The Records of the Human Emperor Chapter 1123

Chapter 1123: The Holy Temple's Sacred Bell!

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, smas.h.i.+ng 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 a.s.sault 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 unleas.h.i.+ng 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 G.o.d 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 ma.s.sive vibration came from within that vast yellow sandstorm spanning the gap between heaven and earth, and then a ma.s.sive fissure tore open . With astonis.h.i.+ng 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, pa.s.sing 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 pa.s.sage to another world, and the energy of this other world was madly surging and a.s.sailing 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!!!"

Dusong Mangpoje's eyes suddenly turned hard and sharp . His fingers formed a spell as his body rose from the air .

Boom!

A moment later, the golden bell that was only the size of a fist gave a jolt and then exploded in size, becoming several hundred times larger, a giant mountain-sized golden bell .  Boooom! It dropped from the sky and smashed the Demonic Emperor Old Man into the ground .

When the storm dissipated, the Demonic Emperor Old Man had vanished, replaced by a six-meter-tall golden bell . Lightning crackled on the surface of the bell, hissing like tens of thousands of silver snakes coiling around the bell .

Sudden!

Too sudden!

Dusong Mangpoje had succeeded before anyone had even realized what he was up to, suppressing the Demonic Emperor Old Man beneath the Sacred Bell . All who saw this sight felt their minds reeling, and even the sounds of fighting began to die away .

"Success!"

In the distance, Dalun Ruozan clenched his fists with joy in his heart as he stared at the golden bell .

From the killing of the ordinary soldiers, to the injuring of Cheng Qianli and w.a.n.g Yan, to the joint attack on the black-armored guard… all of these had been links in a chain, plans within plans . All of it had been for the sake of borrowing the black-armored guard's hand to 'send' Dusong Mangpoje to the side of Qutaybah and the Demonic Emperor Old Man without stirring suspicion .

At the Demonic Emperor Old Man's cultivation level, he was simply far too perceptive . Even when he was fighting with an equally powerful existence like Qutaybah, trying to catch him in a scheme was still unrealistic . Only by using this method of getting close that did not seem too out of the ordinary would they be able to fool the Demonic Emperor Old Man .

But in the end, they had succeeded . The powerful existence of w.a.n.g Chong's master had still been engulfed by the Great Snow Mountain Holy Temple's secret artifact .

Bang!

After a short period of silence, the nearly one hundred Arab soldiers exploded with heaven-shaking cheers at the sight of that golden bell . Qutaybah's men, the elites of the northern war zone, were cheering the loudest .

"Arabia!"

"Arabia!"

"Arabia!"

Their shouts shook the heavens as all the Arab cavalry rallied . Even though none of them knew who this black-robed elder of the Great Tang was, all of the Arabs knew him to be the strongest enemy on the battlefield . It was precisely this person's existence that had caused the several hundred thousand Arab soldiers to face defeat and be turned back time and time again . Without this mysterious old man, there was no one else left on the battlefield that could stop Qutaybah .

"Qutaybah!"

"Qutaybah!"

"Qutaybah!"

The name of the Arab War G.o.d shook the heavens . After four days of bitter fighting and the lives of countless soldiers, Arabia had finally emerged victorious .

In contrast to the cheers of the Arabs, Tibetans, and Western Turks, the soldiers on the Great Tang side all had ghastly pale faces .

w.a.n.g Chong, who was in the middle of a battle with Ziyad, heard the commotion and turned to look . With a glance, w.a.n.g Chong suddenly understood something .

"Master!" All the blood seemed to drain from his body while his hands and feet became as cold as ice .

"Brother Wenfu!"

At almost the same time, the Wushang Village Chief saw the six-meter-tall golden bell in the distance and s.h.i.+vered . His breathing became ragged as if he had been dealt a mighty blow .

"Venerable Senior Zhang!"

Gao Xianzhi, Cheng Qianli, Su Hanshan, and everyone else was stunned, their faces as white as sheets of paper . Even the black-armored guard holding the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner grimaced, his aura rippling with energy .

Even the slowest of them had realized by now that they had completely fallen for the scheme of the Arabs and Tibetans . Their target had not been w.a.n.g Yan or Cheng Qianli, nor had it been the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner . Their target had always been one person: w.a.n.g Chong's master, the Demonic Emperor Old Man!

After four days of vicious fighting, both sides no longer had many soldiers, but the Arabs were still unable to overcome the Great Tang armies . But if they imprisoned the Demonic Emperor Old Man, removing the strongest force on the Great Tang's side, then even with the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner, the Great Tang would still face defeat .

Even though formations were extremely important, in any war, the strength of Great Generals would always make them a powerful existence equal to formations .

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