Chapter 262

"Hoo, let's go!"

After taking a deep breath, Chen Xiaoming's surging immortal Qi tends to calm down, and he silently shouts a system in his heart. Chen Xiaoming's right hand is a little above the realm.

A white streamer poured into the body. In an instant, the calmed fairy gas seemed to be detonated. The volcano spewed, and the endless Fairy Light rushed straight into the nine days.

"Boom......"

The sky above the nine days made a loud noise, and the void of heaven and earth seemed to begin to shake. Below the heavenly palace, the earth and mountains shook and the rivers and seas surged.

"This, this is..."

Not far away, Lao Jun looked at Chen Xiaoming in surprise. He lived up to his previous indifference. At the moment, there was deep doubt in the depths of his eyes.

"Preach and become holy!"

The emperor of Donghua, who survived from the late flood and famine in ancient times, couldn't help crying out, and he looked like he couldn't believe it.

In the distant sky, a touch of purple gas filled the air. The purple gas was brilliant, with a breath that captured people's soul. Just watching from a distance, all sentient beings could not help feeling sincere service.

"Purple air comes from the East!"

The Tianjun on one side was extremely bitter. He took a look at the purple air coming from the East and looked at Chen Xiaoming. Finally, he shook his head and sighed and put his eyes on Lao Jun.

The heavenly palace has offended such a great God, but now it can only count on the old gentleman.

At the thought of his common Lord of heaven and earth, he was so weak that it was impossible for the heavenly king to say that he was not angry, but he didn't dare to show it.

He is the Lord of heaven and earth chosen by the way of heaven, but he can't control the life and death of these people.

"Dang!"

Between heaven and earth, a bell rang. As soon as Donghua emperor and Tianjun changed their looks and inquired about their prestige, they saw a dark space crack on the sky, from which the bell came.

In the eyes, the immortal light flows. When the emperor of Donghua looks at it, he can see that in the chaos, an ancient and simple small clock flutters slowly.

The chaotic air flow was surging around, but the smell of Xiaozhong was floating around him and he was not allowed to get close.

"This is the Eastern imperial bell!"

As soon as Lao Jun's expression changed, he saw at a glance that this clock was the congenital treasure Donghuang clock of that year. It was different from the imitation made by Moyuan. This Donghuang clock, but the real congenital treasure, was by no means comparable to the imitation that could only suppress a God's peak.

"What, old gentleman, this is the ancient treasure, the Eastern Emperor bell!"

Looking from a distance, the cultivation of Tianjun was much weaker than that of Donghua emperor. He could only see a vague outline of the clock shadow in the chaos.

It was only when I heard the old gentleman calling the Donghuang bell that I was shocked.

It is an ancient treasure. Although it has not been seen by Tianjun and others, it has also heard of its reputation.

"Yes, it's the Donghuang bell!"

The old gentleman nodded, looked at Chen Xiaoming, and became more and more confused.

This was the most precious treasure in those days. After it was lost, it has been missing. At the moment, the way of heaven is used to suppress Chen Xiaoming, which was unexpected by Lao Jun.

Thinking of the warning from heaven, Lao Jun always felt that things were not so simple.

However, a preaching and sanctification will increase the burden of the heavenly way, but the source of sanctification will also feed the heavenly way. Under the deduction of the two phases, it is impossible to say whether the heavenly way is at a loss.

For this, such a big fight, and even launch the Eastern imperial bell to suppress each other, is not in line with the will of heaven.

With a flash of light in his eyes, the old gentleman waved his right hand and directly took back his exquisite pagoda. He stepped a little and retreated to the rear.

If heaven's way moves, he doesn't need to continue to do it.

His eyes kept looking at Chen Xiaoming. All the doubts before were on Chen Xiaoming.

"What on earth is there in him that deserves heaven's attention."

After the Jedi reach heaven, they can break through the realm of saints. If Chen Xiaoming has no secrets, Lao Jun and others don't believe it.

But now Lao Jun can't see what the other party's secret is.

"Dang............"

Another melodious bell sounded, a terrible wave passed down from the sky, and the whole void twisted like a folded white paper.

"Yes!"

The wave came towards yourself and others. With a wave of your right hand, the exquisite xuanhuang pagoda flew out of the world, hung in the air, sprinkled the air of xuanhuang and settled around.

The fluctuation was transmitted to the dark and yellow Qi, and all the terrible fluctuations were resisted.

Looking at such a scene, Tianjun and Donghua emperor and other talents breathed a sigh of relief.

In the distance, Chen Xiaoming's momentum is soaring. On the divine armor, the silver light is injected with purple gas, and the silver light is like a dazzling sun, sweeping all directions.

"Whew......"

The silver light sweeps across the four directions, and the originally folded and twisted space recovers as usual in an instant under the silver awn.

In Chen Xiaoming's eyes, purple is diffuse, a faint purple flame rises, and the breath in his body is rising.

In his mind, Chen Xiaoming realized that he seemed to have a slight and imperceptible connection with the Tao of heaven.

A vague feeling came into being in his heart. Vaguely, Chen Xiaoming seemed to hear the voice from heaven.

"Leave, leave, leave forever......"

As like as two peas before, the voice of Chen Xiaoming is felt by heaven.

"Dang............"

When the third bell rang, I saw that the split space crack expanded instantly on the sky. In the chaos, the Donghuang bell, which had been stagnant, finally moved. Just for a moment, it fell quickly in the direction of Chen Xiaoming like a meteor.

The breath of terror diffused from the Eastern Emperor's clock, and the whole world was filled with a repressive breath. Up and down the heavenly palace, countless immortals were suppressed by the majestic breath at the moment, and many people with low accomplishments were directly unconscious.

Tianjun, Donghua emperor and others were not affected under Lao Jun's xuanhuang pagoda.

Just now, in front of the two people, the small clock that originally looked only three feet in size was divided into tens of thousands of feet. Just at the mouth of the clock, there were nearly 50000 feet, like a big mouth swallowing the sky.

Space cracks appear in the void of heaven and earth, and the whole heaven and earth is broken like a mirror.

Endless prestige squeezed Chen Xiaoming. Chen Xiaoming, who was originally high above the sky, was squeezed out of the triple sky under the pressure.

At this moment, the whole body is shining with silver light, purple Qi and immortal Qi. It is divided into immortal swords to protect the four directions.

The voice of heaven echoed in his mind, and the color of perseverance in Chen Xiaoming's eyes became stronger and stronger.

It's fun to fight with people, it's fun to fight with the earth, and it's fun to fight with heaven.

God wants him to go, but he won't go.

Today, he will have a good fight with this heaven.