Because the sound of the bell and the mysterious light at this time contained not only the power of the Earth Emperor Bell, but also the fist intention of the Yuan-Destroying Hammer.
His previous punch on the Emperor's Bell was made with the Yuan-Destroying Hammer, but the previous ringing of the bell was purely due to his power, while the intention of the Yuan-Destroying Hammer's fist was hidden and hidden. On the Dihuang Bell.
Until this moment, he had activated the Yuan-Destroying Hammer fist intention, and the bell-ringing fist intention came out in unison, so as to give the opponent a surprise.
The sky and the earth were silent, and there was no wind, because as soon as the sound came out and the wind came out, it was shattered and annihilated by that terrifying and overbearing force, so there was no sound and no wind.
Only within a radius of a hundred miles, mountains are broken, rivers are broken, and trees are broken.
However, under such terrifying power, the old servant who bore the brunt was safe and sound.
It can't be said that he is safe and sound. The fingers of the hand holding the Emperor's Bell were all broken, and the sleeves turned into powder, revealing a delicate arm that did not match his old face. Because the hairpin was shattered, his gray hair fell down. Quite messy.
Other than that, there were no other external scars.
"Yes, you gave me another surprise."
The old servant looked at the Earth Emperor Bell that flew back into Ye Qing's hands and smiled: "It also gives me one more reason to kill you!"
"Death-killing..."
As the word "death" came out of his mouth, the Dharma behind him solidified again, and the short knife in his hand was slashed, cutting through the darkness.
The art of killing one's life does not kill the flesh and blood, but the destiny.
Destiny is about to be cut off, and the sky and the earth are helpless. The soul is scattered, and there will be no next life.
"Sister, help me..."
Seeing this, Ye Qing took a deep breath and shouted.
"Sister, it's useless for you to call me ancestor now." The old servant was disdainful, but for no reason, he felt uneasy in his heart.
"Who said it was useless."
At this moment, a voice like the sound of nature sounded in the old servant's ears.
The voice came from behind him, as if it was very close to him.
The old servant was horrified, but what made his soul even more frightened was that the life-destroying dharma image above his head was uncontrollable and flew towards him in the air.
Just when he was about to resist, a delicate hand was placed on his shoulder, and then a soft voice sounded.
"do not move……"
The hand was beautiful. From the corner of his eye, he could vaguely see that hand. It was as white as jade and flawless. It was like the most delicate and beautiful thing in the world. He was stunned when he saw it.
The voice is also very beautiful. That voice is ethereal and flawless, gentle but not demonic, out of the world but not alone, cold but not cold. It seems to be the most beautiful and beautiful melody in the world.
Therefore, when the word "Don't move" rang out, the old servant really stopped moving.
It's not that he didn't want to move, but that he forgot to move.
As a result, the life-cutting knife easily cut off the thread of his fate.
Just when the thread of fate was cut off, the old servant suddenly woke up from a dream and screamed. His body seemed to have been eroded by the wind and frost of the years, withered and decayed, and turned into a ball of fly ash in the blink of an eye.
"Come out, I know you are not dead."
At this moment, the woman's voice sounded again.
Then, a gap opened in the void, and the old servant who had turned to ashes walked out of it.
"How is this going?"
The old servant was inexplicably frightened. He had obviously hidden himself well, but after hearing that voice, he couldn't help but come out on his own.
It's inexplicable, but also inexplicably terrifying.
Before he could suppress the doubts and shock in his heart, he suddenly looked stunned and his eyes were blank.
Because he saw a woman.
An indescribable woman.
It's indescribable, not because she looks weird, nor because she's not beautiful. On the contrary, it's because she's so beautiful that it's indescribable.
That kind of beauty is a beauty that transcends all imagination and exhausts all words. It is like the beauty formed by bringing together the best, most beautiful and most wonderful things in the world. It is difficult to describe in words and difficult to match in imagination.
Seeing her was like seeing the most beautiful, best, and wonderful scene in the world. It was unforgettable and destructive.
"Is it you who wants to kill my brother?"
The woman smiled slightly, and the whole world turned pale: "Let's cut off one of our arms first!"
Hearing this, the old servant did not hesitate and tore off his left arm, causing blood to fly.
"you……?"
The moment his arm was torn off, the old servant came back to his senses with severe pain, his face full of shock.
"Forget it, let's dig it out again."
Before the old servant finished speaking, he heard the woman speaking lightly.
The old servant realized that he had lost control of himself again, raised his right hand, and dug out his right eyeball.
"You...who are you?"
The bright red blood dripped down his cheeks, making the old servant look like a ghost, but there was more of an unconcealable fear on his face.
"My name is Murong Xianxian, you should have heard of me!" said the woman, who was Murong Xianxian.
"Murong Xianxian? The most powerful immortal in the martial arts world eight hundred years ago, the most unparalleled Murong Xianxian in the world?!"
The old servant exclaimed, and then seemed to realize something: "Aren't you dead? How could you still be alive?"
"Someone doesn't want me to die, so I'm still alive."
Murong Xianxian looked at the old servant: "So, do you want to die or live?"
"I am indeed no match for fairies..."
The old servant said slowly: "But I want to leave, but the fairy may not be able to stop me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a majestic and mysterious long river suddenly appeared between the heaven and the earth.
The long river seems empty and real, seems to be here and on the other side, running through the vast sky.
If you observe carefully, you will find that the water in the long river is not a real river, but countless illusory threads of fate. It’s just that the threads of fate are too many and too complicated, intertwined, tangled, squirming, and swaying to form the illusion before your eyes. of rivers.
Therefore, this river is also the river of destiny.
The next moment, the old servant's figure flashed and turned into a swimming fish, escaping into the river of destiny.
Soon, the long river of fate gradually became illusory and ethereal.
"The river of fate? Your fate has already been determined. Death is the only option."
Murong Xianxian stared at the endless river of destiny in nothingness, with the same smile: "Wu Huan, watch carefully, this is the real Yuan-Destroying Hammer!"
Murong Xianxian raised his hand and punched out.
The fist intention enters the long river, like the wind making waves. In an instant, the endless river of destiny surges and shakes, as if it is being boiled.
"Destroy..."
As Murong Xianxian's fist extended another inch, the fist's intention of destroying heaven and earth spread out in the long river of fate.
The next moment, the entire river of destiny collapsed, shattered, and turned into chaos and nothingness.
"Where is that person?"
Ye Qing appeared next to Murong Xianxian and asked in a low voice.
"Of course he is dead." Murong Xianxian said.
"Sister is mighty!"
Ye Qing hurriedly complimented: "With one punch, you can shatter the river of destiny and kill a saint, which is unprecedented in ancient and modern times."
"You think too highly of me. It's just a shadow in the long river of fate."
Murong Xianxian laughed at himself: "In front of the real river of destiny, you and I will always be just fish swimming in it."
"No one can escape the shackles of fate!"
