Emperor Yutianwu

The wooden boat drifted over the ruins, and Chu Yan's heart trembled slightly. Everything that happened here was amazing. The opportunities were endless and everything was possible.

"A heavenly king, with a life span of ten thousand years, will spend all his life here to benefit future generations." Mengya said with an elegant smile while feeling the breeze.

"I can only take you here." The wooden boat flew for a while before stopping. Meng Jun said calmly: "Next, I need to go to the depths. You don't have to worry. All the kings will be restricted here. We can’t take action against the juniors, so be careful around yourself, there will be no danger.”

Chu Yan nodded, Mengjun came here to look for opportunities, not to mention that the powerful people here will have some restrictions. The periphery is reserved for the disciples. It is not good for a monarch to stay here.

"Understood." Everyone nodded. Meng Jun turned around and handed the control of the canoe to Mengya: "Mengya, I leave this place to you and Di Feng."

After saying that, Meng Jun walked away in the air, and then all the monarchs from all sides left the camp and stepped deeper into the ground.

In the ruins, the disciples are on the periphery. Of course, it is not impossible to step into the depths, but it is more difficult than the monarch. The monarch can directly penetrate the barrier, but the disciples have to use their own methods to fight for opportunities on the periphery.

In the distance, Changfeng, Beiming Dynasty and others obviously knew about this situation, so they were not in a hurry to take action.

The monarch left, leaving only the disciples on the periphery, and their movements slowed down significantly. In the blink of an eye, Chu Yan and others passed through a dense forest in three days, and there were some opportunities along the way.

At this moment, Chu Yan and others suddenly stopped and saw a fierce conflict breaking out in the distance. They were all disciples of the Tianbei lineage.

One side is the All Saints Sect, and the other is the Tianshan Mansion. There is a top Heavenly Emperor in the Tianshan Mansion, who shows extraordinary combat power and transforms into a mountain god. He is holding a giant ax and collides with three disciples of the All Saints Sect, fighting for a chance.

"Boom!" Suddenly, the ground trembled violently, and a young man exuding holy light strolled over from a distance. He was proud of the world and stepped out with one foot, causing the mountains and rivers to separate.

"He is a saint of the Holy Sect." Mengya looked at the young man and said seriously: "The Holy Sect is a Western missionary force. He cultivates the ability of faith and is blessed by God. This saint is the top three of the Holy Sect. One of the people.”

"Three people?"

"Well, every ten years, the Holy Sect will cultivate three top disciples to pass on the Holy Dharma. Once confirmed, the remaining disciples will need to assist and pave the way for the three of them, namely the Saint, the Holy Son, and the Holy Daughter." Meng. Ya Yan said, Chu Yan suddenly realized that religious belief is also a kind of practice, just like Buddhism, practicing karma, but the Buddhist magic is the way of the East, while the saints believe in gods.

The top Heavenly Emperor of Tianshan Mansion looked up at the saints and said with a greedy smile: "Saints, haven't you saints come? I heard that the newly promoted saints of the saint sect have a beautiful face and are also the daughters of a generation of geniuses. I thought this It would be a pity to have the opportunity to meet him.”

Mengya nodded lightly at the side and exclaimed: "The Saint of the Saints was consecrated not long ago, but it is said that she was personally passed down by the Saints, and her country is beautiful and fragrant. She is a person, but it is a pity that she rarely shows up. I have seen her in the sea of ​​​​stars. There are only a handful of people, and this time none of the relics of Tianjun came."

"Insult the saint, you are seeking death!" The saint's eyes flashed with a stern look, and a holy sword suddenly came out, and with the power of the gods, it slashed at the disciples of Tianshan Mansion.

"The mountain is destroyed!" The Tianshan Mansion disciples were not weak either. With a giant ax blow, it was as if an illusory mountain appeared and immediately suppressed the saint.

"Let's go." Gu Lie said from the side, and Chu Yan nodded. This kind of battle is too common in the ruins, and they also need to find their own opportunities.

The disciples of the Demon Sect continued to move forward, passing through mountains and rivers, and encountered many opportunities along the way. Although their levels were not high, some disciples also had self-awareness and chose to practice.

Zi Yin also stopped at the periphery, chose a brow bone method, and chose to practice.

In the end, there were only four disciples left in the Demon Sect: Chu Yan, Gu Lie, Di Feng, and Mengya. All four of them were top disciples of the Demon Sect, so they would not choose easily.

"It's too slow." Chu Yan sighed. The ruins were too big. With their speed, they didn't know how long it would take to get into the depths.

"Huh?" At this moment, Chu Yan couldn't help frowning and looking in the distance, as if a voice was resonating in his heart.

"Is it a divine object?" Chu Yan was surprised. Then he gathered his soul and stepped into the Jiutian Xuan Pagoda. On the sixth floor, there was an extremely ancient divine bell flashing continuously.

"The eternal divine object, the Soul-Hungry Bell!" Chu Yan said in surprise. He obviously did not expect that a divine object would appear in this ruins, and it was ranked very high, close to a thousand.

"Senior sister, let's go over there and have a look." Chu Yan said to Mengya. Mengya didn't refuse, and the group continued on their way.

The closer they got, the stronger the resonance became. When the group stepped into the ruins, Chu Yan could already hear the strong ringing of bells in his ears.

"The sound of this bell can travel thousands of miles, and it also contains sound waves. If used to attack, it can kill people invisible." Mengya couldn't help but admired from the side, and because of the sound of the bell, many strong men had gathered in the ruins at this time. There are people from all walks of life.

I saw an ancient bell in the center of the crowd. This bell was nearly a hundred feet high. The top was covered with ancient divine patterns. Every stroke was exquisite. The sound of the bell was like clouds, resounding through the sky.

