(Sorry for being late!)
"of course!"
The little old man said: "This is the full version of the Fallen Soul Clock. Although it is a low-grade spirit treasure, its spirit is intact, and it is very useful to me!"
"Isn't the Donghuang Bell of much use to you?" Brother Mao asked rhetorically.
The little old man sighed and said: "It's not that it's not very useful, but the spirit of the East Emperor Bell is damaged. It's still in a period of ignorance. Only when the spirit of time recovers can it exert its true power, while the Fallen Bell is different. If the spirit of the Fallen Bell is intact, I can use it to recover and save your life at a critical moment!"
"Without further ado!"
Brother Mao said to the little old man, "Is there a way to take away the Luopozhong?"
The little old man is weak and weak: "There are yes, but the preparation time is a bit long. Why don't you stop it first, I'll prepare!" He paused, and then said: "However, you must remember that you must not let the downfall clock. Touch your body, otherwise it will knock you down, and then you will be a lamb to be slaughtered!"
Brother Mao was not talking nonsense either, at this moment Xuan Yin Sanren had already approached with a bell in his hand.
Brother Mao raised the Chaos Knife high, and the Qianzhang Knife Light quickly formed, and the strong domineering filled the world.
"The Hades will destroy the heavens and the earth!"
When Brother Mao's words fell, Qianzhang Dao Mang slashed down at Xuan Yin Sanren.
Xuan Yin Sanren hurriedly blocked the Luo Po Zhong above his head.
"when"
Qianzhang Daomang cut on the falling clock, making a shocking sound, the sound resounded through the world, and the strong sound wave spread in all directions, and all the disciples of Xuan Yin teaching behind Xuan Yin scattered behind him hit the ground and turned over, and more than half fell from the head of the cloud.
Brother Mao suddenly felt dizzy, and the spirit in his body was about to get out of his body.
Brother Mao was shocked, mobilizing a large amount of Chaos Qi to stabilize his soul.
"Hey"
Xuan Yin Sanren's face flushed, and the Xian Yuan Li in his body madly lost to Luo Po Zhong, and at the same time said with a wicked smile: "Boy, don't think that you will be fine if you don't touch Luo Po Zhong. You must know that Luo Po Zhong is a spiritual treasure, but it is very powerful! "Speaking, he stretched out a fist and hit it hard on the falling clock.
"when"
The sound waves spread everywhere, quickly smashing the Qianzhang Daomang, and rushing towards Brother Mao inexhaustibly.
Brother Mao's eyes condensed, and he secretly sighed that Lingbao was not something he could fight against.
Thinking of this, Brother Mao quickly put away the Chaos Knife, then hugged Wuyou, and slashed out with his backhand. A space crack appeared, and all of the attacks of Luopozhong were sucked into the space crack.
Seeing that Brother Mao was able to dissolve the attack of the Fallen Bell, Xuan Yin Sanren blasted out again.
"when"
The bell rang more violently than before, and the cracks in the space that Brother Mao had drawn suddenly shattered.
But Xuanyin Sanren was also uncomfortable, vomiting a big mouthful of blood, his face became paler, and the wrinkles on his face looked like dry tree bark.
The cost of forcibly using Lingbao is also terrifying.
Brother Mao looked at Xuanyin's dispersal, and sneered, "Old Xuanyin ghost, I see how much blood you still have to supply Lingbao, you just wait to become a corpse!"
Hearing this, Xuanyin's dispersal was suddenly shocked, and Mao's words just reminded himself that he was helpless at this time, and he was riding a tiger again. If he gave up using the falling clock, he would not be Mao's opponent at all.
At this time, Brother Mao said again: "Old Ghost of Xuan Yin, you might as well hand me the Lost Clock!" He condensed a huge palm and waved towards Xuan Yin Sanren.
Xuan Yin Sanren's eyes were red, teeth clenched, and angrily said, "You forced me to do this!" He was about to explode the spirit treasure and burn the jade and stone.
