Chapter 798 The Beginningless Bell Rings in March
The northern region is quiet, and all ethnic groups in ancient times were afraid. They could not ambush and did not dare to do anything.
However, all parts of the world have been boiling, and there is no beginning of the bell, like the first ray of divine light of Taichu cutting through the darkness and illuminating the road ahead of the human race.
The beginningless emperor came back to life and suppressed the town of all races. This is something that everyone is passing on. There is discussion everywhere, breaking the tranquility of many days.
Maybe it has been depressing for too long. Many people think wishfully that the ancient emperor is really going to appear and will break all the existing patterns.
However, the bell did not last long and stopped abruptly. Many people were waiting nervously, and many people were even a little frightened for fear of eternal silence.
"Why is it like this?"
"Is Wu Shi really still alive?"
The human race is worried, while the ancient races are indifferent. Everyone is paying attention and waiting silently.
At this moment, the people in the Valley of God took a long breath, their nervous nerves relaxed a little, and there was a cold murderous intention on their faces.
Two days have passed, but Zishan has no movement, and Zhong Bo seems to have never appeared.
The indifferent smile on the faces of some ancient strong men became stronger, the tight heartstrings of the Valley of Gods were relaxed, and the warships gathered. Although they did not act, they were ready at any time.
In the purple mountain, Ye Fan sat with Zhang Lin, and the swallowing magic jar hung above, ups and downs, with thousands of wisps of black light falling down, covering them up.
Ye Fan was suppressing with the weapons of the ancient emperor, and wanted to help the fifth generation of Yuan Tianshi get rid of his red hair and remove the evil spirit in his body.
However, two days have passed, but it can't change Zhang Lin's fate. The red corpse hair has decreased, but his body smells rotten.
"Don't waste your effort, when I return to normal, that is, when my life is over." Yuan Tianshi sighed.
Who in the world can not die? How many proud people are stunned by one sentence? Even the ancient emperor collapsed in the years and returned to the dust.
Yuan Tianshi, who is proud of heaven and earth in nature, digs all the underground secrets, can get amazing treasures, can continue his life for himself, but can not be immortal.
It has been 10,000 years since Zhang Lin disappeared in his later years. Who can live so long? He is not a great holy body, let alone the emperor of the human race. If he hadn't become a demon, he would have died long ago.
Now, Ye Fan wants to forcibly drive away all the mysteries in his body, and finally let him rot. Become a dead body.
Zhang Lin is not disappointed. After living for so long, he has long been a dry person in Shouyuan and does not love immortality.
"The ancient emperor's weapons are really domineering and can suppress the mystery in my body, and now I can finally stay awake for a period of time."
"Second generation, why did you rob the king of medicine in my hand not long ago? Do you need it?" Ye Fan asked.
"Yes, why did I do this? Why do I have this instinct?" Zhang Lin said to himself, and then suddenly grabbed the long bloody hair up to his waist.
He showed a look of pain, and then muttered, picked up handfuls of terrible red hair, walked around, and finally showed a terrible look in his eyes.
"Oh... Finally, Zhang Lin let out a roar like a beast, and his eyes turned red and ran away like the wind.
He walked through one ancient hole after another and disappeared at the end of the path, like a wounded beast howling leaves.
After a long time, he appeared, holding a huge source in his arms, in which there was a beautiful woman, like a lotus flower, flawless and clean.
"It's her!" Ye Fan was surprised. When he entered Zishan in the past, in addition to meeting Jiang Taixu, the god king, he also saw a woman sealed in the source, who was this person.
"Save her!" Zhang Lin's voice was hoarse.
Ye Fan suddenly understood that this was Yang Yi, the saint of Yaochi 10,000 years ago. He had heard Fifth Master Zhang talk about it.
Yang Yi is Zhang Lin's confidant. After learning that something ominous happened in his later years, he was heartbroken. Regardless of his life and death, he resolutely entered Zishan and never appeared in the world again.
"I failed her too much in those years, and I was involved in her falling into the Jedi after her death." Zhang Lin's voice was trembling, and his red-haired hands were trembling.
The sacred atmosphere of this source is pervasive, and the light is restrained. Ye Fan was stunned. It was really eye-catching in those years. This is obviously a special divine source.
The usual Shenyuan color is golden. At that time, there was no Xueyuan Tianshu. I learned that there were other colors of Shenyuan, but I didn't know it.
However, this is not made of divine source liquid. It was Zhang Lin who sealed Yang Yi after the crack. In the method of banning the immortal six seals, mixed with other divine source powder, embedded in those cracks, and sealed it for 10,000 years.
Yang Yi entered Zishan to be martyred for Youyuan Tianshi. Zhang Lin was half demon and half human. After becoming a red-haired monster, she lost her mind, but there was also an instinct to save Yang Yi, which made Ye Fan sigh for a while.
"When..."
The beginningless bell rang again, and this time the sound was endless, constantly, shocking the whole world.
One day, two days...ten days...
More than ten days have passed, the bells are silent, the five realms are shaking, and the human race is boiling.
This is the reputation of no beginning. No matter how many years have passed, when the bell rings, it is still shocking and everyone is nervous.
The ancient races are really afraid this time. Who can let the bell ring for more than ten days in a row? It's inconceivable that when it is close, it must be shaken into powder.
