Chapter 586 Suppressing Guanyin and the Gratitude of the Witch-Slaying Sword

Author: Qingdeng Road

The golden clock of time and space roared, and the sound was heavy and sad, and it actually sounded more like crying.

"Humph, you're just a golden immortal, I really thought..." Facing such a bell, Venerable Guanshiyin and others showed disdain, still looking down on this little golden immortal like Wang Yu.

Even though Wang Yu has repeatedly shown his extraordinary ability, he is still not taken seriously by them.

Their absolute confidence in their realm makes them extremely proud. From the bottom of their hearts, they believe that no matter how powerful a mere golden immortal is, no matter how powerful his magical powers, methods, or magic weapons are.

Being able to shake Daoguo Daluo Jinxian is already the limit. If you want to do more, it is completely a dream.

Do you really think everyone is the peacock?

Everyone sneered, looked at Wang Yu coldly with aloof pride, and then maintained this posture, froze on the spot, and began to make a splashing sound, like running water.

Crystal stones, carrying the aura of space and time, fell from everyone's bodies.

"Gudong~" Taoist Kunpeng's throat rolled as he looked at this scene stupidly, unable to believe his eyes.

Taoist Styx looked at Venerable Avalokitesvara and others who were immobilized without realizing it, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Of course he could see it.

Venerable Avalokitesvara and others are very strong. They are all monks who have attained the Tao Fruit. Each of them is not much worse than him. Especially the leader, Venerable Avalokitesvara, is even stronger than him and has reached the peak of Tao Fruit Daluo Jinxian.

However, even such an existence is still frozen in the sound of the bell.

A powerful monk whose magical power is so vast that he can play with time and space, but he can't resist the sound of this mere bell.

Taoist Styx saw it even more clearly: "Venerable Guanshiyin and the others have not fallen!"

Yes!

Venerable Avalokitesvara and others only had their time and space frozen, and time and space were completely suppressed by the sound of the bell, just like the previous masters of time in the Golden Bell Valley of Time and Space.

Time and space are suppressed, and time and space turn into crystals and scatter.

It can be said that they have fallen, or they can be said that they have not fallen!

Because their consciousness still exists, but it has been separated by every time and space that has been refined to the limit.

It's like the children who take away their father's property after their father dies.

From the perspective of inheritance, they are not dead, because everything about them has been inherited and turned into countless crystals of time and space.

Each crystal can be said to be their child, inheriting their consciousness and abilities.

However, it can also be said that they are dead, because everything they have has been separated and cannot be reunited.

Every bit, bit by bit, they have new owners and new consciousness.

Therefore, unless there is a peerless magical power, which is far beyond the concept of rebirth from a drop of blood or even the concept of immortality, reaching the level where a voice, a little memory, and a name can be turned into a ladder and reborn from the fall!

Of course, this is not difficult for them who have achieved Tao and Fruition!

What if there wasn't that bell!

They will be reborn and resurrected soon!

It's a pity that the sound of this bell is too strong!

It not only freezes the time and space on their bodies, but also freezes their fallen state at this time, and solidifies it into their own infinite time and space.

Just like destiny, they are destined to be suppressed and destroyed in the future just like they are now.

Any creature, magical power, or magic weapon that wants to resurrect them needs to fight against this bell!

For great powers from the beginning, at their level, immortality is the most basic ability. There is no real and absolute death or fall!

However, if it is really suppressed by the most powerful magical power and magic weapon and cannot break through, it will be no different from real death and fall!

"He not only swallowed up the Golden Bell Valley of Time and Space, but also obtained the exclusive magical power in it!" Taoist Styx thought in his heart, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

What kind of magical operation is this? It swallows up a forbidden area in an understatement, and even the core magical power of the forbidden area can be swallowed up?

Are you sure that the person in front of you is really not a quasi-sage of Daoguo?

I don’t know how many times, Taoist Styx once again had such a question in his mind!

Still in shock, Taoist Styx suddenly heard a low sad sound in his ears. He turned around and opened his eyes wide!

"Fellow Taoist Ziyang...you..."

In his eyes, Taoist Ziyang didn't know when his eyes were filled with tears, and he was looking in a certain direction in front of him with an expression of endless sadness.

His body was trembling slightly, and even with the level of Daoguo monk, he could not suppress his emotions.

Taoist Styx was shocked, followed his gaze, and then fell silent, murmuring in a low voice: "Witch-Slaying Sword!"

"The sky is so high and the loess is so big, how come there is no room for our human race?"

