Chapter 1123: The Holy Temples Sacred Bell! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Destroying the Nine Dragon Blood Formation was no easy task, not even for a Great General.

Bang!

The black-armored guard took two steps forward and then stomped, immediately shooting through the air like a cannonball aimed at Dusong Mangpoje.

Before Dusong Mangpoje could even react, the black-armored guard was in front of him. A steely fist rapidly expanded in Dusong Mangpoje's vision, smashing into his chest.

This punch had such enormous weight behind it that Dusong Mangpoje was sent flying through the air like a ragdoll.

As if he had been fired from a cannon, Dusong Mangpoje flew several thousand feet, leaving a deep fissure on the ground and a large cloud of dust.

At this moment, the Great Tang had succeeded in fending off the sudden attack from the Arabs, Tibetans, and Western Turks. The assault of the four Great Generals had collapsed, with the Eagle of the Plateau Dusong Mangpoje even being heavily injured.

Bang!

At this moment, the oppressive battlefield suddenly exploded with cheers, the Tang soldiers unleashing deafening roars.

But no one noticed that the black-armored guard, floating a foot off the ground, had imperceptibly creased his thick brows.

And no one noticed that when Dusong Mangpoje had been struck by the black-armored guard, he had been knocked toward that vast sandstorm that dominated the battlefield. There, the Arab War God was doing battle with the Demonic Emperor Old Man.

”Success!”

The fallen Dusong Mangpoje was covered in blood, but there was a faint smile on his lips as he raised his head. Reflected in his pitch-black eyes was a completely different scene.

A massive vibration came from within that vast yellow sandstorm spanning the gap between heaven and earth, and then a massive fissure tore open. With astonishing speed, the churning sand vanished, revealing two figures. One was bursting with golden light, an existence on par with the sun and moon. The other was a pitch-black figure whose robes flapped in the wind.

The two were in a distant standoff, their eyes locked onto each other as their bodies exploded with powerful fighting intent. A moment later, the two would begin fighting once more, but this brief time was enough for Dusong Mangpoje. The chance he had been looking for was finally here.

Dingling!

The soft jingle of a bell rang out, inaudible amidst the fierce fighting of the battlefield and attracting no one's attention.

The golden bell swiftly flew through the air, passing through the gap in the sandstorm and toward the black-robed Demonic Emperor Old Man. In the blink of an eye, it was only several dozen feet from the Demonic Emperor Old Man.

At almost the same time, the Demonic Emperor Old Man's heart thumped and his eyes subconsciously turned toward the golden bell.

Even though he hadn't seen what was flying at him yet, the Demonic Emperor Old Man's formidable instinct caused him to rapidly act. Bzzz! Vast energy burst out of his body, creating a pitch-black shroud of Stellar Energy that engulfed the Demonic Emperor Old Man.

The Demonic Emperor Old Man had reacted very quickly, but he had still underestimated the power of this secret ritual tool of the Great Snow Mountain Holy Temple.

Dingling! The golden bell vibrated as if in response to the Demonic Emperor Old Man's actions, suddenly accelerating as it arced into the air and appeared over the Demonic Emperor Old Man's head.

Boom!

In a flash of sparks and a peal of thunder, the small golden bell erupted with a dreadful and destructive storm of energy that immediately swept up the Demonic Emperor Old Man.

At this moment, the golden bell no longer seemed like a ritual tool, but a passage to another world, and the energy of this other world was madly surging and assailing the Demonic Emperor Old Man.

Such was the vastness of this energy that Dusong Mangpoje's own strength was irrelevant. This was wholly the strength of the ritual tool.

But Dusong Mangpoje was still caught by surprise. Pitch-black and majestic energy burst out of the Demonic Emperor Old Man's body, transforming into a giant blue hand that grasped the golden bell.

”!!!”

Dusong Mangpoje was left wide-eyed and slack-jawed by this sight. Even though he already knew that the Demonic Emperor Old Man was not easy to deal with, he was still left deeply stunned by this sight.

The Sacred Bell could not be gripped by an outside force, and if it could be so easily gripped, then it would never be able to imprison anyone. Such a thing had never happened in the past, and Dusong Mangpoje almost didn't dare to believe his eyes. There was no question that this mysterious old man was unimaginably and unfathomably powerful. Even the Sacred Bell's effects were greatly reduced against him.

”But it's useless!!!”