Chapter 505: The Chess Master

"What's going on?" The bell rang continuously, and it seemed as if a scorpion had awakened in the sky and roared.

Everyone frowned, and their faces became extremely embarrassed: "The bell seems to be stronger, more terrifying than before. It seems that Chu Yan can borrow the power of the ancient bell."

Zi Chen's sword curtain was affected by the bell and trembled, making him pale. He hurriedly stepped back and looked at Chu Yan coldly: "You really resonated with this ancient bell!"

"So what?" Chu Yan did not deny it this time and stood in the ancient bell.

The bell sounded, and the Emperor of Heaven did not dare to move forward.

Meng Ya breathed a sigh of relief, but her jade hand was still clenched. Now the situation changed too quickly. Zi Chen, Changfeng, and the Beiming Dynasty would not let Chu Yan go.

In addition to the Donghuang clan, there are a group of people who are eyeing him covetously. Once they have a chance, they may attack him in groups.

"Chu Yan, even if you control the ancient bell and can compete with the Emperor of Heaven, can you hide in the ancient bell for a lifetime? As long as you come out, it will be your death." Changfeng roared.

Chu Yan laughed heartily and looked at Chang Feng: "I don't know when I will die, but now, you are going to die."

"Bang!" At this time, Chu Yan punched out, causing the bell to vibrate, and it immediately turned into a terrible sound wave, crushing Chang Feng.

Chang Feng's face changed in shock, and he quickly dodged, but the bell sound was faster, and it immediately swallowed him, causing him to spurt blood one after another, and his soul was directly torn apart by the bell sound.

"Hiss——" All the strong men took a breath of cold air. A Heavenly Emperor died just like that? Killed directly by a bell sound.

"Who else wants to try?" Chu Yan was not too shaken about killing Chang Feng. The other party wanted him to die several times, and he would not let him go if he had a chance. Now he looked around, and his fighting spirit did not diminish.

However, for a while, no one dared to step forward, including Zi Chen. He also felt the bell sound that killed Chang Feng just now. The power was too strong and could kill people's souls. Even he was not sure he could withstand a blow.

"Prince, what should we do?" the people of the Purple Thunder Dynasty asked in a low voice. Zi Chen narrowed his eyes slightly: "This ancient bell is too powerful. It can kill the Emperor of Heaven. If you can master it, it will be worth the trip. My Purple Thunder Dynasty must get it."

"But now this bell is controlled by this boy. It's difficult to get it." Someone said.

"Don't worry, I have notified the emperor of the dynasty. He should be on the way. Now just keep an eye on him and prevent him from leaving." Zi Chen ordered.

Everyone nodded, and at this time, not only the Purple Thunder Frenzy, but also several big monsters in the Beast King Hall looked at each other, exchanged opinions, and notified the emperor.

"Chu Yan, the emperor of my Beiming Dynasty will arrive soon, and then it will be your death." The disciples of the Beiming Dynasty said fiercely.

"It seems that Changfeng's death has not taught you much." Chu Yan said coldly, and then he raised his hand, and the bell rang, constantly bombarding the Beiming Dynasty. No matter who you are, a bell will directly destroy you. Everyone in the Beiming Dynasty turned pale.

"Retreat!" The strong retreated one after another, away from the ancient bell, but none of them went far.

Meng Ya was anxious, and she also informed Meng Jun, but even so, she was still very worried, because she realized that today's incident seemed to exceed the previous collisions. There was a divine object, and Chu Yan killed many people, including Beiming Dynasty, Jian Wuya, Donghuang Clan, and Purple Thunder Frenzy.

In a few days, Chu Yan was trapped under the ancient bell, surrounded by the strong, and there were people from the sixteen veins of the Tianbei, but no one dared to step forward.

Chu Yan sat cross-legged under the ancient bell, and he did not leave, but was meditating. The ranking of the Soul-Eating Bell and the Evergreen Tree was not much different, and he was good at the way of the soul, which was very special.

After a few short days, Chu Yan cultivated with the sound of the bell and found that his soul was even stronger. He couldn't help but sigh: "It is said that the ancient powerful people can make their souls leave their bodies. Even if the body is destroyed, the soul is not destroyed, and they can live forever. Now it seems that the rumor is true."

Although Chu Yan's soul cannot fly out in form now, it is stronger than ordinary people, and his soul is also more powerful. There is also a very powerful soul magic in the ancient bell.

"Soul-destroying bell method!"

This bell method, when cultivated to perfection, can turn the soul into an ancient bell, release the bell sound, and directly benefit the soul, which is extremely powerful.

"If you can cultivate this method, you can fight with others, even if your realm is slightly lower, but you can win with the means of soul." Chu Yan thought to himself: "It is true that all methods return to one. Any way, once practiced and mastered, has the means to defy the heavens. As for the so-called minor ways, they just don't understand it."

A few days later, many opportunities in the ruins were taken away by others, but the one with the greatest impact was still this ancient bell.

The strong surrounded and suppressed the enemy, with hundreds of people. On this day, a terrible gust of wind suddenly swept across the sky. A super strong man came flying on a sword, wearing Jian Wuya's long gown, arrogant and domineering. The king's power behind him was not concealed, extremely domineering, which made the emperors in the wasteland slightly dormant.

"King! It's Jian Wuya's King. They arrived first." Someone whispered. Zi Chen frowned slightly, but in front of the king, even if he was a prince, he didn't dare to be presumptuous.

