This feeling of being pressed is really unpleasant, and the feeling of being pressed on the mountain on your head becomes stronger.

When he arrived at the Thirty-Third Heaven, the clothes on his back were already wet.

Leaving the panting Leizu Tianzun, the Jinshu Demon Lord frowned. He barely stood firm on the bumpy and shaking ground, but Leizu Tianzun was already shaken like dice.

Jinshu Demon Lord stood for a while and felt his breathing accelerated, and his internal organs seemed to be squeezed into a ball and felt very uncomfortable. He asked, "What happened?"

Lei Zu Tianzun wanted to get up, but he lay down again and again. Finally, he was desperate: "Let's go... to the Sanqing Illusion Realm... I suspect it was that something happened..."

The Thunder Ancestor Tianzun knew that there were not many illusion states of the Three Pure Land. It was only tens of thousands of years ago that his master had transformed himself into saying that if something happened to the thirty-third level of heaven once, it would be that there would be something wrong with the Three Pure Land.

Lei Zu Tianzun shook his head dizzyly: "I...I don't know either..."

Jinshu Demon Lord kicked him: "Bad."

He grabbed Lei Zu Tianzun's collar and dragged him to the place where the vibration was most violent and difficult to walk.

Although the Jinshu Demon Lord had already tried very hard to adapt to the same environment as the magnitude 7 earthquake, he still felt dizzy and a stream of sour water wanted to run out.

After stopping and resting for a while, the Jinshu Demon Lord continued to drag Leizu Tianzun away.

Fortunately, the sky finally paid off and he found it.

But the situation in front of him made the Demon Lord of the True Jinshu not feel relieved.

The Jinshu Demon Lord felt that as the barrier was impacted, his body seemed to be under the same heavy pressure. If he had not been determined, he would have been kneeling on the ground with his knees like the Heavenly Lord of Leizu.

He asked, "Is this the Three Pure Land?"

Lei Zu Tianzun's connection was twisted by the invisible air pressure, his mouth tilted to the side, and it was difficult to speak: "It should...it should...it shouldn't be poked (wrong)!"

The face of Jinshu Demon Lord was also a little distorted, but it was not as powerful as him.

"Why...is this happening all of a sudden?"

"Because the Donghuang Bell in the Sanqing Illusion Realm was stolen." Suddenly, an old voice suddenly rang in his ears, alleviating the pressure a little.

The Jinshu Demon Lord and Lei Zu Tianzun turned to look, but suddenly there was one more person and they didn't even notice it.

Lei Zu Tianzun opened his eyes and saw the old Taoist whose beard was covered with white eyebrows. He was so shocked that he even forgot to faint. He asked tremblingly: "Laojun, you...you are back..."

The Jinshu Demon Lord glanced at him, Laojun, who is it?

No, there is the most important thing, he just heard - Donghuang Bell!

The head of the ten ancient artifacts is said to be the master of the Creator Father God himself.

It is enough to destroy the world and devour the heavens.

The eyes of the Demon Lord Jinshu lit up. Unexpectedly, the Donghuang Bell, which was recorded the least in the classics, only a few sentences, really existed.

It's just stolen, it's a pity...

Lei Zu Tianzun arrived quickly: "This death (is)...the moral heaven...the heaven is the primitive heaven."

"Oh, he has left the Heavenly Palace, why are he back?" Feeling the dissatisfaction from the other party, the Jinshu Demon Lord silently said, "Okay, I shouldn't ask this, then... what will happen after the Donghuang Bell is stolen?"
Chapter completed!