Chapter 672: Golden Bell Protects the Immortal God Body

This cultivator never expected that the Blood-Cultivation Ancestor, who was evenly matched with him, would have burst out with such powerful combat power for a moment? If it weren't for the star that he had sacrificed for many years, he would probably have been damaged in this formation.

The Blood-Crafting Ancestor and the Nine-Son Yin Demon had no time to pay attention to the fact that this Taoist hated him to the core. The two who reached a tacit understanding turned into a blood-colored rainbow and rushed towards the altar. Although he did not use the secret method of essence and blood, in terms of speed, it was no longer much slower than the King of Golden Bell.

However, the Golden Bell Dharma King was one step faster after all. At this time, he had already rushed straight towards the altar along the steps. When he was on the Golden Bell Dharma King, Yi Chu secretly tried his best to encourage the Golden Bell Dharma King, looking forward to him being the first to rush to the high platform.

Although there is no word or pattern in this dark altar, it seems to contain a strange power. No matter how King Jinzhong activates the true energy, it is difficult to take a step.

"die!"

A vast sound suddenly sounded from the altar. This sound was unusually ancient and heard in people's ears, making people unable to help but feel shaking and trembling. Just as the word "death" was revealed, a black light suddenly rushed out of the altar.

"Brush", the black light flashed, and it fell on the body of the King of Golden Bell like lightning. Although the King of Golden Bell tried his best to dodge just now, he still could not escape the word "death that suddenly fell!

A black light flashed, and a dark word "death" suddenly appeared on the body of King Jinzhong. The moment the word "death" appeared, King Jinzhong roared towards the sky, and endless golden light rushed out of his body.

"Boom", the dark word "death" suddenly popped out by the golden light and instantly turned into pieces in the void. At the moment when the word "death" was broken, a mouthful of golden blood also spit out of the corner of the mouth of King Jinzhong.

"Dad, this black light is really weird. I can feel that the current magic power of King Golden Bell has been at least one third weaker than just now." The blood-colored gourd suddenly said at the moment when King Golden Bell was injured.

One-third of the Golden Bell Dharma King's cultivation level was removed at once, and how might this black light be! As the thoughts flashed in his mind, Yi Chu said in a deep voice: "Can you really be sure that the Golden Bell Dharma King's magic power has been reduced by one-third?"

"Of course, the spiritual consciousness that the Golden Bell keeps in my body has been controlled by me. At this time, not to mention his physical condition, I can know most of what he is thinking." The tone of the blood-colored gourd was full of pride, just like a weasel who had stolen a chicken.

Knowing what King Jinzhong was thinking? Yi Chu couldn't help but move his heart and thought to himself, if he wanted to get a share of the strange tomb of the emperor this time, wouldn't he have to fall on King Jinzhong?

The Golden Bell Dharma King, who suffered a great loss in the black light, soared into the air again in the void. The golden bell rotated, and a series of energy like a dragon hang down from the giant bell, protecting his body.

The nine people including the Blood-Crafting Ancestor and the Emperor also fell on the strange altar at the moment when King Jinzhong rushed out again. And just as they rushed to the altar, what was waiting for them was the harsh shout full of murderous intent.

"Die, die, die, die!"

An old voice, with endless killing intentions, slashed straight from the void and printed directly towards the bodies of the nine masters of the soul. The nine people who had already seen the Golden Bell Dharma King suffer great losses, at the moment when the black word "death" rushed down, they also sacrificed their best magic weapon.

The rolling blood waves rose in the heart of the Blood-Cultivating Ancestor. These blood waves gathered into a blood-colored lotus and instantly occupied a ten-foot-meter-a-meter-a-meter-long circle. The dark word "dea" was held by the blood-colored lotus as soon as it fell.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The blood-colored lotus kept trembling under the pressure of the dark word "Death". Every time it trembled, petals would fall from the blood-colored lotus. As the petals fell, the dark word "Death" slowly began to fade.

Compared with the ancestor of Xueming, the five Taoist Wusheng and others were still gathered together. The five paths formed in the void and flashed in the void. A large star array appeared in the void. In the flash, the five words of death were trapped in the star array.

The old monster Cantu rose up a phantom of the supreme demon and devoured the word "death". However, although the old monster Cantu had a good idea, the first monster was suddenly exploded from the belly by the black word "death". The body of the supreme demon was even more severely blown away by more than half of it in the explosion.

The golden-faced giant and Qin Jianheng also resisted the bombardment of the word "death", but they were similar to the old monster Cantu. Although they also cracked the black word "death", they were almost in a mess with the old monster Cantu.

"Hahaha, King Golden Bell, why do you have to walk so fast?" The Blood-Cultivation Patriarch did not close the blood-colored lotus on his head. The moment he refined the word death, he said to King Golden Bell. His voice was filled with strange aura, and when he heard it in people's ears, people couldn't help but feel their hearts trembling.

The Blood Demon Soul-roaring Technique is also recorded in the Blood Transformation True Sutra, but Yi Chu has never used it. At this time, the Blood Transformation Ancestor saw that the King of Golden Bell had rushed to the front, so he used this secret technique and attacked the King of Golden Bell.

King Jinzhong's cultivation is not weaker than that of the Ancestor of Transformation of Blood, but at this time, not only was his mind hurt, but his blood, and the Ancestor of Transformation of Blood and the Nine Sons Yin Demon joined forces, and his strength had long exceeded him. At the moment the sound came out, his body suddenly trembled.

"Blood-transforming man, don't think that if you have two souls hidden in your body, you will be invincible in the world. Let me tell you, those who are virtuous in the Nine-Spirit Divine Cauldron will get it. I can't get it, and you and the Nine-Son Yin Demon may not get it!" King Jinzhong shouted, and his body flew towards the altar again.

The purpose of King Jin Zhong's shouting was very obvious. He wanted to expose the fact that the Blood-Cultivation Ancestor and the Nine Son Yin Demon shared the same body. Although it could not cause too much trouble to the two, it could attract others to focus their greatest attention on these two people.

The Blood-Cultivation Ancestor looked at the King of Golden Bell who had already rushed to the middle of the altar. His eyes were shining with blood. When his palms were tweaked, a blood light the size of a thumb rushed towards King of Golden Bell like a meteor.

The blood light was silent, but it was as fast as lightning. In an instant, it flew behind the body of King Jinzhong. Although King Jinzhong was moving forward rapidly, he was also guarding against the two ancestors of the Blood Transformation. Just as the blood light was about to rush into his body, King Jinzhong suddenly realized that something was wrong!

"The Golden Bell protects the body, the immortal body!"

The Golden Bell Dharma King, who shouted angrily, as the magic power was activated, golden lights suddenly rushed up from his body!
Chapter completed!