Chapter 82: Destroying the Bell (Part 1)

  He gave a faint smile to Da Kun, "What I want you to do is also simple. Over there is a stone, under the stone is a well, and in the well is an ancient bell. You just need to shatter this bell."

  Ye Chen nodded and headed in the direction that Xiang Dakun pointed, without asking anything. It was because of what Xiang Dakun said afterwards, "I can only slow down those Golden Armored warriors' attack speed, I don't know how long your companion can hold on."

  The stone is not big and is buried in the grass. If you don't walk in to look, it's hard to find. Even if you do find it, you won't think there's anything special about it. The bluestone and the grass are mixed together as one, and there's nothing particularly unusual about this place.

  Ye Chen arrived at the edge of the bluestone, squatted down with both hands grasping the edge of the bluestone. This bluestone weighed two to three hundred kilograms. Ye Chen's first attempt did not budge the bluestone, but then he exerted his strength and this three-hundred-kilogram heavy bluestone was slowly moved away.

  "Hiss……" A dark aura swirled out of the overturned bluestone, followed by a sharp and piercing cry. Ye Chen was caught off guard, his body enveloped in the dark aura, as a chill ran down his spine and a cold breath drilled into his body.

  "Hmm!" Ye Chen let out a cold hum, his body surging with energy as a white sword-shaped shield formed around him. The black gas was completely blocked outside, and the sizzling sound continued nonstop.

  Ye Chen made a sudden effort, lifting all the bluestones, and a gloomy, terrifying voice appeared, much stronger than before, black air rushing into the sky, ghostly faces flashing from time to time, making ear-piercing sounds.

  This? Ye Chen couldn't help but turn his head to take a look at Xiang Dakun, who was sitting on the throne. Xiang Dakun showed no expression, looking at Ye Chen with an air of indifference, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

  Ye Chen turned his head to look at the four flickering lights, four dimly lit light circles. Chen Tao was in one of the light circles, but since there were no words visible here, he didn't know where the death gate was. However, none of these four light circles had gone out, and no one had entered, indicating that Chen Tao had not died yet.

  But such a thing, Ye Chen didn't know when it would happen, so he could only hurry up to complete the task for Da Kun. As for whether there was any danger, Ye Chen didn't have that much time to consider.

  Looking back at the ancient well with black air rushing to the sky, a chilling aura spread out, which was very frightening. Ye Chen had no choice but to take a leap of faith and jump into it. Without any rope, Ye Chen's entire body was wrapped in sharp sword energy, tearing through the gloomy black air as he descended downwards.

  The ancient well of the black hole, except for this inch of land that Ye Chen himself occupied, Ye Chen could only see the dark and gloomy gas, as well as shadowy things crazily colliding against his protective layer.

  As it fell, it was light and floating, without any landing point, the speed got faster and faster, and that cold breath also got heavier and heavier, Ye Chen's sword energy and protective energy were all worn away to become very thin.

  It wasn't until a long time had passed that Ye Chen could feel his face being torn apart, the pain was so intense that he felt like he couldn't bear it anymore. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, he finally felt something solid beneath his feet.

  Soft as the water in a quiet pool, cool and transparent, yet it also made Ye Chen's body ache all over from the violent impact. The sword energy on Ye Chen's body was directly shattered, and the sharp sword energy tore the surrounding air into pieces.

  Yè chén jìn jí xiān tiān zhī jìng, shēn tǐ qiáng dù bù kě tóng rì ér yǔ, bǐ qǐ fán chén jìng de shí hòu qiáng zhuàng hěn duō hěn duō, néng gòu chéng shòu qiān jīn zhī zhòng, kě shì jiù shì zhè yàng de shēn tǐ, yī rán gǎn dào shēng téng, kě jiàn zhè gǔ jǐng yǒu duō me duō de shēn.

  Without the white sword energy protecting his body, the black gloomy gas seemed to see light in the darkness and all rushed towards Ye Chen. The yin energy below was even more intense, and the coldness was even stronger. Ye Chen felt stiffened on the spot.

  Ye Chen couldn't help but feel his whole body ache and crack, he quickly circulated his internal energy, wanting to expel this gloomy gas from his body, but it was not as easy as before, the cold air here was even more oppressive.

  Ye Chen also realized that what surrounded him wasn't water, but rather an excessive amount of cold air that had condensed here, resulting in a sort of liquid state that made it difficult for Ye Chen to breathe.

  A white sword aura formed a sword-shaped cage around Ye Chen's body, blocking the frantic black air that rushed up. Ye Chen was like a magnet, attracting all the black air around him. The intersection of black and white made a hissing sound, which was very piercing to the ear.

  This consumption was too great, and Ye Chen's restored energy was completely inferior to the consumed energy. In this short period of time, he had already consumed a third of his energy, making Ye Chen look very unsightly.

  Ye Chen had no choice but to do nothing else, and could only consume his internal energy like this. Ye Chen struggled to get up, unable to see the scenery around him, with only a pitch-black darkness in front of him, without even knowing what it was.

  Ye Chen cautiously looked around, seeing only the ferocious faces that were impacting on his white sword energy, and hearing the piercing sounds that made Ye Chen's head feel annoyed.

  Ye Chen remembered Da Kun's words, although he couldn't see the surrounding scenery, but he was sure that there was a clock here, as for where it was, Ye Chen didn't know.

  This is an ancient well, and the space shouldn't be too large. Finding that bell shouldn't be a difficult task either. Ye Chen knew that if he stayed here for too long, his internal energy would definitely be depleted, and by then, it wouldn't just be a problem of shattering the bell, but also whether he could get out or not.

  Ye Chen's entire body emitted a vast amount of sword energy, and white sword energy burst forth, illuminating the dark space with its radiance. The surroundings could barely be seen, but a black clock towered in the distance, not far from his position.

  The underground of this ancient well is not very large, and in the flashing white light, a bell-shaped thing has already existed in Yedust's mind.

  The bell is taller than the person. Ye Dun was fortunate that when he fell down, he didn't hit the bell. Otherwise, it would be unclear whether the bell or the person would have been destroyed.

  Every time Ye Dun emitted a sword light, he was one step closer to the bell. He was originally not very far away and soon arrived at the location of the bell.

  With the sword light, Ye Chen could see clearly what this bell looked like. It was a black bell, taller than a person, and there were many, many people's faces on it.

  Those piercing sounds all came from this face, Ye Chen's sword energy protected his body, and those sounds couldn't make Ye Chen's head ache or anything, but just made Ye Chen feel a bit annoyed.

  Those faces flew out from the clock face one by one, pulling up long black pillars. If it weren't for Ye Chen's keen eyesight and the glint of his sword, they wouldn't have been discovered.

  These faces all rushed towards Ye Chen with ferocious expressions, but Ye Chen was not just defending himself, instead he swung out his own sword energy.

  Ye Chen had no sword in his hand, but he could use his arm as a sword, swinging out white sharp sword energy, cutting all the black shadows that attacked him into pieces.

  Every black shadow that was shattered under the illumination of white light, shattered. It should have been a painful expression, but what Ye Chen saw seemed like every face he had shattered looked like it was relieved, with a calm complexion and even a faint smile.

  What's going on? Ye Chen couldn't understand, so he casually chopped up a black face that was rushing towards him. The black face shattered and the dark energy dissipated. The shattered face reassembled, gathered together, and was no longer pitch-black, even emitting a faint light. However, this light was very weak and could hardly be distinguished if one didn't look closely. The face emitting the faint light looked relieved, and it shot upwards, heading towards the top.