Great Sword Master

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The thousand-meter-long bell swung and fell, like a shattered star, destroying everything.

Boom!

The giant bell directly hit the Hun Tian Sect's protective formation, which shook with a loud roar, and endless ripples spread. The place where the giant bell was hit collapsed directly, as if it had been subjected to the extreme, and fine traces appeared on the edge, as if it could break and shatter at any time.

Tuoba Wuxiang's face was extremely solemn.

Tianyuan Bell and Hun Tian Drum are both quasi-imperial weapons, and the power they contain is extraordinary.

However, the two have different effects.

Tianyuan Bell suppresses everything, with amazing power, while Hun Tian Drum tends to be auxiliary.

The Hun Tian Sect's protective formation is indeed very strong, but it is still not enough to resist the power of the quasi-imperial weapons.

If it was the Hun Tian Sect at its peak, the protective formation would naturally be extremely powerful, not to mention the quasi-imperial weapons, even the imperial weapons might not be able to break it.

Now... it's finally fallen.

"It can actually withstand a blow." Meng Feng also showed a hint of surprise, and then sneered, stretched out his hand, and the huge Tianyuan Bell flew up again, flew into the sky, and once again carried extremely terrifying power, and slammed into the protective formation like a falling star.

The power of this blow was several times stronger than before.

The protective formation may not be able to withstand it.

Once it is broken, then, the Huntian Holy Mountain will also be unable to bear it and suffer heavy losses.

Tuoba Wuxiang gritted his teeth and immediately wanted to sacrifice the Huntian Drum to resist the blow of the Tianyuan Bell.

But the two are different after all.

Tuoba Wuxiang was not sure whether he could completely resist it.

At the moment when the thousand-meter giant bell fell across the sky, there seemed to be an inexplicable breath, as if some terrible existence woke up from sleep and released.

That breath blended with the heaven and earth, oppressing everything.

Everything seemed to solidify in an instant.

But in fact, it was not truly solidified. It was just that the breath was too strong and too superb and unpredictable, beyond everything, so that people's thinking was disturbed, and there was an illusion that everything was stagnant.

Immediately, from the depths of the Huntian Holy Mountain, the void shook, the wind and clouds collapsed, and it seemed that darkness was coming.

A ray of light surrounded by the divine light of the stars and with countless mysterious runes pierced through the void, and the edges were all shattered, smashing everything and directly bombarding the thousand-meter giant bell.

The giant bell paused slightly, and immediately trembled wildly, making a deafening roar. The sound waves broke the surrounding void one after another and shot towards the distant sky. Along the way, the void broke into a long trace, like a pen and ink heavily drawn on white paper, and the breath it exuded was extremely terrifying, as if it could destroy everything.

It made people feel extremely palpitating.

In the blink of an eye, the giant bell flew tens of thousands of meters away. The bronze luster on the bell shattered and dissipated, and the bell body shrank rapidly. The aura quickly declined, as if it was damaged.

Meng Feng, who was driving the Tianyuan Bell, trembled as if struck by lightning, and couldn't help vomiting blood.

"Who is it?" Meng Feng was furious, his black robe was wild, his long hair fluttered, and he looked like a demon king. His pale face was cold and ferocious, and his eyes burst out with substantial anger and murderous intent, as if piercing the void to look at the place where the light just shot out.

"Get out!"

In the depths of the void, an extremely indifferent voice sounded.

The shock was like thunder rolling in the sky, resounding through the world, and annihilating all directions.

The terrifying momentum was shocking, and it directly impacted, breaking the void layer by layer into countless cracks, and each crack exuded a terrible breath of destruction.

Meng Feng and the other dozen elders of Tianyuan Holy Land were hit by the terrifying sound waves, as if they were directly bombarded by thousands of thunders, or beaten by countless heavy hammers. Their bodies shook violently, flew backwards, and vomited blood repeatedly. They felt that their power seemed to be disordered and disintegrated, and the Dao they mastered was also shaking. Suddenly, they were all trembling.

"Quasi-Emperor!"

"There is a Quasi-Emperor in the Huntian Sect!"

Meng Feng was frightened and muttered, and then he came to his senses and burst out at the extreme speed without hesitation, flying away.

The other dozen or so Hedao Realm heard Meng Feng's words, and they were almost scared to death, and they also fled.

In the blink of an eye, they disappeared without a trace.

A great battle was eliminated invisibly.

Chen Feng and his disciples were stunned, and fell into an incomparable shock, unable to recover for a long time.

From a distance, the breath was leaked just a little bit, and they felt a catastrophe.

Moreover, the space was actually broken, which simply overturned cognition.

Chen Feng's heart could not help but rise up in an indescribable heat.

After practicing to a certain level, can you master the power of collapsing mountains and destroying the void?

It's really... very desirable.

After the word "get out", it fell silent again, without any movement, making people wonder if it was an illusion.

However, the strong men of Tianyuan Holy Land did flee in panic.

