noveltune Chapter 571 The Primordial Treasure, the Eastern Emperor Bell!
Chapter 571 The Primordial Treasure, the Eastern Emperor Bell!
The bells rang melodiously.
The sound wasn't loud, but it struck right to the depths of one's soul.
At that moment, all the spiritual energy within the main hall ceased to flow.
Everyone stared intently at the broken bronze bell above Chen Changsheng's head.
The bell is engraved with mountains, rivers, plants, the sun, the moon and stars. Although it is cracked and only half of it remains, the supreme pressure that suppresses the primordial chaos is undeniable.
Laozi suddenly opened his eyes, and the whisk in his hand trembled.
A storm raged within him.
This is the Eastern Emperor Bell.
The treasured companion of the Demon Emperor Donghuang Taiyi.
Innate treasure.
During the great war between the Lich King and the Demon King, Donghuang Taiyi perished, and the Donghuang Bell disappeared without a trace; even the sages could not predict its whereabouts.
It's unbelievable that it ended up in this kid's hands today.
Yuanshi Tianzun gripped the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi tightly, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.
He was consumed by jealousy.
A rare innate treasure.
There are only a handful of innate treasures in the entire primordial world.
His sect claimed to be the true lineage of Pangu, and its most prized treasure was nothing more than the innate treasure, the Pangu Banner.
What merit or ability does Chen Changsheng possess to actually obtain the Eastern Emperor Bell?
Even if it's only half, it's still a genuine innate treasure with the foundation of a supreme treasure, and its power far surpasses that of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.
The Tongtian Sect Leader sat on the holy throne, paused for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
This grand-disciple has really made him proud.
To be able to get one of the Eastern Emperor Bells, that's incredible luck!
The Jie Sect was already lacking a treasure to suppress its fortune, and now that Chen Changsheng had this broken Eastern Emperor Bell, the Jie Sect's fortune was completely stable.
The two Western Saints looked even worse than if they had swallowed a dead fly.
The guide closed his eyes, chanting scriptures, but his heart was bleeding.
Zhunti Daoist gritted his teeth, wishing he could rush up and snatch the Eastern Emperor Bell.
This is a fragment of a supreme innate treasure. If we could obtain it from the Western Sect, what would they have to worry about in terms of prosperity?
Nuwa sat in her original position, looking at the broken Eastern Emperor Bell, her lips twitching a few times.
She knew it perfectly well.
She was very familiar with this treasure.
Back then, this kid went to the Nuwa Palace, carrying a broken shovel and digging holes everywhere.
At the time, she thought the boy was just fooling around.
As a result, someone dug up Donghuang Taiyi's treasure directly from under her dojo.
Who can I complain to about this?
Nuwa sighed inwardly. Even a sage couldn't see through Chen Changsheng's extraordinary opportunities.
The Old Man of the South Pole stood in the middle of the field, completely dumbfounded.
He felt the terrifying pressure coming from above, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.
That was a fear that came from the depths of one's soul.
Having lived for so long, of course he recognizes the Eastern Emperor Bell.
This was an unparalleled treasure that could withstand the ancestral witches back then.
Chen Changsheng felt extremely pleased to see the old man of the South Pole looking like he had seen a ghost.
It feels so good to show off.
Today I'm going to take your old-school quasi-saintly sacrificial bell.
"Antarctica, weren't you going to teach me a lesson?"
Chen Changsheng's tone was flat, without the slightest fluctuation.
He pressed down gently with his right hand.
The shattered Eastern Emperor Bell crashed down with an aura of annihilation, hurtling straight toward the Antarctic Immortal.
If this hits hard, even if the Antarctic Immortal doesn't die, he'll be badly injured.
The Antarctic Immortal was terrified and desperately channeled his inner power.
He held the dragon-patterned walking stick horizontally above his head while frantically shaking the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan.
The heavenly flames transformed into a wall of fire, attempting to block the falling Eastern Emperor Bell.
But all of this was in vain.
