Wang Yi saw it and rang the golden bell again.
He is the Great Luo Jinxian of the Eighth Heaven, with incredible strength, and with the golden bell in hand, even the Great Luo Jinxian of the Ninth Heaven is no match for him.
Dang Dang Dang -------
The rapid and intensive sound of bells resounded between heaven and earth.
Countless terrifying monsters turned into mist.
Even the entry-level Daluo Jinxian couldn't resist it.
Even if the middle-level Daluo Jinxian approaches, he will be stunned.
And the high-level Daluo Jinxian shrouded in the golden bell has only one way to die.
Fairy Baihua and other nine people set up the Nine-Meandering Yellow River Formation and successfully resisted hundreds of strong men from the Mist Clan.
No one can break through the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.
They even relied on the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation to kill many junior Daluo Golden Immortals.
In just one hour, the strong men of the Mist Tribe suffered heavy casualties.
They cannot resist the golden bell.
"return."
The mysterious sound reached the ears of many hairy monsters.
Whistle!
The hairy monster escaped from this place.
Wang Yi held the golden bell and led the Baihua Fairy to take the first step in the mist source space.
This is the most mysterious place in the Mist Realm, and it is also the place where the Emperor of Heaven, the Emperor of Earth, and the Emperor of Humanity face off against the ten quasi-saints of the Mist Clan.
The source space is very large and boundless.
Here, the fog is clear and distinct.
The old man from Xida is in front, wearing gray, black, green and red clothes.
Six old men were behind, wearing clothes of other colors.
The Emperor of Heaven, the Emperor of Earth, and the Emperor of People are old, middle-aged, and young.
The emperor laughed heartily when he saw Wang Yi's arrival, his old and tired face couldn't stop his joy.
"Okay, okay, little friend, you are finally here."
The three of them have been fighting against the entire Mist Clan for sixty-one thousand billion years, without any backup, and it's too tiring.
Wang Yi nodded slightly and looked towards the sky, where there was a time and space tunnel.
"Is that the passage to the prehistoric world?"
The Emperor nodded slightly, "Yes, that is the passage to the ancient world. The most powerful Western ancestor of the Mist Tribe has gone to the ancient world, preparing to refine it."
Wang Yi's eyes flashed with doubts: "Your Majesty, they are not very strong, how can they refine the ancient world?"
The Emperor glanced at the ten ancestors of the Fog Clan and said: "After the prehistoric world was shattered, the legendary characters had already left that supreme chaotic world, leaving only quasi-sages. They are at the pinnacle of quasi-sage, and they are preparing to refine the prehistoric world and be promoted to the Hunyuan Great Luo Golden Immortal."
The gray-robed old man of the Mist Clan let out a sinister laugh: "Yes, Emperor, your prehistoric world was the highest world in that era, but the prehistoric world was shattered. Now, it belongs to me, the Mist Clan, as long as I, the Western Great Forefather of the Mist Clan, refine it. In the prehistoric world, become the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal, and you will all be slaves of my Mist Tribe."
The Human Emperor was very young. Seeing the arrogance of the old man in gray robe, he snorted: "Huizi, you are just a frog in the well, but you dare to be arrogant in front of our ancient world. Any strong man who appears in the ancient times of our ancient world can crush you." You scum, the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors can destroy you Mist Clan with just one thought."
The gray-robed old man of the Mist Tribe was not angry, but just sneered: "Human Emperor, you are making excuses for people who don't exist. If you have the ability, call them back."
Of course the Human Emperor couldn't scream.
Otherwise, they wouldn't need to be trapped here and would have returned to the prehistoric world.
They were trapped here, and they also held back ten quasi-sages.
"Human Emperor, our clan's Western Grand Ancestor is the pinnacle quasi-sage, and can refine the prehistoric world at any time. If you take refuge in our Mist Clan and become a member of the Mist Clan, you will become my Mist Clan ancestor. Otherwise, you will only have Become fertilizer for our clan," the red-robed ancestor of the Mist clan said.
The red-robed ancestor of the Mist Clan is more terrifying than the gray-robed ancestor, and anyone who looks at those scarlet eyes will be frightened.
The Emperor of Heaven, the Emperor of Earth, and the Emperor of Humanity have been fighting with the ten ancestors of the Mist tribe for many years, and they know the details of these ten people.
Very powerful, but not invincible.
