Chapter 383 Intercepted, a battle begins

  This storm was obviously man-made.

  Everyone in the Xuanqing Sect was worried and had no other choice but to stay on the warship.

  Chen Qingyuan looked solemn and silently prayed that Xuan Qing Sect could survive this disaster.

  "Rumble..."

  The storm swept across, causing the five warships to shake violently, and the powerful force tore every corner of the warship.

  Fortunately, with the protection of many powerful men, the warship was not disintegrated.

  "How dare those people who hide their heads and show their tails show up to fight?"

  Several strong men from Daoyi Academy were ordered to protect the Xuan Qing Sect, and they were all at the pinnacle of the Mahayana.

  Those guys hiding in the dark waited until now to take action, obviously not wanting to expose their identity. In any case, the Qing Sect still retains that bad old man Dugu Changkong. If evidence is left behind, it will be a disaster for the sect.

  "Cang!"

  A bell rang, resounding for millions of miles, frightening away the countless laws of the chaotic world sea.

  As Dao Ming gradually approached, a huge black ancient bell appeared and directly hit the warship on the far right.

  A certain Zen master from the Buddhist sect immediately stopped him. He pushed forward with both hands, and thousands of golden lights surged out. The shadow of the ancient Buddha condensed behind him, solemn and solemn, and the supreme Dharma.

  Although the Zen master withstood the black ancient bell, the remaining power of the ancient bell spread to the warship.

  "Boom!"

  The warship shook uncontrollably, and the people on it received a slight impact, vomited blood, and fell to the ground injured.

  "Can you recognize the origin of this weapon?"

  a strong man from Daoyi Academy asked.

  "I don't know."

  Everyone expressed doubts.

  It seems that in order to deal with Qingzong, the forces that secretly acted are fully prepared.

  This black bell alone can give a Zen master a headache and make him unable to get away for a short time.

  "Buzz--"

  Immediately afterwards, a harsh sound came from the chaotic space in the distance.

  "Demon sound!"

  At a certain moment, the ancestor of the Song family was in a trance and almost fell asleep. Fortunately, he regained his consciousness as soon as possible, otherwise the barrier on his side would have loosened, giving the person who secretly attacked and killed a chance.

  "This sound is weird. You can hear it even if your consciousness is closed, so be careful."

  The strong men warned each other, and the solemn look in their eyes became a little more intense.

  The demonic sound is strange, it can penetrate the barrier, and it can also be heard clearly by monks who have closed their ears.

  The tens of thousands of people in the Xuan Qing Sect were in a state of confusion, like zombies, without consciousness.

  Because Chen Qingyuan had Buddha beads to protect his body, he was not affected.

  Looking at the situation of everyone in the sect, Chen Qingyuan was anxious.

  So, Chen Qingyuan threw the beads to a nearby Zen master and shouted: "Master, go on!"

  Zen Master Wuchen took control of the beads with a thought.

  With the beads, Zen Master Wuchen looked happy, and then he used his top Buddhist skills to let the power of the beads bloom.

  "Om——"

  Within the chaotic space, hundreds of looming Buddhas suddenly appeared. They lowered their heads and chanted Buddhist scriptures to disperse the evil sounds.

  In just half a stick of incense, the law of magic sound collapsed, and this space was surrounded only by the sound of Buddha and a piece of holy light.

  "It's hard to deal with!"

  In the darkness, some people in black robes hid their auras and stared in the direction of the Xuan Qing Sect warship from a distance, their voices hoarse.

  "You only have this chance, show your true skills and don't hide your clumsiness."

  An old man in black said in a low voice, his face obscured by the mist.

  "If you let go and fight, your identity will be exposed easily."

  These people are more worried and have not dared to use their trump cards.

  "If Qingzong rises, think about the consequences."

  The old man in black said.

  "We and other sects are the most radical and have cut off Qingzong's foundation to stay in the imperial state. Based on this, I don't believe that Qingzong can settle the matter. If we don't solve Qingzong now, we will all wait to be liquidated in the future!"

  There are thirty-six sects in the imperial state, and most of them are robbing Qingzong of their resources. Some forces are ruthless and ruthless. They once killed Qingzong's holy son and many leaders, and then designed to sneak into Qingzong to obtain top Taoist skills and so on.

  This kind of behavior, repaying kindness with hatred, is even more excessive than that of tigers, leopards and wolves.

  The most outrageous thing is that those forces have no repentance and believe that the spiritual world is a place of the jungle and the strong, so they will kill them if they want. It is this concept that makes them unwilling to believe that Qingzong will resolve the past peacefully, and they keep making small moves secretly.

  "Fellow Taoists, don't miss this opportunity!"

  The old man in black was still encouraging.

  So, those guys made a decision after some discussion.

  Half of them showed up and fought with Qing Zong's road guards, trying to delay as much as possible.

  The other half stood still and waited for the opportunity.

  Once there is an opportunity to wipe out everyone in the Qing Sect, they will take action without hesitation and avoid future troubles forever.

  As for Mo Yuan, the strong men of these sects don't even think about it.

  In their opinion, the ancestors could work together to suppress the Demonic Abyss, so they can do the same now.

  However, they have never been to the Demon Abyss and have no idea how terrifying it is, otherwise they would not dare to be so confident.

  "Go!"

  The old man in black led more than ten top experts in a direct frontal attack.

  The black ancient bell is the magic weapon of the old man in black. As he reached out to grab it, Gu Zhong changed the direction of his attack. Hundreds of ghostly black shadows appeared on Zhong's body, with a ferocious face and twisted body.

  "Ancient Demonic Soldier!"

  At this moment, the Buddhist monks saw the approximate origin of the black ancient bell, and their expressions darkened.

  The demon soldiers are extremely ferocious and rare in the world.

  If you want to create this kind of weapon, ordinary weapon refining methods cannot be achieved. It would be detrimental to your moral character and would not be tolerated by heaven and earth.

  Judging from the Taoist patterns and strange shadows on this black ancient clock, it seems that it was made from hundreds of Mahayana-era Taoist bones and extremely rare holy stones.

  "No wonder I have never seen this weapon before. It turns out to be a magic weapon."

  Under normal circumstances, no one dares to use magic weapons. Once discovered, they are easily hunted down by righteous monks.

  "Amitabha."

  The three Zen masters stood side by side, and a huge golden seal with the character "卍" appeared behind them. It rotated slowly, and the power of the Buddha filled the sky, covering all the wastelands.

  In the face of the Buddha's majesty from all the Zen masters, the lawful power of this black ancient bell did not collapse, and could even fight against it, which was shocking.

  "The era that belongs to Qing Zong has long passed, so why let him reappear in the world. Everyone, it's better to leave!"

  The old man in black covered his breath and appearance, and his voice was hollow and hoarse.

  "A rat hiding in a smelly ditch dares to influence the situation of the world."

  Qing Chi crushed the surrounding void for a hundred miles and faced the old man in black. He was wearing light-colored cloth and carrying a three-foot sword, showing his domineering attitude.

  "Although you are strong, you can't do anything to the old man."

  The old man in black glanced at Qing Chi, slightly fearful.

  "Cut!"

  Qing Chi's answer came as he raised his sword.

  On the warship, Chen Qingyuan watched the changes in the battlefield intently. Although there was worry on his face, he was more calm.

  He wanted to memorize all the figures and moves of these people, look for opportunities to distinguish their origins, and settle the accounts slowly in the future.