"What an amazing ancient clock." Someone praised, and then many people showed greedy looks.

"If you can get this bell, this trip will be worthwhile." A prince from the Zi Lei Dynasty raised his head and said.

Everyone looked at the prince of the Purple Thunder Bell and nodded. Indeed, although there are many opportunities for Tianjun's ruins to this day, they are nothing compared to the ancient clock in front of them.

"I want this bell!" At this moment, a handsome young man stepped forward. He was a seventh-level emperor. He raised his arm and immediately wanted to use his own power to suppress the ancient bell and put it away.

The others frowned slightly when they saw this, but no one stepped forward to stop him. Instead, they just watched, and Chu Yan did the same.

"Boom!" As soon as the young man's vitality came out, he collided with the ancient bell, and immediately produced a strong bell sound, like the roar of a wild dragon, which could absorb people's soul, causing many strong men to frown and quickly retreat.

The young man's face turned pale when he felt Gu Zhongzhi Nian, and he let out a low roar: "How dare you resist this emperor, a mere dead thing? You are seeking death!"

The young man waved his hand again, and the surrounding air was suddenly compressed, forming a huge twisted barrier, trying to crush the thought of the ancient bell. Unfortunately, the thought of the ancient bell was invisible and evolved with the sound of the bell. It could not be stopped at all. Hearing a bang, the young man was bleeding from all his orifices and passed out on the spot. The bells just dispersed.

"What's going on?" Looking at the young man, everyone couldn't help but frown. The young man's body was not damaged at all. He was still breathing and his heart was beating, but his eyes were empty and without any spirituality.

"His soul was scattered and swallowed up." A Heavenly Emperor who was cultivating the power of the soul said in the distance.

Everyone knows that there are three souls and seven souls, which are regarded as spirits, and the physical body is just a skin. But the soul of this young man in front of me was actually shaken away?

"That's the bell just now!" Someone exclaimed in shock, which made many people become serious. A seventh-level emperor died in vain like this?

"It is indeed the demon bell, so powerful." Because of this person, no one dared to test him easily.

Chu Yan raised his head and looked at the Soul-Hungry Bell. He was the only one present who knew the origin of this clock. The Soul-Hungry Bell was made by an extraordinary soul powerhouse and could attack with the sound of the bell and absorb people's souls.

"This bell is extraordinary and can only be matched by a peerless person. For someone like him who overestimates his own abilities, it would not be a pity to die." Suddenly someone mocked, and the disciple's faction was immediately displeased and looked at the person who spoke: "It's shameless to say that, can you communicate with this clock?"

"Of course!" The young man held a folding fan and took a step forward proudly: "My surname is Donghuang, Donghuang Mingyao!"

Everyone's eyes were fixed and they looked at the young man with envy. In the distance, they saw Prince Zichen of the Purple Thunder Dynasty smiling slightly: "It turns out that he is the genius of the Donghuang clan. I am lucky enough to meet him today. I am very honored. If you have the opportunity, you can come." When I, the Zi Lei Dynasty, come to visit, I will definitely welcome you.”

"Prince Zichen is so polite. I will definitely go if I have the chance." Donghuang Mingyao said politely. After all, the Zilei Dynasty is a wealthy family.

"Is the Donghuang clan famous?" Chu Yan asked Mengya.

"In addition to the Sixteen Heavenly Steles in the Star Sea, there are also some powerful ancient clans. They have a long heritage and value their bloodlines. The Donghuang clan is one of the top ancient clans." Mengya introduced Chu Yan: "And The Donghuang clan is a practicing bell master, and the most famous one in their clan is the ancient Donghuang Bell!"

Chu Yan suddenly realized that it was no wonder that when Donghuang Mingyao appeared, the bells of the Soul-Hungry Bell became heavier. It turned out to be a clan that practiced the bell method.

"Brother Donghuang, is there any way to recover this bell?" Zichen asked.

"I'll give it a try." Donghuang Mingyao said, and then he strolled forward, his long robe fluttering in front of the bell. He looked extremely small in front of the ancient bell, but he was full of heroism. When his arm shook, a golden ancient figure suddenly appeared. The bell makes the bell ring loudly, which overlaps with the bell of the Soul-Hungry Bell, causing an extremely terrifying resonance.

"Amazing! You are worthy of being a descendant of the Donghuang clan." Everyone praised him. This method alone was much more powerful than the previous young man.

"Maybe he can really conquer this bell."

"Dong dong dong!" The Soul-Hungry Bell was continuously vibrated, and the sound splashed like ocean waves. Scattered in all directions, the strong sound waves seemed to penetrate deep into the bone marrow, making some disciples with a slightly lower realm turn pale and become unbearable.

Donghuang Mingyao's handprints were constantly flipped and used the bell technique to achieve resonance. The divine patterns on the ancient bell lit up one after another, emitting a faint light that gradually became brighter.

Everyone was watching with envy in their hearts.

"It seems we have no chance."

Chu Yan also stared at it and was not in a hurry. The Donghuang clan may have some insights into the ancient bell, but this is an eternal divine object, the Soul-Destroying Bell. It is absolutely extraordinary. If you want to recover it, these alone are far from enough.

Just as Chu Yan was thinking about it, the divine patterns on the ancient bell were bright, and suddenly the bells were ringing loudly, like the roar of an ancient demon, which shocked Donghuang Mingyao's eyes. He also reacted very quickly, and immediately cut off the resonance with the ancient bell, The body quickly retreated, which made the bell sound in vain, but even so, he looked very embarrassed, rolling on the ground several times, covered in dust.