Chapter 29 The mysterious bell at the top of the tower

"Oh, it depends on whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. There is no fear of doing good deeds. It's not good to do bad things! However, I think it's better to live by yourself. If you are controlled, you will no longer be yourself. Even if the other party is the person you admire. He thought for a moment and laughed.

It's not good to do bad things...

If you are controlled, you are no longer yourself...

"I see." Wukong suddenly realized and smiled.

"I heard that you were a very chic and casual person before. Unfortunately, when I took the Western Classic later, it was not so frank. Xuan Ming smiled sweetly: "But I still like that unrestrained and casual you. I always feel that it's you!"

"Are you free and casual?"

"Yes. Do whatever you want."

"Not bound by the world? It's easy for you to think! But many times, for many people, this is impossible and unrealistic!" Wukong smiled bitterly and said, "I have suffered this loss before!" Even your master, the powerful and invincible Master of Tongtian, can't do this.

"Really? He can't do it either?" Xuan Ming was surprised, and then thought of the red and lonely back. Maybe he really can't...

Wukong smiled and did not answer. Xuanming also stopped talking and sat on the edge of the top of the tower, with his legs hanging in the air. He lowered his head and looked absently at the dark grass under the tower.

Can't you really? But for him, Xuanming should be free to live at will. If everything is bound, it will be too painful to live like that.

In the silent summer night, there is also the dark night sky. Therefore, when the bell rings, it looks particularly desolate and far-reaching. At the same time, the dull and desolate bell also woke up the distracted Xuanming and Wukong, who closed his eyes and meditated.

"What's the sound?" Xuan Ming asked in surprise.

Wukong shook his head and did not answer, jumped up quickly, and suddenly disappeared.

Xuan Ming is also curious. Following Wukong, he also went down to the top of the tower.

"Is this the clock ringing?" Immediately after Wukong, Xuan Ming also came to the tower and saw that there was only Xuanzhong in the top of the wide tower.

The clock is very big, or huge! The clock body is chaotic, surrounded by countless stars, chaotic and deep, with endless changes. Easily distracting people.

The bell body shakes lightly, the bell is loud, and the echo is winding. But although the mysterious bell rings loudly, there is no "long wood" to ring the bell, and no one to ring the bell.

Xuanming narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the Xuanzhong doubtfully and confusedly. The bell rang like a knock on Xuanming's heart. With the ringing of Xuanzhong, he only felt that his heart was also trembling and shaking. It doesn't hurt, but it's boring, as if there is an unspeakable desire to break my heart.

"This clock..." Xuanming felt the shocking bell and looked at Wukong and asked, "What kind of clock is this?" Why is it so strange?"

Wukong didn't answer, maybe he didn't hear it at all. If Xuanming saw the bell ringing, he felt surprised and confused. Wukong was shocked and unbelievable. Is the clock that has been silent for 100,000 years finally waking up? After nearly a hundred years of silence, the clock actually moved at this time? Wukong looked at the bell in disbelief, and then at Xuanming, who was also surprised. He muttered doubtfully, "It's impossible, it can't be him..."

At this time, Xuan Ming was still immersed in the sound of the strange bell in front of him. The sound was really strange. Xuan Ming meditated secretly.

As the bell rang, he felt more and more familiar with it. Very familiar, very familiar...

It's like meeting friends for many years...

Xuanming looked at the muffled Xuanzhong and couldn't help stretching out his right hand and stroked Xuanzhong.

To say, this clock is also strange. After Xuanming's touch, Xuanzhong trembled slightly. In a short time, the bell gradually decreased...

A tiny suction suddenly came out of Xuanzhong, absorbing Xuanming's palm. Xuan Ming was slightly surprised and felt that the palm of his hand was itchy. After a while, it disappeared and returned to normal.

Is this? Xuan Ming raised his palm, held it open, and looked at the palm of his hand, but there was nothing.

Wukong quietly looked at the interaction between Xuanming and Xuanzhong, blinked his fire eyes, and the golden light flashed in his eyes. After Xuanzhong was silent, he looked at Xuanming with a curious face and said, "Okay, it's just suddenly gone crazy. Let's go too. Leave it alone."

suddenly crazy? Xuanming blinked and looked back and forth between Wukong and Xuanzhong. He inexplicably grabbed the back of his head, followed Wukong downstairs and went back to his room.

