Records of the Human Emperor Chapter 1123: The Holy Temple's Sacred Bell!

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, 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

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