Supreme Martial God Art

Chapter 2778 Brat, I'm late

In the center of the spread of golden light, there is an extremely simple, yet extremely magnificent golden ancient clock, slowly emerging.

It was an ancient bell bigger than a mountain.

The rays of light are lingering, the rhythm of Taoism is circling, and it is extremely sacred, which is enough to make people admire and pay attention to it.

"Boom!"

Another sound.

This sound was even more deafening and terrifying than the sound just now.

The entire space seems to have instantly turned into a sea, a sea of ​​raging giant wolves.

It was a piece of space ripples.

There was no collapse, but it seemed that it was even more terrifying than a direct collapse.

Ripples swept across, like a giant wave, rolling towards Ming Yuanzong's side.

"Run, run!"

Some disciples of Mingyuan Sect cried out.

Like a terrifying plague, the tens of thousands of Ming Yuan Sect disciples fled towards the rear.

Even those senior members of the Ming Yuan Sect did the same, quickly retreating into the distance, not daring to fight against this attack.

Even the Underworld God has an ugly face.

He also stepped back a little.

It can be seen that he is also a little afraid of this attack.

However, perhaps because of the face of his suzerain, he did not retreat too far.

After retreating some distance, he stopped.

At the same time, a surge of divine power surged out of his body and quickly wrapped it in it.

This is his protective power.

Underworld God is fully prepared, this is really a little scared.

In fact, until this moment, regardless of whether the short-sighted disciples of Ming Yuan Sect can recognize it.

But they are definitely recognizable.

It's just that they are extremely unexpected, and even some can't believe it.

At this moment, the one who came to rescue Wu Yun was actually the incarnation of the legendary ancient sacred object, the divine bell of good fortune.

hum, hum, hum...

The power is surging, and at this moment, the sky above Ming Yuanzong is really like a rolling ocean.

Ripples in space, boiling endlessly.

In the midst of this rolling force, human beings are also as small as duckweeds in the sea.

Without exception, including the Underworld God.

All were directly shaken by this force.

It is enough to see that the strength of the Underworld God is probably far less than that.

And as before, Wu Yun and Hei Pao were not injured at all.

When all the power passed around the two of them, as if they were guided, they subtly avoided the two of them.

And, even more mysterious.

This terrifying attack force was only plundering the sky above Ming Yuanzong.

It did not cause any damage to the buildings below the Ming Yuan Sect.

This precise power control is really the ultimate operation.

But this process did not last long.

Soon, the turbulent space gradually subsided.

And all the people who were originally spread over the Mingyuan Sect also retreated to extremely far places.

In the entire Ming Yuan Sect, only Wu Yun and Hei Pao were left.

The black robe had also arrived at Wu Yun's side, and supported Wu Yun back to the mid-air suspension.

Boom!

In the distance, another bell rang.

But this time, the sound of the bell was obviously much gentler.

Also, it's not aggressive.

After this bell tolled, the ancient bell as huge as a mountain gradually dissipated in the void in the distance.

Of course, it did not disappear and leave, but gradually manifested a human form from it.

The appearance of this person should be somewhat unfamiliar to the Ming Yuan Sect, including the black robe.

However, when Wu Yun saw this person, the whole person froze slightly.

Even if he had already guessed that this was who he thought he was.

But when I saw it with my own eyes, there was still an indescribable feeling that emerged spontaneously.

Kindness, warmth, touching, all kinds of complex emotions, quickly emerged in Wu Yun's mind.

I don't even know why, but I feel a slight sour feeling even between my nose.

This person is not the clock of good fortune, who else can it be?

Long time no see.

The last time I said goodbye to the fairy world, and now I see you again, it has been a few years.

Although in the past, when getting along with the god of creation clock, it was mostly bickering and arguing.

But the emotions of the two have long been inseparable in this state of getting along.

For Wu Yun, the God of Fortune is both a teacher and a friend. To a certain extent, the God of Fortune is no less helpful to Wu Yun than his master Wu Lingtian.

In other words, the two of them just didn't have the status of master and apprentice.

"Old bastard, I knew it was you!"

In the distance, Wu Yun jokingly, but full of gratitude, called out.

Not disrespect, just because I'm used to it.

And the God of Fortune Clock doesn't care what Wu Yun calls it.

"Stinky boy, I haven't seen you for many years, how do you have such strength? After a walk on the ancient road of the starry sky, you were actually beaten up like this by these God Domain guys when you came back?"

The God of Fortune also spoke to Wu Yun in a playful, but caring tone.

Of course, these words are more joking.

In fact, in just a few short years, Wu Yun has been able to reach this step, which can be regarded as an incomparably fast cultivation speed.

After all, he is not the God of Fortune, nor is he like Wu Lingtian, who fell from the peak cultivation base.

He came up step by step from below.

Inevitably, in terms of cultivation speed, it is impossible to compare with these two.

But compared to other people who have come up through normal cultivation, I dare to say that Wu Yun's cultivation speed is absolutely unprecedented.

While he was talking just now, the God of Fortune Clock also used a teleport-like speed, and in the blink of an eye, he had come to Wu Yun.

"I've seen seniors!"

On the side, the black robe slightly cupped his hands.

Perhaps the strength of the black robe is not weak, and the years of survival have also been long, at least a character from tens of thousands of years ago.

However, compared with the incarnation of the sacred object that existed in ancient times, the god of creation clock.

Not to mention tens of thousands of years, even tens of thousands of years, or 100,000 years, is far from enough.

"Um!"

The god of creation clock nodded to the black robe.

Immediately, he looked at Wu Yun and said slowly, "Stinky boy, I'm sorry, I'm late!"

"Before, you told me to protect them, but after they ascended to God's Domain, I went to other places."

"This time, if it wasn't for a special reason, I happened to hear the news about this matter and came here in a hurry, I'm afraid the consequences would be unimaginable!"

"Old bastard, don't say these words, you can't always guard them."

Wu Yun nodded in thanks and said, "I am very satisfied and grateful that you can come."

"Now, what we should do is to let the god of the underworld make friends, and let's not mention the rest!"

"haha okay!"

Fortune God Bell nodded and smiled.

After all, there are no dangers, and some words are useless to say more.

Immediately looking up, his eyes, at this moment, instantly became firm and indifferent.

What he was looking at at this moment was where the Underworld God had stayed before.

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