After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

The golden coin with wings, round on the outside and square on the inside, transformed into an aurora that defied the laws of nature.

It had no terrifying momentum to tear through the void, nor any earth-shattering fluctuations of magical power, yet it regarded the myriad streams of primordial energy hanging down from the Chaos Bell as nothing.

Those defensive barriers that were strong enough to block a Quasi-Saint's full-force attack were pierced through like phantoms the moment they came into contact with the illusory money.

"bite--"

A crisp, light sound, like metal striking stone, rippled through the swirling malevolent energy.

The coin actually stuck to the body of the Chaos Bell without any hindrance!

On the city wall, Xiao Wuji's soul suddenly trembled.

He was shocked to discover that the blood-related soul connection between himself and the Chaos Bell had been forcibly severed with that crisp sound!

That cutting force is irrational; it is pure suppression of rules.

The Chaos Bell, which had originally dominated the heavens and earth, instantly lost its light, shrinking to the size of a palm, and plummeted straight down.

However, before the immortals of the Chan Sect could even cheer...

"puff--!!"

The demon master Kunpeng, who was closest to the Chaos Bell, suddenly twisted his originally fanatical and frenzied face and violently spat out a mouthful of golden primordial blood.

His powerful aura at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm suddenly plummeted in an extremely terrifying way!

Backlash!

Kunpeng was horrified to realize that nearly half of the merit he had painstakingly accumulated since the ancient demon court era, as well as the portion of demon race fortune he carried, had evaporated in an instant!

The Treasure-Dropping Coin can drop any magical treasure, but the price is one's own luck or merit.

What Kunpeng has brought down is not just an ordinary spiritual treasure, but the strongest innate treasure. The price for going against the balance of the heavens is a massive amount of fortune and merit!

"Light the lamp!!"

Kunpeng suddenly turned its head, its sinister triangular eyes spitting out a fury powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and destroy the earth, staring intently at the astonished Daoist Ran Deng behind it.

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly realized what was going on.

No wonder that old fox was so generous, willing to offer such a strange magic treasure as a price to invite him to come out of seclusion; it turns out there was such a huge price involved.

Burning Lamp clearly knew the terrifying cost of forcibly falling into the Chaos Bell. This was simply using Kunpeng as a sucker, trading half of his life's fortune for a chance to break the deadlock!

I've been ripped off! I've been ripped off so badly I'm practically broke!

Kunpeng wished he could rush over right now and devour Randeng alive.

But at that moment, the small, withered yellow bell, radiating primordial energy, slipped into his palm.

When the fingertips touched the cool, ancient bell and felt the vast and boundless supreme power within, the Kunpeng's body trembled uncontrollably.

That was the aura of the Chaos Bell, an aura he was all too familiar with. Although it was slightly different from the one in Donghuang Taiyi's hands years ago, it was undoubtedly the Chaos Bell.

Feeling the innate treasure in his hand, the joy and satisfaction at this moment were beyond compare, and even the anger of being tricked was dissipated.

So what if half of your luck is gone?

With the Chaos Bell in hand, he could suppress his own destiny and even take a step further, truly becoming fearless in the face of even saints!

At that time, we will get back ten times or a hundred times what we lost!

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

Kunpeng looked up at the sky and let out a near-mad laugh, the sound of which shook the baleful energy within the great formation to its core.

"Destiny is on my side! The Chaos Bell has finally returned to the hands of my demon race! Xiao Wuji, without this tortoise shell, let's see what you have to fight me with!"

Ran Deng, Guang Chengzi, and the others behind them breathed a sigh of relief as they looked at the Chaos Bell in Kunpeng's hand, which was radiating endless Xuanhuang Qi. At the same time, the expressions in each of their eyes underwent a very subtle change.

The greatest threat was gone, and the shadow of death that had been hanging over everyone's heads finally dissipated.

However, what replaced it was an extreme greed that was like weeds, completely uncontrollable by the masses!

The withered face of the Taoist Ran Deng twitched involuntarily. His old eyes, which were always half-open, were now fixed on the small bell, almost dripping with greedy juice.

A supreme innate treasure! This is an unparalleled sacred object that can suppress the fortune of a great sect and even be used to comprehend the Great Dao of Primordial Chaos! Randeng roared wildly in his heart.

Why did he go to such lengths, even offering the rare and precious Treasure-Locking Coin?

On one hand, it was naturally to break through the barrier, but on the other hand, it was to let Kunpeng withstand the lightning, and then take the opportunity to retrieve the Chaos Bell and the Treasure-Losing Coin afterward.

After all, he knew very well that once the Treasure-Dropping Coin was used, the user's luck would plummet to rock bottom, and he would have a good chance of succeeding afterward, just like Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao in the past.

If he could seize the Chaos Bell for himself, why would he need to rely on the whims of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable?

In fact, it wasn't just him; Guang Chengzi, who was standing next to him, was also breathing heavily.

In fact, it wasn't just him; Guang Chengzi, who was standing next to him, was also breathing heavily.

He lost the Heaven-Turning Seal and the Immortal-Slaying Sword in succession, which caused his prestige within the Chan Sect to plummet.

If he could seize the Chaos Bell, he would become one of the most powerful beings in the prehistoric world, and even his senior brother, the Antarctic Immortal, would have to be mindful of his feelings!

Not only them, but also the two great bodhisattvas, Manjushri and Cihang, although chanting the Dharma name, had their knuckles white from gripping the Dharma treasures with excessive force, and the burning passion in their eyes could not be concealed.

With just one change, the members of the Chan Sect are now harboring their own secrets and their thoughts are running deep.

On the city wall.

Xiao Wuji was indeed taken aback for a moment when he looked at his empty hands.

He truly hadn't expected that the Chan Sect and Randeng would have such great courage.

To break his trap, he actually gave away the Treasure-Dropping Coin to Kunpeng. Even more ruthless, that demon master Kunpeng actually sacrificed half of his fortune!

This gamble was indeed beyond his expectations.

However, the astonishment on Xiao Wuji's face lasted only half a breath before turning into an extreme chill.

As he looked down at the Kunpeng's madness and the undisguised greed and scheming in the eyes of the immortals of the Chan Sect, the coldness at the corner of his mouth grew even stronger.

He looked down at the group of people from his high vantage point, his eyes radiating a murderous intent that seemed to tangibly drop the surrounding temperature to freezing.

"Well planned."

Xiao Wuji's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone in the formation.

"That's impressive, but can you afford the price?"

The moment he finished speaking, Xiao Wuji clasped his hands together in front of his chest, forming an extremely ancient hand seal.

"Twelve Heavenly Capitals, return to your positions!"

Rumble—!!!

The earth's veins within a radius of tens of thousands of miles around Jiepai Pass trembled violently, emitting a terrifying roar as if it were the end of the world, and a hundred times more violent evil energy erupted from the depths of the earth.

Immediately afterwards, under the extremely terrified gazes of the immortals of the Chan Sect and Kunpeng.

Twelve figures, their bodies shimmering with a dark golden luster, appeared. They were twelve golden figures, each containing the essence and blood of the Ancestral Witch!

As soon as they took off, they suppressed the twelve key points of the great formation, and twelve completely different laws instantly intertwined into a net, sealing off the sky and the universe.