Chapter 102 Donghuang Bell!

"I can still hold on!"

The saint of the Immortal Dao Sect had a sinister look in his eyes. Even after encountering such a disaster, his skin was so old and wilted, he was still sneering. He was injured, and Chu Xun was not much better. He had allies, but what did Chu Xun have?

Four fields.

It was also completely silent.

Never thought about it.

This battle was so bloody.

The saint was severely wounded.

Encountered tragedy.

"Chu Xun is dead!" Lu Nantian, the leader of the Zhenwu Sect, looked cold, and his frown relaxed slightly. He encountered a combination of punches from his sage, and even his body, which had been washed by thunder through the tribulation, would still be crippled.

"Elder Chu...!"

Xiao Rongyu's beautiful eyes were filled with nervousness.

Chu Xun's current state.

very bad.

Covered in blood.

Many cracks.

Even the ivy sword has lost its luster.

This set trades injury for injury.

Obviously suffered a big loss.

Even though the saint of the Immortal Dao Sect was more seriously injured, Chu Xun still faced a formidable enemy, the saint of the Zhenwu Sect, who was currently the strongest being in the Eastern Region, bar none.

"Creak!"

"Creak!"

Take out a holy medicine.

Put it in your mouth.

Chew randomly twice.

Regardless of taste.

He swallowed it hastily.

The holy medicine exerted its power and turned into a torrent of medicinal power to repair his injuries. The cracked wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, this treated the symptoms but not the root cause. His more serious injuries were to his bones and internal organs.

The Zhenwu Sect Saint's fists are too domineering, and the remaining fist power is destroying wantonly, and the collision is like a wild dragon, making the five internal organs and lungs tremble slightly. The holy medicine is filled into the body, and it is just suppressing, even if the Ivy Sword is activated at this time. They all felt it was more strenuous than ever before, and the severity of their injuries was rare in their lives.

"Ah!"

"Swallow the holy medicine now!"

"late!"

The saint of the Zhenwu Sect mocked wantonly and walked forward slowly. There was a bit of caution hidden under his rough face. He also used all his strength to fight the lion and the rabbit. Even if Chu Xun was weak to the extreme, he did not dare to be careless for fear of being punished. Losing or encountering the tragic situation of the Immortal Sect Saint, he tentatively asked: "Can you still fight?"

Mu Hong swept away indifferently, naturally knowing that she was asking about herself.

"hehe!"

The saint of the Zhenwu Sect touched his nose and laughed. He wanted the saint of the Immortal Sect to contribute again, but this guy was already so disabled that it was impossible for him to contribute. He also smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, Fellow Daoist Mu. , let’s see how I kill him!”

"Roar!"

A roar.

A golden statue of Dharma.

Coming from the sky.

Like a god.

Thousands of feet tall.

Wearing imperial robes.

A pair of indifferent eyes.

Contempt the sky.

A ruthless view from above.

"True martial law!"

At this moment, the saint of the Zhenwu Sect used his unique skills. As a thought surged, the Zhenwu Dharma Form continued to shrink, melting from a thousand feet to normal size, trying to overlap with his physical body. In an instant, the pupils of the saint of the Zhenwu Sect released His domineering divine light, energy and spirit were all transformed, as if he was a different person, as if he was possessed by Emperor Zhenwu.

"Boom!"

Throw a punch.

Light and airy.

But the void trembles.

Directly break out a passage.

Wuyin's fist power surged.

Move forward to kill.

"Roar~"

This is the fist light roaring.

at the rear.

Xiao Rongyu.

Wang He.

Elder Jiang.

Elder Wang.

Elder Sun.

These people were trembling for no reason. Even if they had sworn to Chu Xun before, could he still be able to withstand this domineering blow after being hit hard now?

The leader of the Immortal Sect.

The leader of Zhenwu Sect.

The leader of the Shenxing Sect.

Xuanwang Palace.

Floating Moon Sect.

Those who had attacked Donglin Sect were silently relieved. If Chu Xun died in this battle, then what they had done before was the right decision and nothing wrong.

"Zheng!"

Chu Xun wanted to activate the ivy sword in his hand.

But just lifted it.

Then feel the tearing pain of the muscles and bones.

"I can't hold it anymore!"

Chu Xun murmured, after all, this body was only washed during the tribulation, not simply refined. The injuries from such a random hit were too severe. Even if it could block this overbearing punch, it would not be able to withstand the second blow. Three strikes, the fourth strike, and the skill of the sword was no longer showing, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

"Elder Chu!"

Jiang Zhenshan's pupils shrank and he trembled for no reason. What was the difference between doing this and giving up? His dying body was seriously injured and he was still no match if he tried his best. What's more, now that he was so weak, it would be no accident if he closed his eyes and died.

"boom!"

The saint of the Zhenwu Sect had cold eyes. Feeling the crisis, he knew that the other party wanted to fight to the death. A sharp look flashed across his face, and he said ferociously: "I still want to fight to the death, but it's impossible!"

"Donghuang Bell!"

"Whoosh!"

Chu Xun suddenly opened his eyes.

Youyou spit out the numbers.

The void above.

Direct solidification.

A big bell.

Solidified from the sky.

Suddenly suppressed.

"block!"

The bells resisted.

Chu Zun, the saint of the Zhenwu Sect, had a look of horror on his face. He had been hit by this blow earlier at a corner of the seaside and was almost robbed. He was naturally frightened. Seeing the reappearance of the Donghuang Bell, even if he wanted to escape, he still couldn't. The Donghuang Bell blocked the space here. The suppression continued and the saint of Zhenwu Sect was enveloped.

"Bang!"

Four fields.

There was silence.

Everyone looked at this scene in shock.

A big bell.

Enveloping the saint of Zhenwu Sect.

Mu Hong, who wanted to sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor and watch the saint of Zhenwu Sect solve Chu Xun, changed his expression. Having suffered from the loss of Donghuang Bell, he knew how powerful this magical power was. Every time the circle inside was reduced, there would be multiples of pressure. Even if the saint could not blast the bell open in a short time, the end result would be death and refining.

"Damn it!" Mu Hong's eyes burst with murderous intent. He did not expect that at this time, Chu Xun could still burst out with such magical power and break out of the desperate situation.

"Disperse!"

Mu Hong gritted his teeth, formed seals with both hands, and used forbidden techniques to dispel the influence of the previous time. He wanted to quickly bring himself to the peak. Even if he could not do it, he had to return to 80% of his level. His withered white hair turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his turbid eyes gradually became dark and sharp. His aura was surging.

"Kill!"

Before reaching the peak.

Mu Hong killed him.

His expression was fierce.

He said fiercely: "Chu Xun, it is worth your death to force the two of us to this field!"