-falling Bell is a magic weapon, much stronger than his flying silver shuttle, so you should not underestimate it! He winked at the other monks behind him, and the group of people sacrificed their spiritual weapons one after another, and the light flashed for a moment.
Very beautiful.
Li Xuan frowned slightly. He could see that the cultivation of these people was just mediocre, and it was worse than Long Buping.
Even with the help of Feitian Silver Shuttle, it is not easy to destroy Youzhou City.
"Unless..." Li Xuan's eyes flashed with splendor, and his soul swept it carefully nearby, and he found something wrong.
"So it's here."
Li Xuan's eyes fell on the ground in front of Long Buping.
He clearly felt two extremely weak auras lurking underground, and a blow could be exploded at any time.
Long Buping took a deep breath and his spiritual power started to run wildly.
He knew very well that this was a battle of life and death in Youzhou City. If he lost, he would be afraid that there would be no more words "Youzhou City" in the world from now on! "Youzhou City"! "You dare to resist!"
Zhang Hao's face changed and he muttered something.
The shuttle all over the sky received the command and made a shrill whistling sound, shooting down from the air like raindrops, aiming at Long Buping.
Long Buping ignored him and his entire strength was concentrated on the Soul-falling Bell.
I saw that the lines on the bell and tripod seemed to come alive, and I got up like a tadpole.
Golden lights rippled from the Soul-falling Bell, as if they were about to start! Seeing the flying shuttle pouring down like a heavy rain, Mo Minyi looked pale and raised his flying sword, and shouted: "Youzhou Sect, let's fight the enemy together!"
All the disciples and disciples showed madness on the verge of despair, and all the flying swords flew up together to protect Long Buping firmly.
"Do you think you can protect him this way?"
Zhang Hao screamed wildly, flipped his palm and pressed it down suddenly.
The shuttle fell down violently, and when it hit the flying sword, it made a crisp "cracking" sound.
The flying swords of the monks in Youzhou City are all mortals, so they can't resist them, but they are all broken in an instant! The blockade of the flying sword was shattered, and the shuttle made a "buzzing" trembling sound, heading towards Long Buping.
Punch down.
At this critical moment, Long Buping suddenly roared a tiger in his mouth, and the Soul-falling Bell in front of him also made a "ping-top" sound! The sound shook all over the fields, majestic and domineering, and the golden light spreads along with the sound waves.
A golden shield was formed faintly, blocking all the shuttles in the sky! Zhang Hao and his men were even more trembling as if they were thunderous, and their bodies were trembling, with slight blood flowing from their eyes, ears, noses and mouths. It was obvious that their souls were damaged.
Everyone in Youzhou City was very excited. They thought that the disaster was coming, but the Soul-falling Bell finally burst out with powerful power.
In this way, the outcome is really hard to judge.
Mo Minyi couldn't hide her joy on her face and said excitedly: "Senior Brother, thanks to you..." Before she finished speaking, she saw Long Buping, who had been standing upright, swaying slightly, and she was unsteady and almost fell down.
Mo Minyi reached out and supported Long Buping, and the hands were cold.
She was so beautiful that she exclaimed: "Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?"
But Long Buping's face was pale, and black blood flowed out of his seven orifices, and his shape was very terrifying! "Hmph... I just want to activate magic weapons with just a golden elixir. I'm really overestimating my ability.
He was backfired by the power of the magic weapon, and it was already a blessing to not die."
Zhang Hao's cold voice came.
Li Xuan had guessed this result long ago, and with Long Buping's cultivation level, he could not control the Soul-Falling Bell.
Although he tried his best to hurt Zhang Hao and others, his spiritual power was sucked out. He killed 800 enemies and lost one thousand of himself! If he showed off his strength, he would be killed without Zhang Hao taking action and would be lost.
Zhong completely destroyed his soul and would never be able to reincarnate! Seeing Long Buping's severe injury, a glimmer of hope that had just surged up in the people of Youzhou City was also shattered.
No one paniced, no one begged for mercy. Everyone gathered quietly, waiting for the last moment to arrive.
Long Buping was already angry, but he still held up a hand and pressed it on the Soul Lost Bell, murmured: "Soul Lost Bell, Soul Lost Bell, take my flesh and soul, just let me
These people are buried with me, and I will also smile on the way to the underworld!"
Mo Minyi was shocked and grabbed Long Buping and said, "Are you crazy? You will be wiped out!"
"Let me go... do I still have a chance to survive?"
Long Buping's eyes were blood red.
"You can't live, and don't dream of dying with us."
Zhang Hao laughed loudly, "What are you waiting for, two elders?"
With Zhang Hao shouting loudly, the ground below the Soul-falling Bell suddenly left, and two black shadows jumped out of it.
These two black shadows were like black lightning, one on the left and one on the right, and covered a large black net bag.
The mutation suddenly arose. Before Long Buping and Mo Minyi could react, the two of them had already grabbed the Soul-falling Bell in the net and dragged it back behind Zhang Hao.
No one in Youzhou City has the ability to melt the Soul-Falling Bell, so when it was taken away, there was no resistance, just staying in the net obediently, and the golden light gradually dimmed.
"asshole!"
Long Buping's agitated Yazi collapsed, and a stream of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Mo Minyi held Long Buping with despair in her eyes.
Once the Soul Lost Bell was lost, Youzhou City had no hope anymore! "Hehe, happy cooperation!"
The two men who came out of the soil slapped their palms. They were both only three feet tall, looking like undeveloped children, but their faces were like old men in their fifties and sixties.
The two of them looked exactly the same, but they were twin brothers.
"It turns out that it is Tu Youwei Tu You Dao... For the sake of Luohun Bell, two Yuanying Elders were sent, and Tiansen Sect really invested a lot of money."
Long Buping laughed bitterly.
"Since you know our name, you can all be self-destructive quickly, so that we brothers can do it."
The older earth is impatient.
Tu Youdao also said, "Yes, yes, I'll take it for myself soon. If we dirty our hands, it will be bad."