Wang Yu lowered his head, and a powerful and heroic roar suddenly came from the pitch-black witch-slaying sword in his hand, resounding throughout the world. If you listen carefully, you can hear the deep helplessness contained in this voice.

"The mountains are so tall that they stand tall against the sky and the earth. Can you put down a few people from my human race?"

After the heroic voice, a pitch-black light appeared. A group of people, with bloody clothes and panic-stricken faces, led by a young warrior wrapped in animal skins, arrived in front of a towering mountain and knelt down on the ground.

Ask loudly.

The majestic mountains are covered with steaming clouds and rosy clouds, and there are thousands of strange peaks, stretching endlessly across the landscape.

There is innate spiritual energy floating in the mountains, rotating around the mountains, and transforming into countless acquired spiritual energy.

A figure, with a majestic aura and auspicious clouds at its feet, is the lord of this mountain. Standing in the deepest part of the mountain, listening to such pleading, looking at the people kneeling outside, he raised his sleeves and waved his sleeves.

Gray-white mist appeared out of thin air, vast and endless, and dispersed in an instant. Along with the mist, it dissipated along with the majestic and endless mountains.

"This river is majestic and has infinite water potential. It can lead the world!"

"When clouds pass by, they stop immediately; when wind passes by, they fall; when beasts pass by, they cannot move; when gods pass by, they bow their heads; when immortals pass by, clouds descend; it is like a long and vast river."

The young man wrapped in animal skins and the endless panic tribe walked for a long time. When they saw an endless river, they immediately knelt down, raised their hands in the air, and praised continuously.

"This river brings down immortals, bows down to gods, keeps beasts, falls in the wind, and stops clouds. It is a great mercy and good deed for all living beings. Can you..."

Before the young man finished speaking, he saw the water rising up and turning into a million-foot-high wave, coming violently.

Wandering away, the young man and the clan members behind him are no longer in their original positions.

The young man's hair was scattered and dripping with water, like a drowned rat. When he looked back, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. The number of tribesmen behind him was reduced again.

"Zhen Zu, do we want to continue?" A gray-haired old man walked up and asked in a low voice.

His face was wrinkled, he was holding a cane in his hand, he walked tremblingly, his eyes were dull and cloudy, and he lacked vitality and aura. He seemed ready to blow out the lamp and pull out the wax at any time, and collapse on the spot.

"The monster clan is pressing hard, and we have no way to retreat."

The young man, Mian Yi, one of the three ancestors of the human race, looked behind him, stretched out his hand to wipe the water droplets on his face, raised his hand and shouted: "Continue, as long as one of us is alive, we must not give up."

"There is hope only if you persist, you must persist!"

"Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement!"

Following the roar of the Zhenyi clan, everyone behind them followed suit. At first, only a few people heard and echoed.

Soon, more and more people heard this, and more and more people followed suit. The sound was like thunder, echoing throughout the world, bringing with it the power to unite people's hearts and dispel despair.

The panicked and powerless hearts were gathered together, and everyone was united!

"Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement!"

"Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement!"

"Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement!"

"..."

Wang Yu's mind was shaken, and he murmured: "Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement!"

This is a part of what happened in the real ancient times. It is the experience of the human race when the demon clan used human souls to refine the witch-slaying sword under the general trend.

At that time, the demon clan was the strongest and the human race was weak. They were driven out of their original place of residence by the demon clan. They were panicking like a bereaved dog, fleeing in the world, searching all over the famous mountains and rivers, only asking for the almighty to take them in.

The demon clan is coming with great force and endless killing intent, which makes the human race think that the demon clan wants to kill all the human race and exterminate their race, so they rise up to resist!

The human race is unable to resist the demon clan, so it can only look for backers and powerful people, just to leave a trace of fire and retain the concept of the human race!

This is exactly the purpose of the demon clan!

Human souls can refine the Witch-Slaying Sword, but if it is a human soul in a normal state, the effect is not strong. It takes this kind of experience to find hope in despair, and the soul that always perseveres is the best way to refine the Witch-Slaying Sword.

Good material!

Therefore, at the end of the ancient era, although the demon clan had an absolute advantage over the human race, they did not use all their strength to directly massacre the entire human race. Instead, they sent out an army of demon clan to drive away the human race from all directions, causing the human race to experience despair.

Don't kill them all, let them see hope!

This lasted for three thousand years. During this process, the human race experienced the simplest and most desperate three thousand years. Their souls were baptized in despair and hope. After satisfying the demon clan's demand for soul materials, they were secretly captured by the demon clan's masters.

Harvest.

In fact, the first person to mention the word "crops" is the demon race, and its target is the human race!
To be continued...