The opening saint broke into my backyard

That golden light circulated around his body, and then became brighter and brighter, like a ray of dawn piercing the dawn, bringing hope and strength to people.

Seeing this golden ray of light and feeling the powerful aura contained in it, Qu Wuji's uncle was also startled. This kid's strength is far superior to his master's, which can be regarded as a bit of a skill.Just so what?Under the pressure of his own strength in the realm of the emperor, he had no choice but to die.

There was a loud bang, and the two of them each used their unique moves, and the two powerful forces collided fiercely.

Inside the incomparably strong hall, there was even a slight shake, and a lot of dust was constantly falling from the roof.

The people next to him couldn't help but gasped. If it was me just now, I'm afraid they would have died long ago.

Qu Wuji's uncle had a mocking smile on his face, but he was extremely shocked in his heart. This kid only had the strength of a king, but the strength he displayed was already very close to the strength of a king.It's kind of wicked.

Although Qu Wuji looked innocent on the surface, his heart was full of energy and blood.The gap in realm is indeed like the gap in the vast sea.It seems that I can only invite Zhuo Xiaofan's magic weapon.

Qu Wuji had an extra kitchen knife in his hand.Although Zhuo Xiaofan gave Qu Wuji a long knife, but that long knife is more useful when fighting on the battlefield, but in ordinary occasions, it is not as flexible as a kitchen knife, so Qu Wuji would rather choose that kitchen knife.Moreover, the back-moon knife technique practiced by Qu Wuji is more suitable for short knives like kitchen knives.The power exerted is also greater.

Seeing the kitchen knife in Qu Wuji's hand, Qu Wuji's uncle laughed so hard that he almost burst out of breath.He thought that Qu Wuji was going to take out some magical weapon, but he didn't expect it to be a kitchen knife: "Qu Wuji, I don't think you should be the head of the sect, it's better to be a cook."

Qu Wuji knew that the old guy had misread it, and said with a sneer, "You will know how powerful this kitchen knife is later."

Qu Wuji's uncle was still smiling: "Okay, then I'll come and see how good you are as a cook."

Qu Wuji no longer fought with him. With a wave of the kitchen knife in his hand, a majestic force surged out. The surrounding space seemed to tremble under the knife, and a sharp cold light struck like lightning. To Qu Wuji's uncle.

The smile on Qu Wuji's face suddenly froze.His eyes were wide open. Over the years, he had seen countless magical weapons, but none of them could compare to this kitchen knife.It was his own misjudgment, what Qu Wuji held in his hand turned out to be a magic weapon.

Qu Wuji retreated quickly, even though he was already in the realm of the emperor, he absolutely did not dare to take the knife with his body.Because he knew that if he insisted on reaching out to pick it up, his hand would be separated from his body immediately.The power contained in this kitchen knife is too terrifying, even a mountain can be easily split by this knife.

Qu Wuji's uncle tried his best to avoid the knife, but he looked very embarrassed.

"How is it? Do you still think that what I hold is just an ordinary kitchen knife?" Qu Wuji smiled triumphantly.

Qu Wuji's uncle sneered, "Don't get complacent too early."

Then he took out the Qiankun bag and said in his mouth: "Out."

Only the sound of bells that seemed to come from ancient times was heard. The deep and heavy bells rang in people's ears, but they hit everyone's hearts.Everyone only felt their hearts aching, and even some elders with weak skills were a little unsteady.

An old copper bell, continuously spinning in the air, appeared in front of everyone's eyes. The bell full of oppression came from this old copper bell.

"Dong, Donghuang Bell."

Someone in the hall recognized the bronze bell suspended in the air, and when they said the Donghuang Bell, their voices trembled, as if these three words had infinite deterrent power.

The Eastern Emperor Bell is an ancient artifact with great power, but everyone has only heard about it. They have never seen this artifact before, but they did not expect it to be in the hands of Uncle Qu Wuji.

"Sect Leader, be careful." The elder on the side said worriedly.

"Hahaha, now you know how to be afraid. In this way, as long as Qu Wuji obediently surrenders the position of head, I will keep everyone safe and sound. If Qu Wuji doesn't know how to praise, I will let everyone here be buried with him." Qu Wuji said The uncle's tone was cold and authentic.

These words made the people here explode. Everyone knows that the Eastern Emperor Bell is powerful. Once it is activated, it will destroy the world. They are nothing but ants in front of them, and they will be wiped out.

Some people are arrogant, but some people start to retreat.

Qu Wuji was also uneasy.This Donghuang Bell is an ancient artifact with incomparable power. If he fights recklessly, he doesn't know what the consequences will be.Although he believed in Zhuo Xiaofan's supernatural powers, the Donghuang Bell was an ancient artifact after all.If there is a mistake, not only will the blood of Tianyunmen flow into rivers, but it will also make this century-old foundation of hard work come to an end.

Qu Wuji had no choice but to ask Zhuo Xiaofan for help with his eyes.

Zhuo Xiaofan carefully looked at the Donghuang Bell, but he didn't see anything special.So he said: "Isn't it just a broken clock? There is nothing to be afraid of."

Hearing Zhuo Xiaofan's words, Qu Wuji became excited like a chicken blood.Although the Eastern Emperor Bell was powerful, Master didn't take him seriously at all.

"A broken clock?" Qu Wuji's uncle was about to explode, is this guy an idiot?Or maybe he's out of his mind.

"Okay, since you said he is just a broken clock, I'll let you have a taste of his strength." Saying that, he knocked out the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Above the main hall, bursts of ancient Sanskrit sounds resounded, and the sound of Sanskrit was mixed with thick and heavy bells from time to time.The bells sounded like death knells in people's hearts, making people tremble uncontrollably.

Some of the weaker people present were already wobbling and unable to stand steadily. Some even knelt on the ground with a plop under the pressure, unable to stand up.

With a puff, a person with a weaker skill spurted out a big mouthful of blood.

The Donghuang Bell spun rapidly and flew towards Zhuo Xiaofan.

The corner of Zhuo Xiaofan's mouth showed a trace of sneer: "You are called juggling in our place, but I guess you have some more magic tricks, which makes people feel dizzy and other oppressive feelings. But, to play with these things, I really don't know what to do. Your grandfather."

Before Zhuo Xiaofan did not time travel, his father practiced acrobatics, and he got tired of these things since he was young.

"You, what are you talking about?" Qu Wuji's uncle was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.Where did this idiot come from, talking nonsense here.

Zhuo Xiaofan chuckled: "Don't worry." Then he stretched out his hand towards the Donghuang Bell that was flying towards him.

His father once told him that when picking up a spinning heavy object with one hand, he should remember to use strength to borrow strength, and strength to achieve strength.Although there is only a short sentence, but the father of this realm has been practicing for decades to achieve a small success.But his son's intelligence made his father extremely excited. Zhuo Xiaofan didn't practice much, but he could do it easily.

Everyone in the hall held their breath, watching everything in front of them nervously and worriedly.