The night is desolate.

The cold wind blows the long street.

The figures of many Mutiansi masters were shaking, and they were really encouraging, guarding Zhan Antong in the center, looking at Qiye standing in front of the inn window with fear.

Everyone looked shocked.

Zhan Antong took a long breath, and the flesh and blood squirmed in the hole that broke through his chest, and granulation sprouts grew rapidly, entangled and closed together like many tentacles, blocking the blood hole as big as a fist.

But Zhan Antong seemed to have shrunk by one size.

His face was gloomy and his cold eyes turned to Qiye, and he ignored Qiye's inquiries.

Staring at the soul-locking bell in Qiye's palm, Zhan Antong didn't say anything nonsense about asking the other party to return it.

He is not that naive yet.

The same force displayed by Qiye also made him feel turbulent.

Although he believed too much about the power of the Soul Locking Bell and thought that he would inevitably be a little careless after catching Qiye's soul, the opponent severely injured him with one blow. Zhan Antong thought that even if he was fully focused, he was not sure to take it.

Sword Master Qiye was much stronger than he expected.

Although Da Chong is a master of all kinds, he can reach the seven elephants and the eight elephants at the top level. These few people may not be stronger than Zhan Antong.

"Maybe, this time I really have to ask the sword master to take action."

Zhan An's face was as deep as water.

"Walk!"

With a low shout, Zhan Antong waved to the masters, but before they could take a step, the void was whistling, the air was boiling, and a series of fine and sharp energy were derived, falling down like a storm.

Zhan Antong and others looked like a rain-like energy, but the energy of the rain was like an invisible air shield, drew a circle around them, and the ground cracked inch by inch, breaking deep cracks.

"Did I let you go?"

Qiye's faint words came into everyone's ears.

Zhan Antong looked ugly: "What do you want? Don't forget where this is. As long as the official raises his arms and shouts, thousands of experts will flock to you. Do you think you can get it?"

"No need to bluff, I won't do anything to you, let alone the one who started the first attack just now?" Qi Ye looked calm and held the soul-locking bell in his palm: "I just want to know the origin of this thing. Can you answer me one or two?"

Zhan Antong's eyes were cold and he stared at Qiye coldly. After all, he did not choose to do it and said, "I don't know."

Qiye raised his eyebrows: "I don't know?"

"The thing is already in your hands, and there is no need for Zhan to lie to you." Zhan Antong said indifferently: "Even the name 'Soul Locking Bell' is just a force added by later generations. No one knows the origin of this bell. Maybe it is a magic weapon refined by those ancient immortals..."

"That's all that Zhan knows. If you want to do it, take action as soon as possible."

Qi Ye held the bell in his palm and shook his head and said, "There is no need to do it. You are not my target. I will give the Lord of Aurora Swords a word for me. I will wait for him here for three days. After three days, if he doesn't come, I will go to the palace to find him..."

"Sword Controversy!"

The Lord of Aurora Sword was regarded as a god in Da Chong, and was extremely noble. The masters of Mu Tiansi were angry when they heard this. Zhan Antong sneered: "If you want to die, Zhan will fulfill you."

As Zhan An and his group of people sank into the night, Qiye's eyes regained their eyes on the soul-locking bell.

In fact, he didn't care much about the effect of this bell's soul-catching effect.

As a paper puppet, he is naturally immune to this, and his original body, Pei Yuan's divine spirit is not inferior to ordinary True Taoist powerhouses, and this soul-locking bell cannot affect him.

Qiye valued the spirituality contained in the bell. With such powerful spiritual fluctuations, all the spiritual things I saw over the past year have been even better than the Love Sword.

"It has something to do with the ancient immortal..."

Qiye murmured to himself, flicking the bell with his fingers, and the crisp sound spread far away in the quiet night sky.

Like a signal, the guests in the inn and restaurants who were stagnating on the street started to move again, and noisy sounds came from all directions.

The quiet street suddenly became bustling again.

Not long after, a heart-wrenching scream came from the inn: "My inn..."

This is when the inn shopkeeper discovered the broken roof and the broken tiles.

Dachong Palace.

As the lord of Mutiansi, Zhan Antong had the power to walk casually in the palace. He went to see King Da Chong without even changing his clothes and reported everything tonight.

"Is that? That sword king is so fierce that even Mr. Zhan is not his opponent?"

King Da Chong was a little surprised when he heard this, and looked at Zhan Antong's bloody chest with a serious expression. The wound was ferocious and bloody.

"I am incompetent, please punish me!"

Zhan Antong was respectful and meticulous. Even in terms of cultivation, he could slap King Da Chong to death with one hand.

King Da Chong was about thirty years old, and his cultivation level was in the five signs. He was able to sit on the throne, which was entirely supported by the Lord of Aurora Sword.

"This is not a crime of war, and Mr. Zhan does not need to blame himself." King Da Chong shook his head and said, "This person is coming in a fierce manner, and I'm afraid he will be exhausted."

King Da Chong sighed: "You go and see Uncle Wang with me."

The two of them immediately walked through the courtyard and walked straight into the deep palace. After a while, they arrived in front of a palace without any lights and were completely covered by night.

King Da Chong, Zhan Antong looked up, but saw that the palace gate was closed, and it looked like a dark pool inside, swallowing all the light.

The two of them stood without saying a word, bowing their heads and lowering their hands.

"What's the matter?" A faint voice came from the dark palace gate.

"Uncle Wang, my nephew did not intend to disturb Uncle Wang's practice. Something important happened..." King Da Chong said hurriedly.

"explain."

When King Da Chong heard this, he did not dare to neglect it and hurriedly told the whole story.

"Sword Master Qiye? It's interesting. I haven't been walking around the world for only a few years, so will anyone take me seriously?"

With a buzzing sound, the palace gate slowly opened, and a sparse figure seemed to come from a different space and fell down. In an instant, the dark world lit up, as if a sun was rising, and endless glory and heat sprinkled out.

With a bang, King Da Chong fell to the ground directly, and Zhan Antong also had cold sweat on his forehead and dry throat. He felt the vast pressure swept over, making him unable to help but bow down and bow down.

There was a figure in white clothes like snow in front of the palace gate. The man's eyes were indifferent, like a god in the sky, looking down.

"Uncle Wang, have you already entered the true path?" King Chong's mind trembled when he saw this power, and blurted out.

"The truth..."

The Lord of Aurora Sword Zhan Yangyao carried his hands on his back and looked up at the night sky. His white clothes blew with the breeze and he muttered softly, as if he had infinite emotion.

He slowly stretched out a hand and grabbed it into the night sky, closing his five fingers immediately, and his tone was quiet: "Although it seems to be within reach, it is still a little bit short of it..."

"It's hard to overcome the first line of difference after years of hard practice. I hope that the so-called Sword Lord is strong enough to give me more pressure!"
Chapter completed!