Chapter 67 Lord of the Chaos Bell

"When the demon emperor disappeared, the demon lord repeatedly stressed that the position of the demon emperor was the demon emperor, and no one could replace him, not even him. So when he ascended the throne of the demon emperor, he repeatedly asked us to call him the demon lord. He is just temporarily managing the demon clan in place of the demon emperor. As if he knew the doubts of Xuanming and others, he slowly said it.

"For 100,000 years, the demon lord has been sending people everywhere to look for the demon emperor. I often look for it in person. Mingqi paused and said, "It's not that we haven't persuaded him to give up. After all, it has been 100,000 years, and the demon emperor is afraid it has been long ago... However, when this topic is mentioned, the demon lord becomes extremely angry.

"The demon lord often says that people can't forget their originals. His life was given by the demon emperor. His cultivation and his status today are all given by the demon emperor. If there is no demon emperor, his red lotus is just a red lotus in the stinky pool..." Mingqi sighed.

"He is the most loyal person I have ever met." Listening to Mingqi's words, Xuanming couldn't help sighing.

"Yes." Mingqi sighed and said, "People who are not used to his tossing like this have long gone. There are only a few of us left..."

"Well, I didn't expect that his weak appearance was really a man!" Hongxiu, who was confused, lapped his little hand and sighed.

"Oh!" Mingqi couldn't help smiling and said to Hongxiu, "Little girl, you haven't seen him do it, otherwise you dare not use the word weakness on him."

Although I have seen Tongtian's evil appearance and knew that Honglian's appearance is just the second Tongtian, Xuanming still couldn't help frowning, saying that it was a little difficult to believe what kind of person that person would be when he became fierce.

But how can you be a simple person who can sit in the position of the demon emperor and find a person who has been looking for a person who can still sit firmly in the demon emperor for 100,000 years?

"Well, I've been out for a long time. Three, take your time. Good bye!" Mingqi arched his hand to Xuan Ming and turned back.

"This is also a strong man." Xiao Xiang looked at Mingqi and couldn't help sighing.

How many times have you seen Xuanming since tomorrow? But Xuan Ming could see clearly for a moment. Knowing Xuanming's justice and knowing that Xuanming can't see other people's suffering, he deliberately said that and made Xuanming make up his mind to help the red lotus, right? Looking at Xuan Ming's thoughtful appearance, Xiao Xiang knew that he was moved.

It's just that what on earth does the red lotus want Xuanming to do?

Although she was puzzled, she didn't ask. She just squeezed her lips and smiled, with a faint fragrance like a pear blossom. She asked, "Where are we going next?"

"Xishan." Looking at Xiao Xiang's elegant smile, Xuan Ming's heavy mood seemed to have become better. He said warmly and indifferently.

Speaking of Xishan, Xuanming thought of a monkey, a monkey that was very similar to him. I haven't been to Xishan for a while. Standing on the top of the West Mountain, Xuanming felt a little depressed. Although he knows that the chaotic clock is not a monkey's thing, at least he is guarding it. If he takes away the clock, is this a betrayal?

Although he is the owner of this clock.

But soon, he was relieved. Because he knows that with Wukong's personality, if he knows that he is the owner of the chaotic clock, even if he doesn't want this clock, any monkey will force him to take it away.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help smiling and shouted at Xishan: "Wukong, why don't you come out to welcome guests?"

"Xuan Ming?" In Xishan Lingguang Temple, Wukong, who was mediting, suddenly opened his eyes, and several people had left the Zen room far away and came to the top of Xishan Mountain.

There, Xuanming and the three of them are standing calmly, waiting for the host to welcome them.

"Good boy, didn't you help your master find Lingbao? Is it finished so soon?" Seeing Xuanming, Wukong couldn't help but be happy.

"It's over!" Xuanming couldn't help laughing. Follow Wukong to Lingguang Temple.

"Yes, I heard that you killed the blue snake alone! He also defeated Ruan Xitong several times. But it's out of the limelight!" Wukong patted Xuanming on the shoulder vigorously and laughed.

