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1754. Out of the Clock 【19】

The two great demon kings of the demon clan worked for a while, and waited until midnight when the moon was in the middle of the sky, and then began to take action.

What we have to deal with is the first ancient artifact - the Donghuang Bell. Since the creation of the world's father God created the Donghuang Bell, he has put it in the Three Clear Heaven Realm and can never be contaminated with filthy things in the world. It can be said to be the purest magic weapon in the world with divine power...

Of course such a magic weapon is powerful, so you can't really fight head-on if you want to deal with it...

Since Donghuang Zhong Chunjing, they found the most filthy weapon in the world to deal with it.

Even if you can't really destroy it, it's okay to hurt it a little.

Watching the moon hang high in the sky.

The Qingyan Demon Lord took out the Soul Burial Bowl and cut his wrist. The red blood instantly poured out and dripped into the glass...

The Soul Burial Bowl is something that the Qingyan Demon Lord snatched out of the Dead Abyss. It has absorbed hundreds of billions of undead evil spirits and evil spirits for more than 100,000 years and the most filthy aura written between heaven and earth. Although it cannot be said that it is the most vicious weapon in the world, it is by no means a good person.

Fortunately, the Qingyan Demon Lord is still entangled with the demon and has been able to withstand the cultivation level for more than 100,000 years.

Otherwise, he would have been swallowed by the Soul Burial Bowl.

The whole body of the Soul Burial Bowl is strangely black and red, its original color is black, but it emits a bloody red light.

As the demon blood flowed into the Soul Burial Bowl more and more, the red light emitted from the bowl body also became stronger.

The black foul air from all directions and the wandering evil spirits were like bears smelling the smell of honey and flocking to them.

After a while, the Qingyan Demon Lord felt that the right hand of the Soul Burial Bowl was getting heavier and heavier. The small bowl was even heavier than a thousand feet high mountain at this moment.

The Qingyan Demon Lord's hands were trembling, his face gradually turned pale, and the sweat beads of his forehead rolled down. He bit Qiang and held on his shoulder.

Seeing that his situation was not good, Huo Xuan asked quickly: "Can you still hold on? Do you want me to help?"

"No...use..." Qingyan Demon Lord gritted his teeth and said two words with difficulty.

He could hold on for a while. If it were replaced by Huo Xuan, although his cultivation level was not low, he became a demon after the ancients. His foundation was □□ and he could not stand this ancient weapon.

If he is backfired by the Soul Burial Bowl, his efforts will be in vain.

Huo Xuan looked at the Soul Burial Body and the Green Night Demon Lord nervously. While praying that blood would flow all over the bowl, he hoped that the Green Night Demon Lord would hold on and not faint.

If you want to activate the Soul Burial Bowl, just let it absorb a soul, it would not satisfy it at all. Therefore, the Qingyan Demon Lord wanted to use his demon blood as a sacrifice to awaken the Soul Burial Bowl. Let it fight to the Donghuangzhong with a desperate blow.

The blood of the Qingyan Demon Lord must flow all over the bowl. This may lead to excessive bloodthirsty in his body, causing rapid weakness. Now, although the soul burial bowl is getting heavier, the Qingyan Demon Lord is almost overwhelmed by his rapidly weakening body.

As the Qingyan Demon Lord's hand shook more and more violently, Huo Xuan was frightened to see it.

He trembled and cheered on the Demon Lord of Qingyan: "It's almost full, it's soon, it's going to be fine soon... Qingyan, you can hold on for a while, it'll be fine soon..."

The Demon Lord of Qingyan couldn't hold on anymore. The Soul Burial Bowl looked small, but the capacity was really large. The blood in his body was almost dry, but it was not full yet...

His face was now pale like a ghost, and even the usually red pattern of the fallen immortal on his eyebrows became faint.

There was a wave of dizziness in front of me, and the Qingyan Demon Lord was shaking...
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