The moment he stepped onto the bronze bell, An Qisheng felt an extremely strong pressure, like an invisible wall of air.
But he restrained his energy, and with one step, he slammed into it with pure physical strength.
Then, he pinched his fingers and smashed it against the bronze bell!
Buzz~
The substantial bell waves spread out like ripples, and the air moved like paper in the strong wind.
The mighty air flow emptied and broke through the waves in an instant, accompanied by the low and melodious sound of bells roaring in all directions!
boom!
Like a meteor falling to the ground, the stars are hammers and the earth is a drum!
The sound waves that rang out in an instant made the scalps of thousands of monks in the entire martial arts field explode, and their hearts trembled!
In fact, his body was trembling wildly as if there was an electric current, and his bones and internal organs were all numb.
What's more, under the sound of the bell, his legs became weak and he fell to his knees.
The bell wave echoes across the sky and can be heard for hundreds of miles.
For a time, all the monks in Huangjue Temple were alarmed.
Someone rang the Huangjue Bell? !
Outside Huangjue Temple, a Confucian scholar in green shirt looked up and saw layers of air waves intertwining and overlapping in the air, like a mushroom cloud suddenly exploding.
The roaring air blew away the clouds hundreds of feet in the sky.
The Hanjiao, which was hovering in the sky, trembled and almost fell down. Then it rose up in shock and fled away.
"Is this someone ringing the Huangjue Bell?"
Outside Huangjue Temple, the Confucian scholar in blue shirt heard this sound, his eyes flashed with ripples:
"Could it be that the old monk left seclusion?"
"Sir, could it be that the old monk Yixiu left seclusion..."
Listening to the thunderous oscillations of the bell waves and the majestic air waves that were like huge empty waves, the faces of the people behind the blue-shirted Confucian scholar became a little solemn.
They have the largest intelligence system in their hands, and they naturally know very well about a behemoth like Huangjue Temple that is like a country within a country.
How could they not know about this Huangjue Bell, which is the most amazing creation in the martial arts world?
Similarly, they know that there are only two or three people in Huangjue Temple who can ring the bell now, but those two or three people are not at Huangjue Temple at this moment.
At this time, the old monk is the only one in Huangjue Temple who can ring the bell?
The Confucian scholar in blue shirt calmed down and walked towards Huangjue Temple:
"Yes or no, you can tell at a glance!"
Sanyin, Sankong and other great monks from Huangjue Temple were also shocked.
Sankong's old face was filled with a hint of strong surprise.
He had seen his senior ring this bell, but even that senior could never do it so easily.
Wow~
An Qisheng's clothes rustled in the explosion of airflow like a stormy sea.
The violent sound waves clashed violently with the Gang Qi all over his body, so that the white Qi around him suddenly disappeared, and groups of bubbles exploded, making a sound like the roar of tigers and dragons.
An Qisheng's eyes suddenly brightened.
He exerted all his strength, shattering the invisible aura and striking the bronze bell.
While the bell was vibrating, an indescribable huge force also spread from his palm to every detail of his body.
In just an instant, his full pores opened up, and all his muscles, bones, and even organs and internal organs began to tremble and tremble overload under the pressure of this infinite force!
The impurities, which were not much in the first place, immediately turned into smoke and were expelled!
The internal force stirring in the blood is boiling, and the integration with the blood is getting deeper and deeper. Behind it is the rapid rotation of the true energy in the Qi veins, which has an almost purifying effect!
It’s like cutting off the hair and washing the marrow!
My spirit was shaken!
An Qisheng remained motionless and struck down again with his bouncing palm:
"two!"
boom!
The copper bell weighing tens of millions of kilograms was shaken every time it was struck!
The bells ring again, and the waves rise again!
"ah!"
The distance was too close. Even though the monks were already prepared, they were still shaken and turned upside down, their eyes turned black and their minds were buzzing.
Sound waves are enough to kill people.
If it weren't for the fact that everyone present has been practicing martial arts for many years and has strong physiques.
Just this one moment, I don’t know how many people will have their eardrums broken, or even die on the spot!
"It's so easy."
There was a huge wave in Fu Xin's heart.
He was not surprised that An Qisheng rang the bell, but this gesture was too relaxed.
The Huangjue Bell is not just a bell, it is also a magical weapon. When ringing the bell, one has to face a terrifying counter-shock force that can kill the Qi Pulse on the spot.
Ring once, ring twice without even taking a breath?
This old Taoist priest's physique is so strong?
"This bell is really a treasure for practicing horizontal training!"
After tapping here, An Qi's hair grew and flew, and his whole body vibrated with an extremely strange rhythm.
Muscles, bones, skin, flesh, organs, blood, true qi, internal strength, qi and spirit, there is actually a tendency to fuse under the vibration of the bell wave!
As soon as his mind moved, An Qisheng's distracting thoughts disappeared.
On the bright mirror hanging high in my heart, countless lessons learned about the essence of horizontal martial arts emerged.
Hard Qigong, Thirteen Taibao Hengqiang, Dragon Roaring Golden Bell, Tiger Roaring Iron Cloth Shirt, Anode Golden Body, Dragon Elephant Vajra Body... Xuanxing, Jiufujie, countless horizontal training martial arts he has learned Learning emerged in his mind one after another.
After killing the Red Sun Dharma King and driving away the beast tide for two months, he almost always dreamed of himself, summarizing the secret technique of horizontal training that was entirely his own.
But the progress is not too fast.
