Chapter 592 The Key Item

"The supreme ruler of chaos, the country bumpkin, Nan Huazi requests to see you!"

A huge passage was cracked in the defense barrier of the Realm Lord's Mansion, and a haggard old man walked in staggeringly. He knelt on a square that was wider than the world, like a speck of dust, extremely humble.

"Master, please see me."

He cried out in sorrow, filled with infinite exhaustion.

Click!

The towering gate of the temple slowly opened, and Bai Donglin walked out with his hands behind his back, casting an extremely majestic gaze down.

"Since when did the Grand Elder of Qingmu Prison Gate become a country bumpkin?"

"Master..."

Nan Huazi's figure trembled, and his dominant eyes saw through everything. At one glance, he probably knew clearly how many times Nan Huazi wet the bed when he was a child.

"Nan Huazi is guilty and knows that his crimes are grave. Qingmu Yumen is innocent and should not be implicated because of my master and I, so he resigned from the position of elder."

"Yunxiao has been blinded by hatred. I am powerless to stop him. I can only let him go."

Nan Huazi didn't dare to hide anything. Now that things had come to this, the only thing he could do was to preserve the sect as much as possible.

"Nan Huazi, do you know that according to Article 9 and the fifth rule of the Human Race's Supreme Law, anyone who plots against the ruler shall be sentenced to death and his ten clans shall be exterminated."

"With just a few words, you want to take down the Qingmu Prison Gate. If this continues, won't anyone dare to show off in front of me?"

"Humph, where is the master's majesty!?"

Bai Donglin's eyes were cold. As the patron saint of the human race, the Lord's contribution was indelible, and he should naturally enjoy the respect and favoritism of the ethnic group.

"Master, Nan Huazi knows that I cannot interfere with your will, but I beg you to spare Qing Mu Yu Men!"

After saying that, Nan Huazi's mind moved, and from the deepest part of his soul, from the inside out, he began to extinguish and disintegrate. He was determined to die, without the slightest hesitation.

"It's quite responsible."

Bai Donglin shook his head slightly. It was so tragic that he seemed like a villain. But reality was so cruel. What if he was not the master? But just an ordinary cultivator? Without a doubt, he would be the one to die.

At the beginning, Murong Chongxiao relied on his strong cultivation level and looked down on everyone. He deserved to be killed instead when he wanted to.

His brother Murong Yunxiao is a man of deep love and loyalty, so it is understandable that he comes for revenge. Fighting and killing, killing the younger ones will bring forth the older ones, this is always the case in the world of cultivation.

It's just that he didn't play by the rules and his growth rate was too alarming. Before Qingmu Yumen could make a move, he had no chance anymore.

"Qingmu Yumen should have been exterminated, but since you are so sensible, I will give them a chance to live. They can escape the death penalty, but they cannot escape the punishment of living. Whether they can survive depends on their own luck."

"Thank you, sir!"

A trace of relief appeared on Nan Huazi's face, and a raging divine fire gushed out from his body, burning everything in an instant. His will returned to silence, and after he was resurrected, his hands were all pinched off.

Bang! A strand of hair broke off automatically, fell from the hair, and swirled slightly, shining with divine light, before shooting into the void and disappearing.

His will is attached to his hair. Anyone in Qingmu Prison who knows this, or has committed evil deeds, or dares to resist, will be killed one by one.

"The matter is over now. As for Murong Yunxiao, he is just courting death. Haha, the twelfth floor master is not so easy to kill."

He didn't take these minor matters to heart. If these two guys hadn't walked into his trap, he wouldn't have bothered to care. After all, there were so many people who wanted his life, and these little guys from the realm of gods and demons couldn't cause much trouble.

At the same time, in the light ball world outside the Bronze Immortal Palace, the first round of competition has come to an end. Except for a few unlucky guys, nearly 10,000 Ninth Realm geniuses have successfully advanced.

Compared with the huge base number, the probability of these monsters encountering each other is too low.

Boom! The vines of light pulled the world of billions of light balls and slowly retracted. As the space shrank, the light balls gradually touched each other. The collision between the two did not cause any ripples, but directly merged together.

It turned into an even larger and brighter ball of light, with the thousands of worlds inside it overlapping and colliding, setting off an endless glow of destruction.

The operation of the photosphere world is completely random. Regardless of ethnicity, it is not uncommon for people of the same race to be grouped together. This is inevitable, it is just a matter of sooner or later.

Looking around, all the scenes in the light ball world came into view. Bai Donglin nodded with satisfaction. The twelve building masters were all far away and did not meet each other.

If anyone could pose a threat to the twelfth floor master, it would only be the twelfth floor master himself. Bai Donglin has great confidence in them.

The second round of competition was a fierce battle that broke out with a bang.

The eyes of countless living beings were drawn closely, and they cheered and shouted enthusiastically for their own tribes and their favorite monks. It seemed as if all the attention of the world was focused here.

"Um!?"

