Moreover, relatively speaking, the inside of the Donghuang Bell is actually the weakest place in the magical light, so if you want to break through, this is the most suitable place.

Yu Tian Xuanhuang wrapped his hand around Zhuge Canglan and pressed against the Donghuang Bell with the other hand. The scorching temperature of the tentacles burned his real palm, and he didn't even blink.

The purple light on his body gradually spread, and layers of phantoms, like water waves, slowly spreading. The ripples that rippled began to hit the Donghuang Bell...

From the initial gentleness, it gradually became heavier and faster, with dense ripple and numerous...

Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-

The Donghuang Bell made a heavier bell ring, and the huge body swayed gently from the beginning to the end trembling violently.

The sound of the Donghuang Bell gradually became louder, and those who were weak could no longer bear to cover their ears and fell to the ground and rolled wailing.

After a while, the voice even thought,

The ghost clan is a dark thing. The magical artifact such as Donghuangzhong is its nemesis. Not long after, many ghost cultivators bleed in their seven orifices and twitched and died...

Qingyan Demon Lord and Huo Xuan ignored the dead ghost cultivators. All their experiences were concentrated on the Donghuang Bell.

Qingyan was quite calm on the surface, but Huo Xuan clenched his fists, his teeth creaked, his eyes became more and more cracked, and his forehead was leaping...

I plan to take action outside at any time to help Yutian Xuanhuang with his arm...

Qing Yan pressed his hand: "Don't act rashly, see clearly first before talking... Don't help you too much!"

At this moment, there was a dazzling purple light in the Donghuang Bell, and there was no way to tell which light was or who was a person.

Zhuge Canglan heard the loud thud. Even with Yutian Xuanhuang carefully protecting her eardrums, her eardrums still hurt...

She counted in her heart, and now she had already counted fifty-nine.

She was still forty times before she could open her eyes.

Zhuge Canglan prayed that when it counted to 100, the wind and snow must be dissipated and the bright sunshine was seen.

At this moment, the powerful magic power that continued to operate around Yutian Xuanhuang had almost solidified into a solid body in the Donghuang Bell, and it was still reinforcing and expanding rapidly...'

Yutian Xuanhuang's technique is not smart, and the Donghuang Bell is extremely strong. If you aim at a point and smash it hard, it will at most create a hole and may not be completely broken.

So, he chose - Damn, I can't break you, so I can use my magic power but this will last you to death...

There were already fine cracks on the left and right Donghuang Bell, and almost spread throughout the body. In this way, Yu Tian Xuanhuang used force internally and could crack the clock body along the crack.

However, although the Donghuang Bell has been damaged, it is the number one magic weapon in ancient times. It is not easy to break the Donghuang Bell and come out.

This is a life-and-death game, a close-range kill.

Yu Tian Xuanhuang's bones, blood vessels, flesh and flesh, the energy of the Donghuang Bell and his own powerful magic power seemed to be broken into pieces, and it was in great pain.

His face was still calm, but his pale skin and the cold sweat rolling on his forehead all showed how much pain he had suffered.

"Eighty-one, eighty-two...eighty..." When it was eighty-three, Zhuge Canglan felt a heat on his neck, as if a drop of hot liquid fell on his skin...

She was stunned...

I immediately thought of it, it might be sweat, because Yu Tian Xuanhuang would not cry and had no smell of blood, so it could only sweat.
Chapter completed!