They can resist, but cannot kill each other.
Now, the hope lies with Wang Yi to break the situation.
It's just that Wang Yi's current cultivation level is not strong, and he is the Eighth Heavenly Great Luo Jinxian.
I don’t know what it takes to become a quasi-sage.
"Little friend, if we help you, can we have a chance to become a quasi-sage?" The emperor asked Wang Yi.
Wang Yi looked at the ten great ancestors of the Mist Clan and the Great Luo Jinxian behind them.
"Three seniors, there is no need to help me. You have to block these ten old ghosts. This pavilion has mastered these Daluo Golden Immortals, and they can be the first to become quasi-sages."
The Emperor of Heaven, the Emperor of Earth, and the Emperor of Humanity were overjoyed: "Okay."
Wang Yi waved his hand.
The next moment, thirty-one people and thirty-two mounts appeared beside him.
Wang Ye, Pang Long, Pang Guang, Twenty-Eight Stars.
The horse king neighed and appeared below Wang Yi, "Pavilion Master, you finally summoned me."
Wang Ye, Pang Long, Pang Guang, and the Thirty-One Twenty-Eight Constellations were also very excited.
They had been in seclusion for too long, and after becoming the Fifth Heavenly Great Luo Jinxian, they were waiting for Wang Yi to summon them.
Today, their pavilion master finally summoned them to fight.
The ten ancestors of the Mist Clan were shocked when they saw the sudden appearance of people and horses.
They know very well that in this source space, even the inner world cannot be opened.
Wang Yi was able to bring people here.
That bottle is no small thing.
"Is it possible that the most precious treasure in the world, the word 'Tao', is hidden in the bottle?" The eyes of the red-robed old man from the Mist Tribe were filled with greed. He really wanted the bottle in Wang Yi's hand.
The Emperor of Heaven, the Emperor of Earth, and the Emperor of Humanity already knew where the word "Tao" was. Seeing the people of the Mist Clan coveting the treasure vase, they laughed loudly: "You ten old people, don't you want to kill the three of us? Come on." !”
The Three Emperors took the initiative to confront the ten ancestors of the Mist Tribe.
The emperor held a pen in his hand and drew it towards the sky.
The world is divided into two halves, dividing itself and the ten ancestors of the Mist clan into one space.
Although the ten ancestors of the Mist Tribe wanted to snatch the bottle from Wang Yi, the Three Emperors attacked them. Only by defeating the Three Emperors could they snatch the bottle from Wang Yi.
Wang Yi mounted the horse, holding a bell in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, "Kill!"
Boom, boom, boom!
Thirty-two yellow dragon horses galloped in the source space of the mist world, killing countless powerful men of the mist tribe.
The Great Luo Jinxian of the Mist Clan stretches endlessly.
Speaking of which, most of them are not real Daluo Jinxian. They were forcibly promoted by this strange world.
He has the power of Da Luo Jinxian, but does not have the magical power of Da Luo Jinxian. With his own magical power, how can he compete with the people of Zhonghua Pavilion.
"kill!"
Wang Ye, Pang Long, Pang Guang, and Twenty-Eight Stars galloped their horses, formed a battle formation, and attacked the Mist Clan.
Many of the strong men of the Mist Tribe were transformed from other races.
At this moment, it doesn't matter anymore.
Only kill, the enemy killed falls to the ground.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The swords of Wang Ye, Pang Long, and Pang Guang passed through the strong man of the Mist Clan.
Wisps of mist rose into the sky.
Wang Yi watched his martial arts points soar and began to improve his cultivation level.
Buzz!
There was a clicking sound in Wang Yi's body, and the sea of consciousness also surged into the sky.
In just an instant, Wang Yi suddenly became the Great Luo Jinxian of the Nine Heavens.
Invincible power brewed in Wang Yi's body.
At this moment, Wang Yi's eyes were no longer on the Great Luo Jinxian of the Ninth Level of the Mist Clan, but on the Quasi-Sage.
"People from China, suffer death!"
A red-haired Nine-layer Heavenly Great Luo Jinxian killed Wang Yi.
Cold and evil enveloped Wang Yi.
Wang Yi waved his hand loudly.
The Heavenly Sword releases a sword energy.
laugh!
The heavenly sword cut off the head of the Nine-layer Heavenly Great Luo Jinxian and cut off its soul.
Unstoppable.
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