"Well, how do you know..." Xuan Ming was stunned. How can he know these people who never go to Xishan? Has this really happened to everyone?

"Hey, go to heaven and ask, who else in heaven doesn't know you, Xuanming!" Wukong turned his head and looked at Xuanming with contempt: "You boy, you don't know that you are famous. It's really not as good as my grandson!"

"Uh." Xuan Ming was speechless. Why did he get famous? Trouble!

It was night. In Lingguang Temple, Wukong looked at Xuanming quietly and asked for a long time, "Do you believe it?"

After a long silence, Xuan Ming also nodded and said, "I believe it."

"That's good!" Wukong patted the small table next to him, and then said, "But with a clock, it's equivalent to bringing trouble..."

"I know." Xuan Ming smiled bitterly.

But if he wants to let go and not help him, his conscience is uneasy! I have to say that the last story of Mingqi was very successful. Now if you want him to ignore Honglian's affairs, he can't do it.

What's more, he is curious about what's going on with this Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

Although he is very rational, when his reason meets that curiosity, he always collapses.

"At that time, Buddha just asked me to come here to take care of this chaotic clock and wait for the predestined person. If what the demon lord said is true, then this so-called predestined person is you. After a pause, he smiled and said, "If it's really you, the strange phenomenon of the chaotic clock that day will be solved."

"That's true." Xuanming nodded and smiled, and then got up and said, "Whether it is or not, we'd better try it."

"It's okay." In fact, Wukong stretched out and smiled, "I'm very curious about how big the clock will be if it is awakened."

Xuan Ming shook his head speechlessly and then smiled: "I also want to know this."

The top of Lingguang Tower. Xuanming sat cross-legged in front of the clock. According to the method taught by Honglian that day, golden fingerprints flashed out one after another with Xuanming's flipped palms, and disappeared into the clock one by one.

The clock does not move, as quiet as usual. This is also in line with the common sense that this chaotic clock is a dead thing. However, in Wukong Xuanming's eyes, this has become a big abnormal thing.

According to Honglian, if this fingerprint goes down, the chaotic clock will be awakened.

However, the chaotic clock did not wake up. Not only did he not wake up, but he became more lonely. Even the faint breath that was still there disappeared.

If you close your eyes at this moment, you can't feel anything there.

If it hadn't been for the real clear knowledge of where a chaotic bell is, Xuanming, who closed his eyes and hit the handprint, would have really thought that the chaotic bell had disappeared in this world.

What the hell is going on?

It is reasonable that Honglian can't be wrong. His sad look also clearly told Xuan Ming how much he wanted to wake up the chaotic clock, so what was going on?

Xuanming couldn't help holding his chin and looking at the chaotic clock in front of him, puzzled.

"Take a break, maybe not so soon." Wukong looked at the sweat on Xuanming's forehead and couldn't help frowning.

All day, Xuanming kept making a fingerprint in front of the chaotic clock from morning to night, and then sent it into the chaotic clock. There is an injury, how can you not be tired now?

Outside the door, a blue shadow flashed, without a trace of dust and a trace of fluctuation.

In the guest room behind the temple, Xiao Xiang looked at the paper in front of him and frowned deeply. On the paper, there is a simple line of words, less than 20 words, the handwriting is moist, and it is obvious that it has just been written.

Xiao Xiang's face was pale and a little entangled.

After a long time, she sighed, stretched out her slender fingers and gently touched the paper on the table. A spiritual force flashed in an instant and was injected into the paper.

The paper is windless and floats gently. As if manipulated, it folded automatically in the air. In the blink of an eye, a piece of tissue paper and a small paper crane were missing in the air.

The paper crane flapped its small wings and squealed. It turned into a white crane and came out of the open window. It disappeared in front of Xiao Xiang in an instant.

Xiao Xiang looked at the paper crane flying towards the south, and her eyebrows twisted deeper.

The paper says: "Xuan Ming wants to wake up the chaotic bell. He is the lord of the chaotic bell."