He had no predecessors to learn from the complicated secret techniques of horizontal training in the two realms, as well as the complexity of his own Qi and body, so he could only deduce it step by step.
But at this time, under the pressure of the counter-shock force of the bronze bell, every inch of his skin, every inch of his body, and every inch of his Qi were under tremendous pressure from all directions without any blind spots.
And fierce resistance took place.
In this state, the essence of countless horizontally practiced martial arts corresponded to his own physique and Qi veins in response to heavy blows, and countless inspirations arose in his heart!
"Not enough, not enough!"
An Qisheng's eyes were intense, and he even forgot about his bet with Fu Xin and San Kong for a moment.
Immersed in this state, his spine moved like a dragon, and his arms emitting crystal light suddenly dropped down again.
Full power!
boom!
The bronze bell rings three times!
The air waves that have not yet fallen are roaring again, like the roar of a real dragon on the boundless ocean, and the tsunami rises one after another before it subsides!
In an instant, dozens of old evergreen trees around the martial arts arena moved at the wind, and their leaves rustled and fell.
Many monks in the entire martial arts arena could no longer bear it and sat down on the ground one after another, transferring their internal energy to resist the heavy sound waves.
Sankong, Sanyin and other old monks looked at each other.
But he didn't pay attention to it, and instead walked to the nearest place, where Zhong Bo hit him head-on, and he also fell down and sat down.
Fu Xin's heart was shaking, and he also keenly discovered the benefits.
The vibration of this bell can actually cleanse people's body and spirit.
Immediately, he pressed Hui Guo down to the ground with a casual press and let her move the Dragon Elephant Vajra Body to feel the vibration of the bell.
boom!
boom!
boom!
The waves are like the tide, each wave getting higher than the last.
The sound of the bell is so loud and has a masculine energy that shocks people's hearts.
The entire Huangjue Temple seemed to be shaking, the ground seemed to be shaking, and the magnitude of the noise was incredible.
"Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen! The bell has rang seventeen times!"
"Could it be that the founder has left seclusion?"
"Other than the Patriarch, who can ring this bell?"
There are monks coming out of temples everywhere.
Looking at the bell waves rippling layer by layer in the distance, everyone was horrified.
Even though they were miles away, I felt like my heart couldn't bear it, and my eardrums were buzzing.
Huhu~~~
An Qisheng was bathed in the roaring waves of the bell, the mist steaming around his body, and his sweat condensed into mist like burning water vapor.
His mind was empty, falling into a state of confusion that seemed intentional and unintentional.
His body and mind seemed to be separated at this moment. All kinds of essences were flowing in his heart, but his body suddenly raised his waist and threw his arms, shaking the buzzing sound of the Huangjue Bell weighing tens of millions of kilograms!
If anyone could see the subtleties of his body through the heavy sound wave clouds.
You will find out.
His body seemed to be adjusting and functioning spontaneously during these collisions.
Slowly but visible to the naked eye, it is transforming towards a more perfect state!
His muscles, bones, skin, flesh, blood and marrow, as well as his internal energy and energy, all cooperated perfectly to make fine adjustments in this state.
"Exceeded, exceeded eighteen times, exceeded!"
"How many times? How many times has the bell rung?"
"I don't know, I don't know, ah, I can't stand it anymore!"
In the martial arts arena, many monks were blushing, feeling that their internal organs were about to be shattered, and the blood seemed to break through the restraints of the seven orifices.
Immediately, countless monks could no longer bear it.
They all opened their mouths and yelled and retreated into the distance. Under such sound waves, they would be shocked to death if they stayed for a long time!
After a while, the huge martial arts arena was completely empty, with only a group of old monks still staying in place.
But the weaker ones among them were also slightly shaken.
"The bell rings seventy-eight..."
In front of the Huangjue Temple, listening to the sound of the bells ringing louder and louder than the previous one, the calmness on the face of the Confucian scholar in blue could no longer be maintained.
"Mo, is it necessary to break through the barrier between heaven and man, not Pang Wanyang, but Yixiu Lao, Master?"
The subordinates behind him looked solemn and horrified.
After taking a deep look at Huangjue Temple, which was very close at hand, the scholar in blue shirt slowly exhaled a long breath:
"retreat!"
"Could this man's body be made of steel? No, the steel will be shattered by such a shock!"
Looking at the swaying bell tower and the boiling void that seemed to have turned into a sea, many monks were horrified beyond words.
The Huangjue Bell, which weighs tens of millions of kilograms, is shaking and trembling, as if it cannot withstand such a heavy blow!
They couldn't imagine what kind of body could withstand such a powerful counter-shock force!
Yes, at this time, all the monks knew that the Taoist did not use any of his true energy, but was just ringing the Huangjue Bell with his pure physical strength!
boom!
Bang!
Amidst the echoes of the bells, a discordant sound suddenly came out.
In the distance, many monks' eyes widened and their expressions twitched.
I saw that the bell buckle made of cold iron fell off the Huangjue Bell in a heavy blow!
Smashed down towards the ground.
The Huangjue Bell was actually knocked down from the bell platform that had been hanging for two hundred years!
boom!
The ground shook, dust and sand flew everywhere, like a huge dust storm, covering the entire martial arts arena.
call!
Before they could recover from the shock, the monks only heard a sound of exhalation like a tidal wave.
Then the strong wind ruffled the martial arts arena, and the scattered dust was swept up into the sky like an earth dragon.
While hunting in white robes, An Qisheng stood on the bell tower, overlooking a group of old monks who were sweating and their clothes were soaked.
Breathe slowly:
"eighty-one!"
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