Pushing the Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

In the box, the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect took out a golden mace. Because it was not activated, Wang Bing did not show any abnormality.

He had not taken out Wang Bing for such a long time. He had already taken it out, but Wei Fan was elusive and left without a trace. He could not lock Wei Fan at all.

He was also worried that Wang Bing would not be able to hit Wei Fan when he blasted out, but would kill other demon lords instead.

"Don't worry about them. Killing Wei Fan is important. If he continues to be violent, they will still die!"

The Little Ape King and the Little Lion King stood behind the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect and asked the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect to quickly activate Wang Bing to kill Wei Fan. They could not sit still when they saw Wei Fan slaughtering demon lords one by one.

Anyway, these demon lords were going to die, and there was no big difference between Wei Fan killing and them killing.

"Okay, two princes, give me a hand!"

Hearing this, the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect gritted his teeth and poured demon essence into Wang Bing.

Another reason why he hesitated to use the King's Weapon was that this level of weapon was exclusive to the King-level masters. If one's cultivation was not strong enough to force it, it would probably be drained.

Even though he had a seven-color golden body, his power was pitifully small compared to the King's Weapon. The later the martial arts reached, the greater the gap between each realm.

Looking at the entire wasteland, there were at least hundreds of martial masters, if not thousands, but the martial king-level masters could be counted on two hands, and the gap between them was simply incalculable.

There were still records of cross-level fights between the God Realm and the Martial Lord, but between the Martial Lord and the Martial King, no one had ever heard of a Martial Lord who could fight even one move with the Martial King.

For the Martial King, no matter how many Martial Lords you had, they were all ants.

"Okay!"

The Little Lion King and the Little Ape King raised their arms and pressed against the back of the Saint of the Black Crane Sect, and the demon essence poured out like a tide. In an instant, the golden mace in the hands of the Saint of the Black Crane Sect emitted a dazzling light curtain, and a terrifying aura revived and permeated between heaven and earth.

"After I came, the aura of the King's Weapon can restrain his form and mind!"

The Holy Son of the Xuanhe Sect roared, reminding the other demon lords, otherwise the remaining demon lords would be crushed to pieces when the King's Weapon was launched.

"The Holy Son has used the King's Weapon, run away!"

A demon lord roared, his face full of horror. When the Martial Lord used the King's Weapon, the power was completely uncontrollable. Except for the person in charge, it was fatal to all objects around.

The terrifying fluctuations of the King's Weapon swept across the sky and the ground. In an instant, the ground sank and everything was shattered.

"Holy Son, spare my life!"

A demon lord begged for mercy, his body was cracking and decomposing rapidly. Under the indiscriminate fluctuations of the King's Weapon, even the cultivation of the Five-Colored Golden Body Nine-Forged Demon Lord could not withstand this fluctuation, and everything on his body was destroyed.

They wanted to escape, but under the fluctuations of the King's Weapon, even their flesh was disintegrating, and they could not escape at all.

Their pleas for mercy were useless. On one side, Wei Fan was slaughtering people one-sidedly, and on the other side, these demon lords were buried with him. If there was a chance to kill Wei Fan, the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect would not stop.

Once they stopped urging Wang Bing, they would sooner or later be killed by Wei Fan with his ability of shape following the mind.

On the golden mace, the mysterious traces of Tao emerged, interweaving with the heaven and earth, resonating with Tao, and stirring the power of Tao.

The void was boiling, like ripples on the surface of a lake.

Bang Bang...

The demon lord closest to the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect disintegrated on the spot under the vibration of the ripples, turning into a cloud of flying ash and dissipating.

"Is this the power of Wang Bing?"

Wei Fan's expression also changed. Under the fluctuation of Wang Bing, he also felt that his body was about to disintegrate, and even the ability of shape following the mind was imprisoned.

The void was no longer a place he could travel through at will. It became like an iron plate. When he thought of traveling through time and space, his soul felt a sharp pain, as if he had hit a bunch of spikes and was injured by an unknown force.

"A mere Martial Lord can make so many of our demon clan geniuses use Wang Bing to kill him. Wei Fan, you are proud enough even if you die!"

The face of the Holy Son of Xuanhe Sect was full of excitement. He had already noticed that under the fluctuation of Wang Bing, Wei Fan's ability to follow his heart was completely invalid, and Wei Fan traveled through time and space.

Now this world is no longer the same as before. It has been connected to Wang Bing. If Wei Fan wants to travel through time and space, his soul power must be stronger than Wang Bing.

But a mere Martial Lord, no matter how magical his soul is, can never be stronger than Wang Bing.

"Kill him quickly!"

The face of the little ape king was pale, but his eyes were also excited. His cultivation was almost drained, but he saw the hope of killing Wei Fan.

"Be careful, something is wrong. Although his ability to follow his heart is restricted, his body is still intact under the fluctuation of Wang Bing!" The little lion king roared. Under the fluctuation of Wang Bing, except for the three of them, the other demon lords have disintegrated and died completely, but although Wei Fan looks like he is carrying a heavy weight, his body is not hurt at all. Under his skin, there seems to be a layer of golden light surging, counteracting the damage caused by Wang Bing's fluctuation. As soon as these words came out, the saint of Xuanhe Sect and the little ape king immediately changed their expressions. After the little lion king reminded them, they also found something wrong. All the demon lords disintegrated. Wei Fan's level is seven-color golden body, and it is impossible for him to be intact under the fluctuation of Wang Bing. The little ape king screamed: "He also has Wang Bing, hurry up!" The only explanation is that Wei Fan also has a weapon of the same level, which counteracts the power of Wang Bing. No wonder he dared to come to Yunhua Sect alone. "I don't know if this can be considered a king weapon, but its power should not be weaker than that of a king weapon!" Wei Fan had a blank expression on his face, and a dazzling light began to shine on his body.

