Chapter 352: The emperor came out of Xishan

The face of the Negative Kendo was like a lake wrinkled by the wind because of the suppression of the majestic air machine.
Qiongqi stared with a pair of big eyes, and the second claw fell on the old Taoist's back again.
The current situation is actually very good for him. The old Taoist chose to attack and kill the old ape and the negative swordsman first, and then deliberately not to deal with him, which created conditions for him.
The old Taoist killed the two, and then he killed the old Taoist.
Everything is his, and there is no need to share it with others.
This would have been the most ideal situation.
But he didn't believe it, he didn't believe there was such a good thing in the world, he had to know that the saint master in the clan was cruel and easy to kill, and he was also naturally suspicious.
This is not to say that the Holy Lord is like this, but that the whole Xishan and the entire Qiongqi clan are like this.
As a poor clan, he also didn't want to believe that the situation before him was so good.
So after hitting the old Taoist priest with one claw, he stretched out the second claw without hesitation.
Even if it would save the negative kendo man.
But in fact, the old Taoist squeezed this claw abruptly, and then squeezed it with a blank expression, squeezing the head of the negative swordsman.
Broken bones with blood scattered around.
Some whitish things even splashed on the old Taoist priest's blue robe.
A green demon pill appeared in front of the two.
The veteran Taoist did not hesitate to push the demon pill toward Qiongqi, and at the same time, in the process, he poured an extremely majestic energy into the demon pill.
The demon pill emitted a dazzling light and exploded in midair.
The whole lake was shaking.
The air wave swept around, countless buildings were knocked down by this air wave, and the sound of rumbling was endless.
But the mist that enveloped those buildings did not dissipate.
Appears more full-bodied.
The old Taoist spat out a mouthful of blood, then waved his hand and threw something out.
Now that the war has come, there is actually a very terrifying thing that they haven't even noticed, that is, the old Taoist priests have not taken out their magical tools.
The magic weapons of the monks of the monster race are mostly simple, but the magic weapons of the monks of the three religions are very varied. The old Taoist fought with the three with bare hands. Now it is even more to kill one person. Although they have suffered some injuries, they can be used to the end. It was an extremely abnormal thing that he hadn't taken out the magic artifact.
Until now, the old Taoist threw out that thing.
It is a small bell with a simple shape.
It looks very ordinary, but very old.
The monk's magical instruments are not simple as long as they are in touch with the ancient.
Qiongqi looked at the little bell hanging in the sky, didn't rush to make a move, but slowly asked, "What is this?"
The old Taoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and calmly replied, "Zhen Yaoling."
There are many kinds of magical artifacts in the world. According to the purpose, countless names will be taken out. Of course, there are also many names that have nothing to do with the purpose. Aimed at monster monks.
Shanhe is now used to suppress the monster monks. The most famous one is the Demon Bowl. It is said that there is a big monster in the bowl, and I don’t know whether it is true or false, but since this artifact is in the hands of the Taoist sage Ye Sheng , It is destined not to be bad.
Many years ago, in the age when the swordsman had not withered, there was a sword fairy named Zhen Yaojian.
Apart from anger, the monks of the monster race are most afraid of these magical weapons with the word "suppressing monsters".
After all, since the names are taken like this, the purpose is self-evident.
The old Taoist priest came to the demon land from the other side of the mountains and rivers, and most of them faced demon cultivators. It was really normal to have such a magic weapon.
The following sentence of the old Taoist priest is like a heavy foot on the heart of Old Ape and Qiongqi.
"This is a saint's relic."
Saint's relic? !
What is a saint’s relic? The doctrine of a saint is considered a saint’s relic. The cave where the saint lives is also a saint’s relic. Even the pen and ink used by the saint is also a saint’s relic.
But what the old Taoist said in his mouth, by no means could it be those insignificant things.
This town demon bell is a magic weapon.
This is a terrible thing.
But the most terrifying thing is not this, but...
If this town demon bell is a certain saint’s natal magic weapon...
Even if the saint has died for many years, even the energy in the demon bell in this town has dissipated a lot, but if it were the saint’s natal magic weapon, it would be a big killer, I am afraid that there are few in this world. Use magical instruments to contend.
If it was said that the monks who climbed the stairs had confidence in the object, their two Spring and Autumn Periods would not have the confidence to deal with this magic weapon.
The old ape looked at Zhen Yaoling, and he converged a lot after being hit by the old Taoist priest before. Now looking at this thing that may be the saint's natal magic weapon, he has deep jealousy in his eyes.
Qiongqi stopped and remained silent.
The blood on the old Taoist man was dripping into the lake water drop by drop. He looked at Qiongqi with indifferent eyes.
Qiongqi smiled and changed back to the way it was before.
A short man.
"It turns out that the seniors have been waiting for it is not us."
In the current situation, if he still can't see the situation on the field, he is really stupid and hopeless.
"If you think about the fact that there was a big battle between Pin Dao and Qing Tianjun, you should know if Qingfu City is where you should come."
The old Taoist priest stretched out his hand and the town demon bell began to ring.
The sound is not loud, but resounds through the sky.
The sound is not like a ringtone, but rather like a drum. Just listening to the sound, you can feel the scene.
On the deadly battlefield, there was a tall Taoist man, shaking the bell in his hand, and behind him was a monk holding a variety of magical artifacts, waiting for him, and on the opposite side was a group of monsters.
A big battle was about to start, and the demon bell of this town was the first flag to be waved.
Qiongqi's face was extremely ugly, and then his eyes began to lose sight, and the old ape was already flushed with red eyes, and his hands couldn't stop slapping his chest.
Soon the old ape’s chest was and bloody, but the old ape didn’t seem to feel any pain, his hands were still slapped on his chest, and Qiongqi watched his bones exposed, and then his entire chest was smashed out. A big hole.
The old Taoist said indifferently: "The saddest thing is not to die, but not to know why."
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In front of the big rock outside Qingfu City, a small stream flows slowly.
A stalwart man came here.
He looked at Qingfucheng not far away with no expression on his face.
He stood here, didn't do much, just looked into the city and said a word.
"The emperor came out of Xishan."