Wherever the Eastern Emperor Bell passes, all laws are destroyed.
The divine flames that filled the sky didn't even last a second before being crushed by the oppressive force emanating from the bell.
The dragon-patterned walking stick let out a mournful cry, bent and deformed from the impact, and fell to the ground.
The remaining power of the Eastern Emperor Bell was undiminished, and it firmly suppressed the Antarctic Immortal.
thump.
Another dull bell rang.
The Antarctic Immortal coughed up a mouthful of blood and was forced to his knees by the pressure.
The ethereal light emanating from his body instantly dissipated, and the sound of his bones shattering was clearly audible.
The main hall was deathly silent, save for the Antarctic Immortal's painful gasps.
Chen Changsheng stood still, without even moving his hand.
They suppressed the old quasi-saints of the Chan Sect so easily.
Haotian sat on the imperial throne, his blood boiling with excitement.
too strong.
This is the Heavenly Enforcement God of his Heavenly Court.
With Chen Changsheng around, who would dare to underestimate the Heavenly Court?
Zhen Yuanzi gasped, no longer holding Chen Changsheng in the slightest contempt.
This young man not only has a powerful background, but his strength and background are also unfathomable.
The Styx Ancestor huddled in a corner, not daring to utter a sound.
He secretly rejoiced, thankful that he hadn't provoked this evil star earlier.
If that broken Eastern Emperor Bell were to fall into the sea of blood, his foundation would probably be smashed to pieces.
Cheers erupted from the seats of the Jiejiao sect, as if the roof had been lifted off the ground.
Zhao Gongming was so excited that his face turned red, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"My disciple is mighty! This old man just needs a good beating."
Bixiao jumped up with joy, clapping her little hands and cheering.
The Chan Sect, on the other hand, was lifeless.
Guang Chengzi slumped to the ground, his face ashen.
Even Master Antarctica was instantly killed in one move; their Chan Sect is completely finished today.
Yuanshi Tianzun sat on his holy throne, his face so dark it seemed to drip water.
He stared intently at the kneeling Antarctic Immortal, feeling utterly humiliated.
A powerful figure from the Chan Sect was pinned to the ground by a junior using half a broken bell, unable to get up.
This is an utter disgrace.
Yuanshi Tianzun took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.
He knew he couldn't make a move.
If he were to attack Chen Changsheng now that Daozu has just left, it would be a slap in the face to Daozu.
But he couldn't swallow his anger.
The prestige of the Chan Sect must not be ruined like this.
Yuanshi Tianzun slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over his disciples.
He stared intently at the Old Ancestor Burning Lamp, who was sitting at the very front, his eyes closed in meditation.
The atmosphere inside the Lingxiao Palace was extremely heavy.
The Antarctic Immortal was pinned to the ground by the broken Eastern Emperor Bell, unable to even lift his head.
He was spitting out mouthfuls of blood, and his once rosy face was now as pale as paper.
The enormous forehead pressed against the cold, white jade floor looked both comical and pathetic.
Chen Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at him.
That old thing was barking so loudly just now, why is it so quiet now?
If you're going to slap someone in the face, you have to do it thoroughly, leaving them no chance to save face.
To the disciples of the Chan Sect, the laughter of the Jie Sect immortals was more painful than a knife.
Sun, who was being detained, kept his head down, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
Chi Jingzi gritted his teeth, trembling all over, but he didn't even have the courage to look at Chen Changsheng.
They were scared.
Even Master Antarctica was suppressed in one move; for them to go up there would be suicide.
Yuanshi Tianzun sat on his holy throne, his chest heaving violently.
He always had a high opinion of himself and valued noodles the most.
I've lost so much face today.
He stared intently at the half of the Eastern Emperor Bell above Chen Changsheng's head, wishing he could snatch it and smash it to pieces.
But this kid is a Xuanmen protector appointed by the Dao Ancestor.
If he were to personally intervene, and the Dao Ancestor were to blame him, he would be in deep trouble.