At the same time, the sound of tiger roars and dragon roars came from his body, as if a dragon and a tiger were imprisoned in his body.

Puff...

The sound waves collided with the Wang Bing wave, and the void was violently rippled. The two waves began to annihilate each other during the collision, and the aftermath seemed to split the space.

"Die!"

The Xuanhe Sect Saint roared, and the Wang Bing wave formed a huge mace shadow, and then Wang Bing smashed towards Wei Fan with great force.

Wang Bing's wave was suffocating, the world shook, and the bright light made the scorching sun in the sky look down.

Rumble...

Under the terrifying aura, the ground below kept cracking, everything turned into dust, and the wave of destruction stirred in all directions.

"Even if you have Wang Bing, what can you do with Wang Bing's power?"

The Little Ape King, the Little Lion King, and the Xuanhe Sect Saint stared at Wei Fan in the golden light with burning eyes, not thinking that Wei Fan had a chance to turn the tables.

Even if Wei Fan also had a king's weapon, it was so easy to use. The power of the king's weapon exerted by the three demon lords together was not something Wei Fan could contend with.

Buzz...

The next moment, the three demon lords' eyes popped out.

In the golden light all over the sky, a golden bell appeared above Wei Fan's head, spinning around, with tigers roaring and dragons roaring, and the golden crow flapping its wings.

Dao traces emitting mysterious auras emerged, resonating with the heaven and earth in the void, and resonating with the Tao.

In an instant, dark clouds surged in the sky, and huge lightning struck from time to time.

"Is this a king's weapon?"

The Holy Son of the Xuanhe Sect screamed. The divine weapon that appeared on Wei Fan's body in front of him was obviously more powerful than the golden mace in his hand. The dragon soul and tiger soul seemed to be real.

With a roar, the king's weapon fluctuations emitted by the golden mace were shattered.

Especially the three-legged golden crow, which actually spit out terrifying sun true fire, as if it could burn everything.

Is Wang Bing like this?

The three demon lords felt horrified. Wang Bing was just a king's weapon, infected with the king's will and engraved with Dao marks. There would be no living creatures or weapon spirits.

But on Wei Fan's golden bell, there were three things that looked like they were alive.

Ding...

The huge mace shadow slashed on the golden bell, and the dull bell sound spread like ripples, sweeping out. The golden bell above Wei Fan's head did not move at all, but the mace shadow was instantly broken and exploded into fragments.

"His golden bell is not as good as his mace!"

The little lion king, the little ape king, and the holy son of the Xuanhe Sect screamed, their scalps numb.

They wanted to suppress Wei Fan with Wang Bing, but they didn't expect that Wei Fan's Wang Bing was more terrifying than their Wang Bing, and instantly shattered the Wang Bing shadows that the three demon lords had hit together.

Even if they tried their best to activate the magic weapons and armor on their bodies, they still flew out with blood spurting out of their mouths in the fluctuations of the collision of the Wang Bing, and the magic weapons and armor on their bodies quickly disintegrated.

"You don't even have the qualifications to die under the Human King Bell!"

Wei Fan's golden body withdrew and retracted his body. Without the urging of the Xuanhe Sect Saint, the fluctuations of the King's Arms between heaven and earth disappeared.

With a thought, he instantly appeared above the flying Xuanhe Sect Saint and snatched the King's Mace.

"Give me back my King's Arms!"

The Xuanhe Sect Saint's eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't come back to his senses at all. The most important thing now was not the King's Arms, but their lives.

"Okay, I'll give it back to you!"

Wei Fan didn't infuse his true energy, and just pulled out the King's Mace in his hand. With the blessing of the terrifying power, a white air wave was drawn out of the air.

Boom!

When he saw that the demon essence on the Xuanhe Sect Saint was being blown up and his body was about to be blown up by the King's Mace, a piece of divine jade on his body automatically cracked, and a terrifying force surged out from it, which bounced the King's Mace away.

Wei Fan felt his arm shaking, his palm numb, and when he raised his arm high, the King-beating Mace in his hand was almost bounced out.

"The Demon King of the Black Crane Sect?"

He stopped the flying body with a cold look, and saw a harsh crane cry coming from the cracked divine jade, and then a majestic figure rose from the divine jade as if it was expanding.

The breath that made people tremble swept across, and everything around seemed to be frozen, even the strong wind calmed down, as if it was frightened by the majestic figure.

The majestic figure looked like lightning, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he looked down at Wei Fan like a god.

"Master, kill him quickly, the other demon lords have been killed by him!"

The Holy Son of the Black Crane Sect roared, and there was already a cold sweat on his forehead. If the master hadn't given him something to protect himself, he would have been killed by Wei Fan with the King-beating Mace.

He didn't expect that so many demon lords had died, and he didn't kill Wei Fan even after taking out the King's Arms, and the King's Arms were taken away by Wei Fan.