At this moment, the two flaming cranes also exhausted all their flames, and flew back to the painting halberd with a wail.

Liangchen hurriedly raised one hand, and a bright golden light shot out, but if you look closely, it is a small yellow and clear bell!

The small bell seemed to be made of gold, but it was the size of a palm, and it was covered with scriptures, which seemed to be extremely mysterious.

Before he took off his hand, it quickly grew larger, and in an instant it had turned into a two-foot high bell that enveloped the two of them.

At the same time, ten thousand black pillars have also fallen, and they all bang on the golden bell!

"Knock ——!"

A majestic and melodious bell rang throughout the field!

With the sound of this long and neutral bell, the black pillar suddenly turned into a stream of black smoke and disappeared, and countless large scriptures were stirred up from the bell and sprinkled in all directions, and as soon as the scriptures touched the eyes floating in the sky, the eyes instantly turned into a cloud of dust and drifted away.

This treasure is the Buddhist treasure obtained under the holy lake in Wujiang.

Although the realm of Liangchen is lost, the divine thoughts are still there, and after all these years of sacrifice and cultivation, it can barely be driven.

The treasures of Buddhism are naturally the nemesis of various demon sects and ghost dao exercises, and there is no more suitable treasure than this treasure here and now.

As soon as the golden bell came out, it released a circle of golden light, as if a golden crow was shining in the big array of yin wind, and the eyes of the triangular ghost creature squinted slightly.

Seeing that this person's mountains and rivers are exhausted, how can there be another Buddhist treasure, and looking at this momentum, it must be the treasure of a certain big temple!

"Who is this person?"

"The realm is low, but you can have such a treasure!"

Even the two great cultivators of the Eastern and Western Sword Sect in the late Yuan Infant Dynasty were killed casually, but they were delayed for so long on this Jindan boy. The white eyes of the triangular ghost creature were spinning, and his heart was full of surprise. This ghost thing is the transformation of the Thousand-Faced Demon King, and this time he wanted to kill everyone with thunder and show the power of the ghost bead array, but he didn't want to meet the hard bone of Liangchen.

Although this person's realm is low, but this Buddhist treasure is a ghost Tianke star, if you want to refine it, I don't know how many souls will be lost, thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little painful.

"Or do you want to notify the old monster of the Sword Sect to kill it?" he thought to himself, and then slowly shook his head.

If they let them know that they can't even handle a Jindan boy, then where will this old face go?!

Although the treasures of Buddhism are strong, they always need mana support, even if they injure 800 enemies and lose 1,000 themselves, they must be killed!

He made a decision after some thought, and the four ghost claws changed and formed several ghost spells, and the light of the human skin lanterns in the array changed again, and in a flicker, it had turned blood red, and the millions of eyes floating around it also turned bright red scarlet.

The blood beads of the lanterns lit up together, and streams of blood-colored light rose to the sky, and for a while, the fishy smell was filled with yin wind and waves, and a blood-colored ocean surrounded Liangchen tightly!

The golden light is like a cliff, the sea of blood is boundless, and the scarlet blood waves hit the golden bell one after another, flooding with a large number of scriptures.

The golden bell flickered brightly and darkly, and the scriptures swirled, as if they were not moving the chime stone, resisting the impact of the blood wave.

And although Liangchen in the Admiralty is out of danger again, but the Admiralty also needs mana support to cast spells, even if he relies on the power of restraint, the mana consumed is much less, but in the face of the impact of the sea of blood in all directions, the mana in Liangchen's body still began to flow rapidly, so he fell into contemplation again.

"The only thing that can hurt the ghost is the talent of the night, but the ghost thing has suffered two losses and never dared to approach again, and there is no chance at all. ”

"What can I do about this?" he thought about it, but he couldn't think of a good way to break the formation, and then looked at Ye Kai, who was still in a coma, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

I can't imagine that the reunion of old friends is in such a dangerous place, if I can't pass the level in front of me, I'm afraid it will be the last one!

"The experience of this life can be described as twists and turns, bizarre and dangerous, and several life and death lines have finally been exchanged for the realm of the late Yuan Baby, and I don't want to be damaged by the Yuan Baby. I finally found a blessed land and a powerful backer, I thought that the path of cultivation would be a little more stable in the future, but today I fell into the land of nine deaths and one life!"

"Many wishes have not been realized, and the people who want to see them have not been seen, alas~ Creation makes people!" Liangchen suddenly had a lot of unwillingness in his heart, he took out the Qu You Treasure Ring, and released many treasures in front of him, but his face became more and more ugly.

rummaging, holding a cold golden scissors in his hand, the power of the golden scissors is amazing, but the realm of the ghost is profound, and there is an immortal body, and he can barely use it once or twice, which is of little use for breaking the formation.

He shook his head and put away the golden scissors, and there were two more small and delicate small fans in his hand, which were Fengyun Treasure fans.

The treasure fan of the West Sea showed amazing power, especially the combined attack momentum of the two fans together, which must have some effect on breaking the formation.

"If there is really no way, use this treasure to fight!"

Thinking in his heart, he suddenly touched a red crystal bead and a fire bell,

"Big brother, Yue'er, you should all be fine!" Looking at the two things, he remembered the picture of the three of them speeding in the endless desert back then, and a little melancholy suddenly appeared in his heart.

After thinking back, I touched a delicate and delicate storage bag, and there were ten spirit diamonds and a jade slip in the bag, which was handed over to him by Meng'er before leaving.

"Meng'er, are you okay? Can someone make you happy and laugh with you?

I am now the peak master of the Sword Sect, and I want to finally be worthy of you, and I want to stand in front of you and say that I like it.... But where are you?" Liangchen muttered as he looked at the sparkling spirit diamond and jade jian.

"Not good!"

After thinking about it, the mana in his body was about to bottom out, his face changed, and he hurriedly took out a jade bottle, poured out a walnut-sized emerald green pill and threw it into his mouth. As soon as the medicine was entered, a powerful warm current spread throughout the body, nourishing the meridians all over the body, but it only took a moment to recover most of the mana. This thing is the Feipeng clan's holy medicine Feiling Pill.

As the mana recovered, the golden light on the golden bell was stable again, so that it could support it for a while.

"But when the elixir is finally exhausted, it will still be difficult to escape death at that time!"

Liangchen looked at the sea of blood, feeling like a frog jumping into a cauldron, watching the water slowly boil, but unable to jump out, he couldn't help but sigh!

While he was thinking a lot, two passers-by came from outside the mountain.

"Senior brother, why do I seem to hear the morning bell ringing in the temple?" a thin monk suddenly stopped, and looked around with a solemn face.

"Second Senior Brother, have you been out for too long and missed your master?"

"Hasn't that broken bell been lost for a long time?" a fat monk listened to it for a while, but found nothing, and laughed and joked.