Bai Donglin suddenly frowned, moved his gaze, and looked into the depths of the endless starry sky. His eyes were burning, and a blurry scene came into his eyes.

"Who is it? How dare you invade Jidao Shengzong at this time? Are you really that bold?"

The Jidao Holy Sect is the leader of physical cultivators and one of the top forces of the human race. Behind it stand countless physical cultivators and the Ghost Palace which is in charge of foreign wars. Unless the human race is in danger of genocide, he really can't think of anyone who would dare to attack its base camp on the Qianyuan Continent so openly.

But the Jidao Holy Sect's supreme protective formation had indeed been attacked, and the commotion was quite loud. Yujing Mountain, who was located above the center of the formation, transmitted all the fluctuations clearly into his perception through the divine particles.

Without time to think, Bai Donglin raised his hand and waved it. A scarlet vortex emerged. Unexpectedly, the dimensional channel was extremely unstable. After a flash, it collapsed and disappeared.

"Awesome, the space-time dimension has been completely isolated and cut off, there must be a great master!"

Bai Donglin's eyes sparkled, and his curiosity grew. With his current attainments in the dimension of time and space, no one could compare to him unless they were at the tenth level specializing in this field.

"Destroy!"

With a thought, he annihilated himself instantly, using his fastest and most domineering way of traveling. No matter how the time and space dimensions were isolated, it could not affect his immortality.

In an instant, it traveled across billions of light years from the edge of the universe and was resurrected on Mount Yujing.

Boom! Snap!

As soon as his vision returned, he saw a sharp corner shining with seven-color light, piercing through the extremely thick defensive light shield, with a crackling sound, and countless cracks spreading.

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Ding! A bell rang loudly, resounding through the heavens and the earth, coming from the depths of the Jidao Shengzong forbidden area. An extremely huge and magnificent bell shadow came with a bang, smashing towards the sharp corner that pierced through the light shield.

"What the hell!?"

Bai Donglin frowned, sensing a familiar aura. Wasn't that sharp corner surrounded by seven-colored light the top of the Demon Suppression Temple? No wonder it was able to destroy the Jidao Saint Sect's protective formation in such a short time.

Why did Xilifeng and Wandering Emperor attack Jidao Shengzong? And it wasn't just the two of them...

Bai Donglin's eyes were filled with white light, and through the huge hole, he saw the scene outside. It was a sparkling silver-gray river, extremely huge, winding and swirling, wrapping the entire Jidao Holy Sect in it and blocking the spread of any aura.

Such a powerful space-time blockade even disrupts time. A long time may pass inside, but perhaps only a moment may pass outside.

If the divine power particles he left behind were not too unique, he probably wouldn't be able to perceive what was happening here.

In other words, apart from him, the human race’s top leaders knew nothing about what was happening in the Jidao Holy Sect at this time.

"This space-time river is so powerful, and this familiar breath is you, the fisherman Jiang Wudao!"

"What on earth do you guys want to do?"

Bai Donglin's brows twitched slightly. After all, Jidao Shengzong was one of his strongholds. He felt a little unhappy when he was besieged by these three ruthless men.

But after thinking about it, I couldn't think of a reason why the three of them attacked Jidao. They were all trying to break the wall, so there was no reason for them to draw their swords against each other.

Just as Bai Donglin was about to make a move, he saw a huge bell shadow crashing down at him, and his extreme counterattack method was triggered.

Ding! A crisp bell sound came from the seven-colored horns, and Xilifeng stepped out, holding a small golden bell in his hand. It was this bell that made the sound.

The golden sound waves spread out, and the huge bell shadow that seemed to suppress everything was actually frozen in the void and slowly dissipated into nothingness.

"Golden Bell! Xilifeng, are you also a bell keeper?!"

Bai Donglin looked surprised. He took a step forward and stood in front of Xilifeng. He flipped his hand and took out an identical small golden bell.

"Friend Bai, why are you here?"

Xili Feng was stunned. He didn't expect that Bai Donglin, who was supposed to be at the edge of the universe, would suddenly appear here.

"Brother Bai, long time no see. Hahaha, I didn't expect that our next meeting would be under such circumstances."

Wandering Emperor also stepped out of the temple. With a wave of his hand, the Demon-Suppressing Temple shrank immediately and floated above his palm, spinning around.

"Brother Bai's guess is correct. In his past life, Jinghong was indeed a very powerful person, and he was also the bell keeper."

Without waiting for Xilifeng to answer, the outspoken Wandering Emperor took the initiative to explain.

"In that case, what are you doing?"

Bai Donglin's eyes were filled with even more confusion. It seemed that things were not as simple as he thought. There must be a huge secret involved.

"Let's pick up something."

Xili Feng spoke softly, his voice clear and pleasant, his eyes looking towards the restricted area of ​​Jidao Shengzong, ninety-nine light wheels slowly turning in the depths of his eyes.

"The key to accommodating the unified world line, the Prayer Hall!"

(End of this chapter)