The Valley of God was completely suppressed this time, and his ready-to-moving mind suddenly cooled down, like cold water splashing his head. He did not dare to act rashly and dormant quietly.
"When..."
Two months later, the beginningless bell is still ringing, making the whole northern region peaceful. No ancient creature dares to come out, and all of them have been suppressed.
This is a huge wave. Now many people believe that the Wushi Emperor has manifested, otherwise how can there be such a long bell wave?
In the Purple Mountain, Ye Fan's face was pale. He didn't know how many mouthfuls of blood he had coughed up in the past two months. He took a bite of the king of medicine every two days.
He was in the swallowing magic jar and blocked all the bell waves, but the extreme emperor's soldiers were unparalleled, even the slightest tremor was fatal.
The magic lid sealed the jar tightly. He was in the middle, but even so, he suffered a lot. If he hadn't been holding two pieces of green copper, it would have become a puddle of blood mud.
Two imperial soldiers are facing each other. Every day, he will urge the magic jar, shoot a ray of dark light, and gently hit the big bell hanging in the stone wall above.
If it hadn't been for the extreme magic jar, if it hadn't been for the green copper, even the saint would have become scum. No one can stop Zhong Bo, which is destructive.
The beginningless clock can ring itself, which is beyond imagination, as if someone is urging it, which makes Ye Fan deeply realize its horror. No wonder several imperial soldiers failed in those years.
In the world, perhaps only the swallowing magic jar is the same. After complete integration, no control can also revive and sing, which can fight against the beginningless clock.
"When..."
The bell wave has been ringing for more than two months. The holy shell that Ye Fan entered has had cracks one after another, and he was still affected.
However, his harvest in the past two months is also huge. The bells are roaring, the magic jars are shaking, and the Taoist lines are crissscrossed everywhere.
He sat in the swallowing can, holding two pieces of old copper while protecting his body while silently understanding and practicing. These two months are more than 20 years!
At this moment, he realized how difficult it is for the three immortals to be beheaded, not to mention that two months is worth 20 years, or even two hundred years.
Xian Sanzhan Dao, what on earth is he going to cut off?
Ye Fan was stuck here. He was almost confused. He found that there were too many fetters, and his whole body should be cut off!
Since ancient times, I don't know how many amazing people have been stopped at this level. Ancient books record that in ancient times, there were several anti-sky wizards who shocked the ancient and modern future, all fell at this level, otherwise there might be a few more emperors.
Moreover, there is a legend that some people in the human emperor are almost defeated in the hurdle of Xian San, which can be imagined how difficult it is.
It is impossible for Tang to break through, but the more powerful people may encounter greater resistance, and the so-called talent may become a gap on the road ahead.
Listening to the beginningless bell, watching the shaking of the swallowing magic jar, Ye Fan quietly realized that he did not move. Even if there were some more cracks on his body, he was fearless.
In the heart of the holy shell's eyebrows, a golden god sits cross-side, which is himself, holding the tripod together, listening to the rhythm of the bell wave and the magic jar, and constantly understanding his own way.
The three immortals have to fight for a lifetime, but they are not rewarded for diligence. It is difficult to have a result. Since ancient times, no one can do it overnight. No one has ever been able to pass the test smoothly, and so has the ancient emperor. He wants to beheaded the way with his life.
For more than two months, listening to the Taoist sound, the golden villain in the Holy Shell Sendai became more and more brilliant, holding the tripod into one, blooming nine immortal rings.
He stepped up to the ninth small step of the second floor of Sendai. Yes, if it hadn't been for the confrontation between two imperial soldiers, if it hadn't been in the flesh shell of a saint, he would have survived the disaster.
I believe that once he returns to the body and the body is consistent with the yuan god, he will immediately cross the disaster and become the strongest person on the second floor.
As for Xian San... It was too difficult. He couldn't take this step. Finally, he sighed.
"when"
The last bell rang, Zishan slowly returned to Qingning, and Zhong Bo disappeared on this day.
After three months, Ye Fan finally persisted. The yuan god in Sendai became more and more brilliant, much stronger, and lived like an immortal god.
As powerful as the body shell of an ancient saint, hiding in the polar emperor's soldiers, there were also dense cracks, but after all, it was not destroyed and preserved, but the King of Medicine was almost exhausted.
Ye Fan did not regard this experience as an ordeal, but realized it with his heart. In the face of the roar of the beginningless bell wave and the swallowing magic jar in the past three months, it will also make him suffer for the rest of his life.
At this time, the whole world has been suppressed. No one is not afraid. The ancient races no longer dare to act rashly, and they are all afraid.
In the past three months, I don't know how many monks have knelt down to Zishan, almost a pilgrimage, kowtowing step by step.
And the ancient Wanzu were as cold as cicadas, hiding in the nest, and did not dare to go out even a step.
The beginningless bell rang for three months in a row, the world was subdued, and all sentient beings were trembling, but they did not know that a bigger storm was coming.
"It's far from enough. I only hear Zhong Bo and don't show the imperial skill. How can I be convinced?" Ye Fan said to himself, and then sent a voice to the swallowing magic jar and said, "Master, it's time for you and me to take death to a while."