Old man Zi Yi’s palm power was already close, but he never expected that the other party would suddenly use such a miraculous Yin Yang palm technique. He wanted to turn around, but his momentum was already lacking. His palm strike was like a rock sinking into a swamp. He could only feel the other party’s palm power stretching out. This palm strike was actually easily melted away by the other party.

However, Xiao Chen’s Nine Yin Nine Yang Palm did not dissipate. After dissolving Old man Zi Yi’s palm, the two strands of Yin Yang profound energy came out of the forest like tigers. With a “rumble”, Old man Zi Yi was instantly shaken to the point that he coughed up blood and flew backwards. With such a heavy blow, this person’s heart meridians must have been severely damaged.

“Seventh Brother!”

The gray-robed old man holding the bronze bell was about to crack his eyes. Suddenly, he pushed the bell. The bell flew into the air and spun continuously. It magnified several times. Then, a faint sound of mourning came from the bell.

The sound of mourning was endless, causing everyone to feel dizzy in the distance. It was as if even their souls were about to be sucked away. Everyone hurriedly shut their ears with their true energy and temporarily sealed their hearing, so as not to be hooked to the sound of mourning.

“City Lord …”

On a tall building in the distance, an old man was quite concerned about Jiang Yutian. Jiang Yutian raised his hand and said, “It doesn’t matter. The Spirit Loss Bell of the Tai Shi Dao Sect is indeed powerful, but I won’t be disturbed by the spirit formation here. There’s no need to worry …”

In midair, the bronze bell grew larger and larger. Finally, it turned from cyan to black, gradually enveloping a layer of black gas. At this moment, Pu Lao and the Immortal Beasts on the bell had also turned into demons, devils, demons, and Underworld ghosts. Then, with a deathly voice, they pressed down on Xiao Chen.

It was like the mouth of a fierce ghost, and waves of dark winds struck the hearts of the people. This bell was called the “Soul Loss Bell”, and it was an extremely strange magic treasure. Rumor had it that this bell was originally from the Underworld, and had devoured countless nether ghosts that had committed evil deeds on the Yellow Springs Road. Once it was suppressed under the bell, within three moments, its soul would definitely dissipate and it would never surpass!

Seeing this bell jar, Xiao Chen naturally wanted to dodge. However, before he could unleash his movement technique, an old man with high cultivation appeared on all sides. The four of them attacked at the same time, and with a “bang”, he was pushed back into the middle.

It was at this moment that the big bell had already covered him, and with a “boom”, dust rose from all directions, firmly suppressing him on the Sword Stage.

At this moment, the surroundings quieted down. No one dared to believe that Xiao Yichen had been suppressed under the bell. This time, even his soul could not escape.

On the tall building in the distance, Jiang Yutian and the others’ minds trembled slightly. It was hard to imagine that there were so many people from the Tai Shi Dao Sect just now, and none of them were able to take down a single person. However, had they really been suppressed under the Soul Loss Bell this time?

“Kid, let’s see where you’re going this time …”

The grey-robed old man revealed a murderous look on his face. His hands formed seals and he chanted a string of strange incantations. Following that, layers of black mist immediately rose up around the Soul Loss Bell.

The black mist occasionally turned into a fierce ghost, and occasionally turned into a blood skeleton that constantly seeped into the bell. For a time, the entire Sword Arena was suffused with deathly energy, and the wind blew violently. Waves of ghost cries could be heard continuously. Even in broad daylight, it sounded like it made one’s scalp numb, and one’s back felt cold.

The Soul Loss Bell was originally a dark thing. At this moment, under the grey-robed old man’s incantation spell, it became even more deathly lifeless. Ordinary cultivators, even if they were to touch a drop of this kind of deathly energy, their cultivation would probably suffer a great loss, let alone being suppressed beneath the bell at this moment. Everyone in the distance felt a chill run down their spines.

“This time, I will suppress you under the Soul Loss Bell. Then I will suppress your soul within the Eternal Soul Forbidden Bell. All ghosts will devour your soul, and your soul will never be transcended!”

The grey-robed old man’s eyes suddenly revealed an extremely vicious and ruthless expression. His hands continuously formed seals, and the death aura around the Soul Loss Bell immediately became even heavier.

Everyone in the distance felt their hearts tremble. Their backs were cold. The people of Tai Shi Dao Sect were too vicious. They had forbidden Xiao Yichen’s soul from being bitten by ten thousand ghosts and would never surpass its life. This was vicious. It was not the doing of a righteous person. Aren’t they really afraid of Fairy Miaoyin taking revenge?

“City Lord, what should we do now?”

On a tall building in the distance, an old man dressed in green frowned. Jiang Yutian also stared at the Sword Arena without saying a word. Although his Imperial Continent was not involved in today’s matter, if Xiao Yichen died in his Imperial Continent and the Sword Arena was lent to Tai Shi Dao Sect by them, would the Xuanqing Sect vent its anger on the entire Imperial Continent?

“Let’s see …”

Jiang Yutian’s brows knitted tightly, and his face was filled with worry.

…

After a while, the death aura around the Soul Loss Bell slowly entered the bell. Tang Xin Hai leapt up and flew to the grey-robed old man’s side. His sword had just been cut by Xiao Chen’s sword. He had never suffered such a great humiliation in his life. His eyes were bloodshot and he said gloomily, “Is he still alive?”

Seeing his current tone, it seemed that he still wanted to seek revenge from Xiao Chen. The gray-robed old man said coldly, “Being subdued under the Spirit Loss Bell, there is no chance of survival. In a moment, his soul will be forbidden within the Spirit Loss Bell forever.”

“That’s a pity …”

Tang Xinhai’s voice was deep. After he finished speaking, he looked into the distance. The violet-robed old man who had used the Berserk Dragon Hand earlier had his right arm cut off by a single sword strike. His injuries were the most severe. The old man who had a strong palm was also seriously injured. In addition, other people were also injured to varying degrees.

Right at this moment, an old man dressed in green flew over and glared fiercely at the Spirit Loss Bell on the sword platform. He said in a deep voice, “Second Senior Brother, can you pull out a wisp of this person’s soul? Old Sixth’s arm was cut off by him, and he definitely can’t let him off so easily …”

The grey-robed old man’s expression was cold, “Don’t worry, his soul is forbidden in the bell. He suffered from the devouring of thousands of ghosts day and night. Compared to his soul being refined, it is more painful than ten thousand times …”

“That’s good …”

The green-robed old man’s face was filled with killing intent. After a while, the grey-robed old man was still chanting incantations. It seemed that something was wrong. He asked, “Second Senior Brother, what’s wrong?”

“Wait …”

The grey-robed old man’s eyes narrowed and he stopped chanting. At this moment, his expression became exceptionally serious. No one could last more than a quarter of an hour under the Soul Loss Bell. They would all be corroded by the aura of death. Why was it that three quarters of an hour had passed, and this kid’s life aura was still there …

“Something’s wrong …”

The grey-robed old man’s expression suddenly changed. It was as if he had thought of something. At the same time, a loud sound suddenly rang out under the Soul Loss Bell. Everyone from the distant sects was shocked. Following that, cracks appeared on the bell, as if it was about to crack.

“How could this be!”

The elders of the Tai Shi Dao Sect were all shocked. They looked at the cracked Spirit Loss Bell with horror on their faces. How could they have expected such a change? Before he and the others could react, the bell instantly shattered into pieces with a’boom ‘.

On the sword platform, Xiao Chen’s eyes were bloodshot, and his entire body was surrounded by a deathly aura. However, not only did this deathly aura not corrode him, it even looked like it was being used by him!