"Dear disciples, you... just practice with peace of mind and try your best to improve yourself." Tuoba Wuxiang put his hands behind his back and his eyes slowly swept across the faces of the disciples: "The sect is your biggest backer. In the future, when you all have achieved success in practice, you will also become part of the backer."

This sentence immediately brought great encouragement to everyone.

Wang Yuandao took Chen Feng to control the sword light and left the Huntian Palace. As for the other disciples, they took out their empty rings, handed over 70% of the gains in the Qianlong Secret Realm, and kept 30% for themselves.

No one had any dissatisfaction or complaints about this.

After all, everyone enjoys the cultivation and protection of the sect, and it is natural that they contribute to the sect within their ability. As for Chen Feng, he has already thrown away the Hun Tian Kong Ring in public, and the holy medicine is gone, so the sect will naturally not ask for anything.

But in fact, Chen Feng does have a lot of resources, but he cannot show them in public because it is related to the creation space.

...

Not long after, Wang Yuandao took Chen Feng back to Juejian Peak.

"Master, the one who just took action..." Chen Feng couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"That should be an ancestor of our Hun Tian Sect." Wang Yuandao said excitedly: "I didn't expect that our Hun Tian Sect actually has an ancestor. This is enough to intimidate the Tianyuan Holy Land to a certain extent and dare not attack us easily."

"Disciple, you don't need to know too much. Now, you should work hard to cultivate and strive to build the foundation of the Supreme Body Forging Realm, and then impact the acupoints to break through the cultivation level."

"Uh..."

Chen Feng originally wanted to ask more clarifications, such as what is the Hun Tian Drum?

For example, what is the connection between Juejian Peak and Juejian Palace?

Wait, wait!

I always feel itchy if I don't figure out these little gossips.

But since the master said so, I can only suppress my curiosity for the time being.

"Master, is there a place that isolates the breath and strange phenomena?" Chen Feng changed the subject and whispered.

"Hmm?" Wang Yuandao's eyes flashed with a hint of inquiry.

"If there is, Master, just take me there." Chen Feng did not respond directly, but said, with a bit of mystery.

Wang Yuandao took Chen Feng to his pavilion and directly opened the formation to isolate everything.

"Master, please look." Chen Feng opened his palm like offering a treasure.

I saw that on the originally empty palm, there was a colorful glow rising immediately, trying to soar into the sky, but it was blocked by the power of the formation and could not leak out at all.

Wang Yuandao was immediately attracted and couldn't help staring.

In the colorful rays of light, a small dragon shape emerged, vivid as if it was swimming, exuding a pure and vigorous breath, containing unparalleled vitality, and a unique fragrance that permeated. After taking a breath, I felt myself eager to move and exuded a certain desire.

As the dragon swam, the light flashed, and it seemed that there were waves of dragon roars, containing the mystery and secrets of Tao.

Looking more carefully, you can find that the colorful rays of light seem to be condensed by countless runes.

"Disciple... this... this... this..."

Wang Yuandao was shocked to the extreme, stunned, and incoherent.

"Master, this is the holy medicine in the Qianlong Secret Realm." Chen Feng responded with an extremely affirmative tone.

Wang Yuandao was extremely messy, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He only felt that his head was in a mess, as if thousands of thunders were stirring.

Chen Feng waited until Wang Yuandao came back to his senses after a while, but he was still indescribably shocked.

"Disciple, you said this... is the holy medicine in the Qianlong Secret Realm?" Wang Yuandao asked after taking a deep breath.

"Yes." Chen Feng answered with great certainty.

"Didn't you already..." Wang Yuandao was very puzzled.

"Master, I actually played a little trick and pretended to put the holy medicine into the Hun Tiankong Ring and handed it over, but in fact, the holy medicine stayed." Chen Feng said with a smile, explaining simply and vaguely.

The Creation Space involves the Creation Divine Scroll.

The Creation Divine Scroll was given by my mother, and its origin is mysterious. Chen Feng does not intend to let others know.

"Little tricks..." Wang Yuandao looked at Chen Feng deeply, knowing that his disciple must have other secrets, but he had no intention of getting to the bottom of it. It was right to know how to hide one's secrets, so that one could go further and become stronger on the road of cultivation: "This is not a little trick. If Tianyuan Holy Land knew about it, it might be so angry that the three corpses would jump wildly."

"Hehe..." Chen Feng imagined that if someone seized the Huntian Space and found that there was nothing in it but was still misunderstood, he would definitely feel very sour.

"Disciple, you are only in the Body Forging Realm now. This holy medicine is extremely high-end. It is better to keep it first and take it and refine it when the time comes. By then, it will definitely bring you great benefits." Wang Yuandao said: "Remember, wealth should not be exposed. You must never let others know that you have holy medicine."

"Master, this holy medicine is a tribute to you."

Chen Feng said, and put the holy medicine in front of Wang Yuandao without hesitation.

"You..."

Wang Yuandao was stunned. He never expected that his disciple would do such a thing.

Holy medicine!

That is a holy medicine, its value is far greater than that of a supernatural powerhouse.

For a moment, Wang Yuandao was confused.