"Brother Mao, stop him, he is going to explode Lingbao, and then none of us will be able to escape!"
At this time, the little old man suddenly spoke to Brother Mao.
Brother Mao's eyes condensed, and he asked, "Are you sure to collect the Downfall Bell?"
"No problem, as long as you prevent him from exploding, I can charge anytime!"
Hearing the affirmative words of the little old man, Brother Mao didn't hesitate anymore, his huge palm suddenly changed direction and patted towards Xuanyin Sanren, immediately patted on his cheek.
"Snapped"
With a crisp sound, the curse of Xuan Yin Sanren was forcibly interrupted.
"puff"
Xuanyin's scattered old teeth all fell, his body flew upside down, and the falling clock became a thing of no owner.
Suddenly an old palm stretched out from Brother Mao, grabbing Luo Po Zhong and quickly disappearing.
"Hey"
In Chaos Space, the little old man sat cross-legged on the stone tablet, playing with the Fallen Bell in his hand, muttering: "It's not bad, I didn't expect to get another Lingbao so soon!" He said that he hung the Fallout Bell on the stone tablet.
Seeing the abrupt disappearance of the falling clock, Xuanyin San people understood that Brother Mao had taken it away, and suddenly he felt like tears.
"Boy, hand over the downfall clock quickly!"
Xuanyin Sanren roared, and a giant blade emitting a dark light appeared. The giant blade was as long as ten feet long, and there were gusts of yin wind on it. Numerous souls appeared on the giant blade, making a strong roar.
Xuan Yin Sanren ignored the injuries in his body, brandished a huge blade, and rushed towards Brother Mao frantically.
Xuan Yin Sanren lost the Lost Clock, feeling very scared, if he knew it, his fate would not be better than death.
Seeing Xuanyin Sanren rushing, Brother Mao's hands were sealed, and the Dao Dao space blades spun and shot out, all slashed on the giant blade. Every time they collided, the souls on the giant blade disappeared. When Brother Mao was less than 100 meters away, the giant blade was already full of cracks.
Brother Mao unceremoniously slapped the Xuan Yin Sanren’s face with a slap, and immediately slapped the Xuan Yin Sanren in a daze. Then Mao brother squeezed his neck with his big hands, and the power of Chaos rushed into his body, taking all the power of Xuan Yin Sanren’s mana. The seal, even the gold pill of Niwan Palace was suppressed.
At this moment, Xuan Yin Sanren's face was gray and his mana was sealed. With his old body, even an ordinary person was inferior.
Brother Mao pinched Xuan Yin Sanren’s neck as if pinching a little chicken, and said to the disciples of the Xuan Yin Sect in the distance: "Everyone, if you abolish your cultivation, you can avoid death!"
"what!"
Suddenly a sad scream came from behind Brother Mao.
Brother Mao turned his head to look, and saw worry-free and expressionless interrupting Xuan Yin Sanren's limbs, and Xuan Yin Sanren's painful face was distorted.
Wuyou said indifferently, "Old Xuanyin ghost, did you think it would fall into my hands?"
"Bitch!"
Xuan Yin Sanren's eyes were red, and his eyes were bulging. He said weakly, "If you have the ability to kill this seat, even if you are a ghost, this seat will not let you go!"
"Want to die? It's not that easy!"
Suddenly, worry-free took out a dagger that flickered with cold light, and was about to stab Xuan Yin to disperse people.
Xuan Yin Sanren's eyes were bloodshot, and his old body was trembling. He regretted it and regretted that he should not provoke this evil female god.
The disciples of the Xuan Yin cult in the distance watched this scene in disbelief, and couldn't imagine the carelessness of a fairy. The methods were so harsh that they could not do more than their evil cultivation.
Just when Wuyou's dagger was about to stab Xuan Yin Sanren, a palm grabbed her wrist. ()