Kings cannot be insulted. They are the supreme existence in the star sea. In front of them, any identity is in vain.

"Master!" Jian Wuya's countless disciples walked out and bowed. With the king as a backing, the momentum was a little stronger.

"Is the ancient god bell you mentioned here?" The sword king said calmly.

Jian Wuya's disciple said respectfully, "Master, that's right. But now the ancient bell has been occupied by a disciple of the Demon Sect. No one in the Heavenly Monument dares to approach it. The Emperor of Heaven can do nothing about it, and Senior Brother Changfeng was even killed."

"Changfeng is dead?" A murderous intent flashed through the eyes of the sword master. Although Changfeng was not Jian Wuya's genius swordsman, after all, he was fighting with his master and apprentice. It would be fine if he died fighting over the ruins. Now he was actually killed by a man. If the disciples of the Demon Sect killed him directly, he would naturally get angry.

"Take me to see it!" The sword master said coldly. Jian Wuya's disciple nodded and immediately led him towards the ancient bell.

The hundred-foot-long ancient clock stood in the middle of the wasteland. It was very obvious. The divine patterns on it were prominent, making it look very extraordinary. After seeing it, the sword master's eyes suddenly showed a hint of greed: "It is indeed an extraordinary treasure!"

Seeing the monarch appear, Chu Yan slowly opened his eyes and became alert. He was not sure how powerful the ancient clock in front of him could be.

There is an unbridgeable gap between the king and the emperor. Some of the top geniuses who have reached the level of Heavenly Emperor or broken Emperor are invincible at the Emperor level, but regicide at the Emperor level is impossible.

Although the emperor is not weak, he still needs to be humble and respectful in front of the king.

"This clock is good, I like it, and it will belong to me from now on." The sword master said calmly, not discussing it at all, but directly reaching out his hand and grabbing the ancient clock.

Chu Yan couldn't help but frown, but before he could speak, the Soul-Hungry Bell immediately chimed.

"Boom!" The bell rang, turning into the roar of a mad dragon, roaring towards the sword master.

Everyone was slightly shocked: "This bell is really powerful. Even a king needs to accept the nine-ring test."

"Hmph, you humble thing, you want to hurt me too?" The sword master shouted in a low voice, and immediately slashed out a sword light, and then the bells kept ringing, and the sword light hit the Soul-Hungry Bell, making the ancient bell tremble wildly. Continuously.

Under the ancient bell, Chu Yan's face turned cold, and he looked up at the sword master: "This bell has recognized me as its master. Senior has not followed my opinions, so it would be inappropriate to snatch it away like this, right?"

"Now that I have recognized you as my master, do you have any objections to me?" The Sword Lord sneered. As he spoke, the monarch's power billowed, forming a suspended virtual sword in the void, surrounding Chu Yan. It seemed that just a thought from him, The virtual sword will pierce Chu Yan.

"The ruins have been opened, and each of the powerful has made an agreement. Don't you feel shameful that a dignified senior king is not in the inner circle, but he comes to bully my junior?" Chu Yan's voice was sharp, and then the sword heart moved, and the virtual swords trembled. He was actually checked and balanced by Chu Yan.

"It's kind of interesting to actually cultivate the sword heart, but even so, I am the king, and you can't refuse my order!"

"It's ridiculous, who do you think you are? Are you worthy of ordering me?" Chu Yan sneered. The other party was too domineering. He came here to take things by force. In this case, he didn't need to be polite, not to mention even if he handed over the ancient bell. , will the other party let him go?

In an instant, his bloodline burned, and he communicated with the ancient bell. The bell kept ringing, turning into waves of sound, shattering those virtual swords.

Everyone's eyes were fixed and they were all stunned. Is this... really crazy?

The emperor, the king?

Even if you can use the ancient bell, it is not enough in front of the monarch. The monarch is absolutely inviolable, and their power can be said to be the strongest.

"You are looking for death!" A cold grin appeared in the eyes of the sword master, and the sword flew out from under his feet, forming a ruthless sword curtain. Just a thought made all the emperors tremble and feel a terrible threat.

Mengya's beauty turned pale in the distance, and she hurriedly took a step forward to block the Sword Lord: "Senior, the competition on the outside is originally about the imperial realm. Now that senior has ignored the agreement and came here, could it be that he wants to break the Sixteenth Monument of Heaven? Pulse agreement?"

"Who are you?"

"Mengjun's daughter!" Mengya acted extremely cold and arrogant. She also knew that at this moment, she could not feel guilty, otherwise Chu Yan would die if the other party made a move.

Hearing the word "Mengjun", the sword master had some scruples. He looked at Mengya: "I need to give some face to the descendants of senior Mengjun. In this case, let him hand over the ancient bell. Today, I will let him go." His life."

Mengya frowned. Although the other party had given him face, was it possible to ask Chu Yan to hand over the ancient clock?

"You just have a few more years of practice than me, and you really think you are more powerful. If you are placed in the king's realm, you will be like an ant, and you can be trampled on by others. If you give me a few years, I will kill you like a dog." Is a person like you worthy of barking here?" Sure enough, at this moment, Chu Yan's eyes sharpened, and his murderous intent became stronger. Then he stopped talking and activated the ancient clock with his blood, and a figure appeared behind him. An ethereal dragon-shaped totem.

As for the others, they were all shocked and speechless.

Crazy, really crazy this time.

This time, the opponent is not Changfeng, Zichen, or an emperor, but a real king, even if he is just a human king, a king must not be offended.