In the wing room in the backyard of Lingguang Temple, Xuanming lay on the bed, touching the heart of his right hand, thinking about what happened just now.

What would he say that the clock was crazy? Joke, how could he believe such a far-fetched reason? However, if it's not crazy, why does it suddenly ring? What is the itching and suction I just felt?

That feeling...

He could feel the excitement and excitement of Xuanzhong. The suction was like an excited rush to announce his existence, pulling him away. Unfortunately, in the end, he seemed to be weak and could only put down his hand reluctantly...

Yes, just as Xuanzhong withdrew his suction, he felt the deep reluctance on Xuanzhong...

Xuan Ming turned over and sat up, looked at the cold moon hanging high outside the window, blinked, and jumped out of the window. He still decided to go back and have a look. If he didn't figure it out, he couldn't sleep.

Coming to the top of the Lingguang Tower, Xuanming stopped and looked at the silent Xuanzhong. To be honest, this Xuanzhong gave him a familiar feeling, just like his master's four swords. But he can be sure that he has never seen this clock.

"Of course, some are special, that is, predestined people."

Thinking of what his master said about "the predestined person", Xuanming reached out and touched Xuanzhong and muttered, "Am I also a predestined person of this clock?"

No way? Xuanming shook his head with a smile and didn't feel like it.

In the third update of the night, Xuanming knocked on Xuanzhong alone at the top of the tower. He looked there, sometimes instilled spiritual power, and sometimes he said to himself to Xuanzhong. Unfortunately, even if he tried his best, Xuanzhong did not respond at all.

Xuanming was puzzled, leaned against Xuanzhong and sat down, sighing disappointedly. At this time, a gust of wind poured in through the open window, and a "wish" sounded, which attracted Xuan Ming's attention.

Xuan Ming got up and looked at the wind. I saw the shadows shake. Three figures flashed out of thin air.

"Huh? You..." Xuanming was surprised. Among the three, except for the person in the middle who was wrapped in black cloth, Xuanming knew all the other two.

"It's you!" A teenager on the right hand of the man in black smiled coldly and said. This teenager is the analysis that Xuanming saw in the thunder prison of the heavenly world a few months ago.

"Ha, it's you!" As soon as he saw Xuanming, the middle-aged man in black on his left also laughed. He turned sideways and respectfully said to the man in black: "Lord, this young man is the apprentice I told you about!"

Lord? Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Xuan Ming looked at the man in black doubtfully and wondered: Is this the demon master? Why is it wrapped like this? Is it really so unseeable to be a demon leader?

Or is the demon leader too ugly to show his true face? Thinking of this, Xuan Ming couldn't help but raised the corners of his mouth and smiled jokingly.

"Oh? Is he the little narcissus? On the head of the man in black wrapped in black cloth, his eyes flashed with joy. Looking at Xuan Ming's joking smile, he had some suspicious thoughts and some doubts, which also disappeared with Xuan Ming's smile.

Just because of the evil charm in Xuanming's joking smile, it looks like Tongtian!!

The man in black laughed and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant. He looked at Xuanming and his eyes were full of pride. At this time, he heard the middle-aged man beside him smile and said, "Lord, I saw Tongtian give the Taiji picture to this boy with my own eyes that day. Maybe the picture is on this boy!"

"Hey, what are you talking about!" Xuanming is inexplicable. Didn't the picture have been returned to the old man for a long time? This man, it was really a waste of his kindness to save him that day!

Unfortunately, the man in black ignored him and smiled at the middle-aged man, "Sura. This time you have made a great contribution. When I go back, I will say good words to you with my master, and the punishment will be waived!"

Does he still have a master? Isn't that the demon leader? Xuan Ming was really confused. At this time, he listened to the man in black: "Xi Tong, kill him."

"What? Want to kill me?" Xuan Ming was shocked, and then his eyes became sharp.

"Yes!" Xi Tong said "Yes" loudly. He looked at Xuan Ming and sneered, "I think there is anyone else who can save you this time!"

"Hmm!" Xuanming looked at the bloodthirsty Xitong with a sneering smile and knew that this battle was inevitable. He was not a pretentious person. Looking at Xi Tong offering a magic weapon, he also snorted coldly and condensed the water sword.

The water sword in the air flashed with a faint blue light. Xuanming held the water sword, shook a sword move, and shouted proudly, "Come on, I'd like to see if you can really kill me!"