Chapter 75: Monk of the Giant Bell
Everyone turned around and saw that a Jindan cultivator had come here with several foundation-building cultivators. At this moment, they had blocked all the escape routes of Zhang Tie and others!

When Zhang Tie saw those monks surrounding them, his mood, which had just relaxed, instantly became tense again.

Recalling the process of entering the Moon-shaking Sect to pick up old man Qiong, Zhang Tie's anger instantly rose.
"Why do people always come to ruin my good deeds? I just want to leave here! What the hell do you have against me?"

"Grandmaster, was that Qigong cultivator frightened? Why is his face as red as a monkey?"

"Haha," the Jindan cultivator sneered with disdain. He had killed quite a few Qi training cultivators, but not many of them were simply frightened silly.

"Forget it. I wanted to stretch my muscles, but this is not fun anymore."

The Jindan cultivator gave a signal with his eyes, and the foundation-building cultivators saw this and decisively rushed towards Zhang Tie and his companions, and magic spells started flying all over the place.

Suddenly, a small khaki bell flew over the heads of several people. Before Zhang Tie and his companions could react, it grew from the size of a palm to several feet high.

Then he covered everyone with great momentum.

At the same time, several other monks each offered a small red flag.

There were four muffled beeps, and the four small flags fell in four directions.

Zhang Tie took a closer look and found that these five people obviously wanted to use a combined formation.

I saw four small flags surrounding the khaki-colored small bell in the middle. Then as the four foundation-building monks infused spiritual energy into it, bursts of blood-red energy gradually emerged from the small flags.

"It's evil spirit!"

Zhang Tie exclaimed in surprise. He was currently practicing the Blood Evil Art. Although he could practice quickly, he would obviously be affected by the blood evil energy. He had to use part of his spiritual power to suppress the backlash of the art.

Now these foundation-building monks actually used the evil spirit formation, and Zhang Tie was obviously restrained.

"What a trouble!" Zhang Tie thought with a frown, and then he had to use the power of his soul to suppress the backlash of the raging spiritual power in his body.

"Why do these people from the Demon Sect love to use bloody evil energy so much? Won't they be affected?!"

At the same time, Han Li and Zhang Xiangling began to use their own magic, attacking the giant bell above their heads while dealing with the incoming evil spirit.

At this time, Han Li took out an intermediate-level golden sword talisman from his arms and stabbed it from bottom to top at the giant bell above his head, while Zhang Xiangling used a red silk to wrap around one of the foundation-building figures.

However, the monk did not dodge or evade when seeing this. Just as the red silk flew out, the evil spirit in the small flag suddenly gathered quickly and turned into a pair of giant hands that directly grabbed the red silk and began to tear it apart.

On Han Li's side, the golden sword collided with the giant bell, and a huge roar followed, shaking the entire earth as if it were shaking, and large pieces of rock fell from above his head from time to time.

After the loud noise, the golden sword had disappeared, and the giant bell also cracked into several pieces, obviously having suffered heavy damage.

Han Li was delighted to see this, and thought to himself that Brother Zhang's talismans were still as powerful as ever.

Han Li glanced at Zhang Tie who was meditating next to him, and thought to himself that once he broke the giant bell, he would help Zhang Xiangling break the formation, and then Zhang Tie would naturally be able to recover. Besides, they also had Old Man Qiong, a former Jindan powerhouse, so they still had a good chance of winning.

However, before the joy on Han Li's face disappeared, the cracks in the giant bell began to heal slowly.

"Is it actually relying on that bloody evil spirit?"

Han Li had some vague guesses, but he did not panic. Then another golden sword talisman was thrown over.

"Hmph! You overestimate your abilities. Let me see how many intermediate talismans you have available!" The monk who controlled the giant bell snorted disdainfully.

He knew how precious the intermediate talismans were, and this giant bell of his was just an intermediate magic weapon that combined all its functions with its solidity, and could quickly recover from the bloody evil energy of this combination formation.

Seeing that the thin and dark boy actually used the precious intermediate talisman to attack his magic weapon, waves of pleasure flashed through his heart.

He was born in an ordinary family. He met a young lady from a wealthy family in the city by chance and was struck by her beauty. However, the young lady had no intention of marrying him. She just gave him some money and left.

By chance, he used the money to get the chance to become an immortal, but he was not grateful to the rich lady at all. He was just angry that she didn't have sex with him.

Later, he slaughtered the young lady's family and even forced the rich young lady to have sex with him among the corpses of her family members.

Seeing Han Li actually using precious talismans to attack his magic weapon, he felt the pleasure of destroying other people's precious things.

The pleasure at this moment reached its peak in an instant.

"come on!"

Every time the giant bell and the golden sword collided, his pale face turned rosy.

once,
twice,

three times,

Four times,

. . .

As Han Li took out a dozen talismans from his arms, his expression suddenly became a little stiff. However, before he could recover, Han Li took out a second dozen.

"How can it be!"

However, before the giant bell monk could finish his words, Han Li took out another handful of talismans. Zhang Tie would give him these golden sword talismans whenever he had the chance over the years. At this moment, he had hundreds of them!
As Han Li threw out the golden sword talisman like it was free, the recovery speed of the giant bell in the sky could no longer keep up with his destruction speed. Finally, with a bang, it turned into powder all over the sky.

"do not want!"

Monk Juzhong went crazy instantly. He felt like he was back to the day when he was rejected, and his mind was filled with jealousy.

"Come back! Why are you running? If the bell is broken, change it to another magical weapon!"

However, the monk with the giant bell obviously couldn't hear him. The memory of killing his entire family and the memory of being rejected kept interweaving in his mind, and he kept shouting, "I want you to die, I want you to die!"

"Oh no, the formation is unstable!" The four monks who were infusing spiritual energy into the small flags exclaimed at the same time.

The core of this formation is the monk with the giant bell. He has a special physique, and the magic weapon nurtured with his essence and blood can combine with the blood evil energy, which makes the magic weapon indestructible.

The main method of killing with their formation is to trap the enemy, and then use magic weapons to grind the opponent to death.

With their cultivation level at the initial stage of foundation building, they had even killed strong men at the false elixir realm.

"At this moment, we can only use this evil spirit to kill the enemy!" said one of the monks.

"I think only that black guy has the highest cultivation level. Let's deal with him first, and the rest will be easy!"

Several people stared coldly at the giant bell monk who was rushing towards Han Li. Although they were extremely angry, they still had to use their evil spirit to capture the crazy giant bell monk back.

"Humph, if this encirclement and suppression does not satisfy the ancestor, you know the consequences!"

Then the four of them began to use the bloody evil energy to slowly entangle Han Li and Zhang Xiangling.

"We can't go on like this, or we'll all die here!" Han Li said anxiously.

(End of this chapter)