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Chapter 239 Su Zhen defeated the enemy

"roll!"

With a burst of shouts, a strange fist infused with the power of the ten dragons hit the **** demon clock.

clang!

Hell Demon Bell trembles, as if hit by a giant striking bell wood, and a bell resounds through the air.

Click!

Immediately afterwards, another crisp noise came out from the body.

A crack appeared in Hell's Clock.

It was like being unable to withstand the force of striking Bellwood, and it was broken.

what?

Seeing the scene, all the people present, even the old ancestral old man whose heart is like a wave of peace, changed their faces at this moment.

Has **** clock cracked?

Do not!

Even more terrifying than this, this humble eight-year-old young man is indeed the second realm of Lingquan, and the horror of its combat power, even with his physical body, resisted the **** magic clock with one punch!

What the **** is this guy?

"The Wu family master is really deep enough to hide, so I don't ask for such a powerful helper, it seems to be deliberately aimed at the true immortal." The ancestral old man's voice was somber, in his view Su Zhen disguised as a realm, let Wu Zhenxian After being paralyzed, he suddenly shot, and then he could break the **** clock while taking advantage of it.

But it really wasn't what he thought.

Wu Yuanshan's side was also appalled by Su Zhen's sudden outbreak. I didn't expect this dispensable eightfold to be the strongest of my own.

Seeing a crack in Hell's Clock.

Everyone on the Wu family was surprised, the hope of victory rekindled, and they all looked nervously at the battle in the valley.

Scorpio's face was gloomy after Su Zhen's true power broke out.

His eyes were gleaming, and he wondered what he was thinking.

"come back."

In the Valley of Souls, Wu Zhenxian's pupils shrank, and he quickly pinched the method to recall the **** magic clock, watching the cracks appearing in the clock body, revealing the color of flesh pain, and shooting in two successive qis before reluctantly repairing the cracks. At this moment, he turned his head to look at Su Zhen, and his eyes showed a terrible color: "You even concealed cultivation as a yin me? It was my care just now, this time you will not have this kind of luck again, pick me up to ten **** devil The bell, the magic bell hell, the tribulation is gone! "

The black true energy poured into the **** magic clock, and the magic bell expanded more than doubled at once, carrying the billowing black gas and suppressing it again.

Ooo ...

Ghost crying wolf howling, women and children screaming, resounded through Falling Soul Valley again.

"Depending on your strength, you can't say ten percent, even if twenty percent still won't work, look at me and break it up for you this time!" The power of Su Zhen's Shijiao penetrated the whole body, and Tai Xuan's hand was urged by the true energy , Turned into a five-foot-long bronze real instinct, carrying the wind and thunder, and slapped towards the **** magic clock.

Big hand, magic clock.

A sudden collision in mid-air ...

clang!

Hell Demon Bell shook, and another loud noise spread to hundreds of miles away. This time it was one hundred and fifty miles away. Even people who were far away in the city of repairing, heard this bell.

Click, click, click ...

At the place where the big hand collided with the magic clock, a spider-web-like crack spread out, radiating in all directions, and quickly spread throughout the clock body.

There was a crackling sound.

The crack surpassed the limit of Hell's Clock, and finally Hell's Clock turned into a debris, and the smoke disappeared, and the howling wolf howling in the Valley of Falling Soul came to an abrupt end.

With one blow, the **** demon bell shattered.

"Poof!" Wu Zhenxian spurted out a big mouthful of blood from Qigong, and his face instantly became the same as paper, and his look was extremely dismal.

Ten percent of the powerful Hell's Clock is still vulnerable.

Tai Xuan's hand broke the enemy with one blow.

"True fairy!"

"Little Lord!"

"Little Lord!"

Seeing this situation, the ancestral land suddenly became in chaos. Many masters fell to Wu Zhenxian and gave him panacea. Wu Changkong and Wu Zhenkong fell to the front, blocking Su Zhen's sight and fearing that Su Zhen would take advantage of the situation.

However, Su Zhen fought for the Taikoo Golden Body, not to kill people. Seeing Wu Zhenxian defeated, he stopped working.

The ancestral side helped Wu Zhenxian back with his hands and feet.

Although "Hell's Demon Bell" is only a qigong, it has been connected with Wu Zhenxian's heart and mind during the cultivation process. Once it is broken, Wu Zhenxian's backlash has been difficult to recover in March and a half.

Right now there is no fighting power.

Upon seeing this, Su Zhen returned to the Wu family. When he came back, he was warmly cheered. The attitude of the Wu family to him seemed to exceed that of the Scorpio.

"We lost the third game."

The ancestral old man inspected Wu Zhenxian ’s injury and determined that he only needed intensive care, then he breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Wu Yuanshan, and said indifferently: "The seeds that entered the hidden realm of Qianlong are useless for you, so why not give them to the ancestors? Earth, thank you, we allow you to go home. "

"At that time, my uncle was dissatisfied with some practices of the ancestral land, and then he hid in the southern region of Qingzhou. Mo said that hundreds of years have passed. We have no feeling for Zudi at all. Even if there is a feeling, we are disgusted. The seeds of Dragon's Secret Realm belonged to my grandfather, and it was my business to use it. It was also my business, and I did not bother. The three battles ended, two wins and one loss, and I asked Zudi to keep his promise. "

Wu Yuanshan Road.

"The Qianlong Mystery Realm is opened once every 100 years, and the next time is 20 years later, but you people, even if you do n’t even have a Spirit Spring Realm, what good can you do with the seeds? Give it to the ancestral land immediately. Take the Hui family of your bereavement dogs and dare to refuse to kill your family! "

Wu Changkong burst into anger and burst into cold drinking.

Everyone in the Wu family was suddenly scared by his threats.

Wu Yuanshan also had a cold back, but after seeing Su Zhen, his mind was a little calm, and he supported his dignity. generation?"

reputation?

This is the shackles that the weak put on himself.

The strong don't care at all.

But when the old man of the ancestral land looked at Su Zhen, he found that he could not see through the depth of this double monk of Lingquan, as if there were still more horrible things hidden under the realm of the double of Lingquan, so he dared not rush into it.

"Then let the seeds stay in your hands for a while, and we will take them again a few years later."

The old man of the ancestral land led people away.

The Wu family crisis was lifted.

Everyone in the Wu family took a sigh of relief. Wu Yuanshan quickly asked Su Zhen, the Scorpio scattered people, and the lively wounded Liuyun real person, saying: "Please invite the three seniors to follow me, and I have prepared a generous gift of thanks."

A group of people returned to the Wu Family Mansion.

In the main hall, Wu Yuanshan has ordered people to take things out. They are an exquisite rosewood box, with a deed of a dozen points. He handed the exquisite rosewood box to Su Zhen and said, "Thank you for your help. This is an important body of Taikoo Gold. Please also let the senior laugh."

Hear this.

The Scorpio next to him had a gloomy face.