The face of the kendo man in the breeze was suppressed by the majestic aura, and it looked like a lake wrinkled by the wind.

Qiongqi stared at his big eyes, and his second claw fell on the old Taoist priest's back again.

The current situation is actually very good for him. The old Taoist priest chose to attack the old ape and the sword-bending Taoist first, and then deliberately did not deal with him, which created conditions for him.

The old Taoist priest killed the two people, and then he killed the old Taoist priest.

Everything belongs to him, and there is no need to share it with others.

This was the ideal situation.

But he didn't believe it, and he didn't believe that there was such a good thing in the world. You should know that the holy lord in the clan was cruel and easy to kill, and he was also suspicious by nature.

This is not to say that the holy lord is like this, but that the entire Xishan and the entire Qiongqi clan are like this.

As the Qiongqi clan, he was unwilling to believe that the situation in front of him is so good now.

So after he hit the old Taoist priest with one claw, he stretched out his second claw without hesitation.

Even if it is because of this, the sword Taoist will save the sword.

But in fact, the old Taoist priest took the claw down, then grabbed the sword Taoist's head without expression, and slammed the sword Taoist's head.

The blood-carried bones spread out.

Some white things splashed on the old Taoist priest's blue Taoist robe.

A green demon pill appeared in front of the two of them.

The old Taoist priest pushed the demon pill towards Qiongqi without hesitation, and at the same time, in the process, he poured a powerful aura into the demon pill.

The demon pill emitted a dazzling light and exploded in the air.

The entire lake shaking.

The air waves were rushing around, and countless buildings were knocked down by this air wave, and the rumbling sound was endless.

But the fog that enveloped those buildings did not dissipate.

It looks even more intense.

The old Taoist priest spit out a mouthful of blood and then waved his hand to throw something out.

After the war has come to this day, there is actually something very terrifying that they have not even discovered, that is, the old Taoist priest has not taken out his magic weapon yet.

Most of the magic weapons of the demon monks are simple, but the magic weapons of the three sects are very varied. The old Taoist priest fought against the three people with bare hands and now he even killed one person. Although he was injured, he had not taken out the magic weapons from beginning to end, which was an extremely abnormal thing.

Until now, the old Taoist priest threw out that thing.

It is a small bell with a simple shape.

It looks extremely ordinary, but very old.

The magic weapon of a monk is not simple as long as it is related to ancient things.

Qiongqi looked at the little bell hanging in the sky, and did not rush to take action, but just asked slowly: "What is this?"

The old Taoist priest wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and replied calmly: "Demon-Suppressing Ling."

There are many kinds of magic weapons in the world, and countless names will be taken out according to their purpose. Of course, there are many names that have nothing to do with their purpose. However, as long as the name of the magic weapon has the word "Suppress the Demon", it must be specially used to target the monks of the demon clan.

The most famous magic weapon used in the mountains and rivers to suppress demon monks is the Demon Suppression Bowl. There is a big monster in the bowl, and I don’t know whether it is true or not. But since this magic weapon is in the hands of the Taoist saint Ye Sheng, it is destined not to be bad.

Many years ago, around the time when the swordsman had not yet withered, there was a sword immortal's sword called the Demon-Suppressing Sword.

In addition to being angry, the monks of the demon clan were most afraid of these magical tools that had the word "suppression".

After all, since the names are all taken in this way, 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 the people they faced were demon cultivators. It was normal to have such a magic weapon.

The old Taoist priest's words were like stepping on the hearts of the old ape and Qiongqi.

"This is a saint's relic."

The relics of the saint?!

What is the relics of a saint? The theory of a saint is considered a relics of a saint. The cave where the saint lives is also a relics of a saint, and even the brush and ink used by the saint are also relics of a saint.

But what the old Taoist priest said was definitely not something insignificant.

This demon-suppressing bell is a magic weapon.

This is a terrible thing.

But the most terrifying thing is not this, but...

If this demon-suppressing bell was the natal magic weapon of a saint...

Even though the saint has died for many years, even if the qi in the demon-suppressing bell has dissipated a lot, if it were the saint's natal magic weapon, it would be a killing weapon, and I'm afraid there would be no magic weapon in the world to compete with it.

If the monks who climbed the tower realm were still confident in facing this thing, they would have no confidence to deal with this magic weapon.

The old ape looked at the demon-suppressing ring. After being beaten away by the old Taoist priest, he restrained a lot. Now, looking at this thing that might be the saint's natal magic weapon, he was deeply afraid in his eyes.

Qiongqi stopped and remained silent.

The blood on the old Taoist priest was dripping into the lake water drop by drop. He looked at Qiongqi with indifferent eyes.

Qiongqi smiled and changed back to the same way he used to be.

A short man.

"It turns out that the seniors are not waiting for us."

After the current situation, if he still can't see the situation on the field, he will be hopelessly stupid.

"If you think about the fact that I and Qingtianjun had a big battle, you should know if Qingfu City is the place you should come."

The old Taoist priest reached out and the demon-suppressing bell began to ring.

The sound is not loud, but it resounds throughout the sky.

That sound is not like a ringtone, but like a drum. Just listening to the sound, you can feel the scene.

On a dead battlefield, there was a tall Taoist, shaking the bell in his hand. Behind him were monks holding various magical instruments, waiting for the battle, and opposite him were a group of demon cultivators with blood and energy.

A big battle was about to break out, and the demon-suppressing bell was the first to wave the flag.

Qiongqi's face looked extremely ugly, and then his eyes began to dissipate, while the old ape was already red in his eyes, and his hands couldn't stop slapping his chest.

Soon the old ape's chest was bloody and bloody, but the old ape seemed to not feel any pain, and his hands were still slapping his chest. Qiongqi watched his bones appear, and then a big hole was smashed into his entire chest.

The old Taoist priest said indifferently: "The most tragic thing is not death, but not knowing why he died."

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...

In front of the big rock outside Qingfu City, the stream flows slowly.

A man with a strong figure came here.

He looked at Qingfucheng not far away, with a expressionless face.

He stood here without a single word, but just stood here and said something.
Chapter completed!