She originally thought that Ah Li belonged to Brother Huo.
But just now, even though Ah Li was ruthless, she did not approach the center of the battlefield. She just followed her instructions and stayed close to her to protect her.
Who would have thought that Ah Li had the same idea as her, and they regarded each other as Brother Huo's people.
in this way……
Lu Yun's Changjie trembled, casting a shadow on her pretty face.
She thought she was not the only one coming to see the show.
With Ah Li's skills, she shouldn't be nameless, but no matter how she thought about it, Ah Li did not exist in her memory.
Outstanding talent but withering away early?
Seeing Ah Li's free and easy look, Lu Yun denied this speculation.
The other party concealed her true identity.
And when she got closer to him, maybe she was really just looking for a cover, just as she thought.
Lu Yun, who wanted to understand, laughed and shook his head.
Ahead, after the deal was concluded, Weng Zi was still being choked, Weng Tiangang's throat was rolling, and he led people towards the inner courtyard of the Weng family.
After walking through alleys, we finally came to the ancestral hall of the Weng family.
The door opened, and the smell of incense hit my face.
There are many spiritual places inside, and eternal incense is burning, and the white smoke curls up, which is very pungent.
In front of everyone, Weng Tiangang broke off a spiritual tablet, opened the mechanism, and revealed a secret compartment. The secret compartment was not big, and inside was a clock the size of a watermelon.
Compared with the name of Qianqiu, the body of this Qianqiu clock is a bit too petite.
Lu Yun looked carefully and saw a small gap underneath the Qianqiu Bell.
The simple color and mysterious runes flowed on the Qianqiu Bell, and a prehistoric aura spread out. The pressure from ancient times made many people bow their heads.
Brother Huo was very excited.
He strode forward, took the Qianqiu Bell from Weng Tiangang's hand, and then took out another thing, which was the copper bell that he used to break the barrier at the gate of Wujian Town.
Looking at it this way, the two things are made of the same material.
This copper bell is the missing part of the Qianqiu Bell, so the barrier of the Qianqiu Bell can be opened.
Brother Huo brought the copper bell close to the Qianqiu Bell. The palm-sized copper bell began to vibrate, peeling off layer after layer of shell, and finally only a small fragment remained.
The pieces fit perfectly into the notch on the Qianqiu clock.
When the two became one, everyone heard the sound of the bell ringing from the soul.
Boom, boom, boom!
The sound was brutal and explosive, resounding through my mind and impossible to stop.
Some people covered their ears and tried to block the sound, but it was in vain.
Blood was flowing down the ear holes, and some people were kneeling on the ground, hunched over, trying to reduce the pain.
Lu Yun also felt uncomfortable.
She frowned and used all her spiritual power to protect her ears.
As the bell rang, she could feel the spiritual power in her body operating uncontrollably.
From slow to fast, the change is just a blink of an eye.
The riot of spiritual power pulled her whole body, her breathing became heavier, her face turned red, and her body became stiff and unable to move.
She knew this feeling.
Her body, guided by the sound of the bell, was on the verge of self-destruction.
"Huo Hai, what are you doing?"
Someone roared with difficulty.
Everyone knew that the strange thing was caused by the Qianqiu Bell. Now that the bell was in Huo Hai's hands, everyone hoped that he would stop ringing the bell quickly.
"It's not me, I, I don't know why this is happening?"
With the treasure in hand, Huo Hai felt a sense of confusion on his face, which was the fear of facing the unknown.
He is not controlling the Qianqiu Bell.
He himself was affected by the sound of the bell.
Boom!
Boom!
He could hear his heartbeat rapidly synchronizing with the sound of the bell, and the fierce sound made him think that his heart would explode at any time.
"Stop, stop!"
Brother Huo shouted, cold sweat flowing on his cheeks.
But no matter what he did, he couldn't stop the accident from happening.
"It's you!"
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Weng Tiangang with stern and resentful eyes.
The clock is in his hand, but the owner is someone else.
Because of Huo Hai's words, many people looked at Weng Tiangang.
The people present were suppressed by the sound of the bell, but Weng Tiangang stood there, feeling relaxed.
Weng Tiangang smiled after hearing Huo Hai's imminent death words.
He took a step forward and picked up the Qianqiu Bell.
The heavy ringing of the bell was like nothing in his ears.
As his fingers brushed the surface of the clock, Weng Tiangang's eyes showed obsession and cruelty.
"Of course it's me. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"I have been looking for the missing piece of the Qianqiu Bell for a long, long time, until you delivered it to my door."
Weng Tiangang's smile was sinister and evil, like a mask, hypocritical and ugly.
I don't care.
He held Qianqiu Zhong as if he were treating it like a treasure, and his voice was intimate and gentle.
"After you obtained a fragment of the Qianqiu Bell, you established the Long Live Pavilion."
"Long live Qianqiu, haha, you people in Long Live Pavilion are really ambitious."
Weng Tiangang disdains such ambitious people.
Especially seeing so many people present unable to move under the sound of Qianqiu Zhong, the expression on his face became more and more arrogant and strange.
"If we don't complete the Qianqiu Bell, how can we open the Nanshan Tomb?"
"I should thank you for sending this fragment to me. To express my gratitude, I will let you become the blood food of Qianqiu Zhong's awakening."
Under the light words, people blew themselves up one after another.
Balls of blood mist floated on the ground, and the spiritual storm generated by the self-destruction was controlled by it in the inner space of Qianqiu Bell, like cotton balls compressed together, with occasional sharp edges emerging.
Weng Tiangang threw the Qianqiu Bell into the air, and the watermelon-sized bell began to rotate at high speed. In the blink of an eye, it was big enough to cover everyone.
The Qianqiu Zhong's body surface is filled with ancient patterns, and those mysterious runes are easy to get addicted to at a glance.
On the periphery, Lu Yun was half-kneeling on the ground like the people around him, lowering his head to hide the deep thoughts in his eyes.
She had never heard of Qianqiu Bell, but she remembered Nanshan Tomb.
In ancient times, there was a Taoist named Nanshan. In that era when immortals emerged in large numbers, Nanshan Taoists were all extremely talented and beautiful people.
After he was born, all the proud men of various sects were crushed by him.
Taoist Nanshan, who could have stood at the pinnacle of power and honor, had little entanglement with those sects. He walked in the world of cultivation like a lone ranger.
What he wanted was simple, that is, eternal life, and for this purpose he traveled almost thousands of miles across the world of cultivation.
That was an era, and it was not difficult to ascend. With the qualifications of Nanshan Taoist, it would be a matter of time.
This is also true. It took him decades to complete a path that ordinary people may not complete in hundreds of years.
But just before the other party was about to transcend the tribulation and ascend, he passed away.
The huge spiritual power in the body shattered the surrounding buildings and caused them to collapse, eventually forming a tomb-like appearance.
The world calls it Nanshan Tomb.
May I live long in Nanshan and live forever, this is the sentence engraved on the tomb of Nanshan.
No one still knows why Taoist Nanshan died at that time. He stopped one step away from immortality.
It turns out that the Qianqiu Bell belongs to this Taoist from Nanshan.
