The red coat is in the air, and the long sleeves are ringing the bell.
The low and long bells echoed across the mountains, and all visible and invisible living objects between heaven and earth were trembling.
For people, it's like cutting off the hair and washing the marrow; for things, it's like sharpening and beating.
"What a morning bell!"
On the viewing platform, Chu Yunyang was bathed in the purple air, feeling a spontaneous joy in his body and mind.
The Purple Qi of the Great Sun is one of the few spiritual devices in the world that is of great use to monks of any realm.
But there are not many spiritual treasures that can attract the purple energy of the great sun.
In fact, this morning bell can be regarded as something passed down by the headmaster of Wanfa Tower in a sense. Only the headmaster can trigger the morning bell.
When the morning bell rings, the succession ceremony for the new headmaster begins.
"I heard that the founder of Wanfa Tower was lucky enough to see Wanfa Dragon Tower from among the ruins. He used this morning bell to guide Wanfa Dragon Tower. I don't know whether it is true or not."
Zhao Zhen's attention fell on the red dress in front of Wanfa Dragon Tower.
Red clothes rustling, ringing bells in the wind.
If the bell rings for eighty-one years and never stops, then the emperor has truly succeeded to the throne. If the bell stops ringing, all the previous efforts have been wasted.
This is a rule passed down by the ancestors of Wanfa Tower.
Before the morning bell rings for ninety-nine times, any disciple of Wanfa Sect has the opportunity to question, even if he is not an opponent, as long as he can interrupt the continuous ringing of the bell, the ceremony can be ended.
Without the strength and means to subdue a sect, naturally one cannot ascend to the position of leader.
"Whether it is true or not has nothing to do with us. After so many generations of Wanfa Tower, no one has been truly recognized by Wanfa Dragon Tower. Obviously, the spirituality of Wanfa Dragon Tower has not been worn away."
Chu Yunyang naturally has a very high vision and knows a lot of things. He stretched out his waist lazily:
"On the contrary, the sects of the Eastern Continent Holy Land are frightened out of their wits. There are not a few real masters coming from such a thing..."
As he spoke, he casually glanced at the viewing platforms not far away.
For such a big event, people from many large and small sects and even the Holy Land in Dongzhou would naturally come, but none of them caught his eye.
Although there are some elders who have condensed the cave.
But in the true sense of the word, there is no 'prodigy'. A group of resources accumulated over time naturally do not catch his eye.
Except for the 'Zhendong Army' champion Hou Quyun who was also watching him coldly.
This inheritor of the Overlord Fist is among the best in the world in terms of talent, understanding, strength and courage, and is qualified to compete with him.
Zhao Zhen also felt a little pity.
However, since he had just arrived, he didn't know what the current situation was like in Dongzhou.
The intelligence said that the holy places of the sects in Dongzhou were almost closed after the sign of the change. He still didn't believe it, but now he had to believe it.
This monk from Dongzhou is too timid...
When~
The morning bell vibrates, the sound waves are majestic, and the purple air surrounds the mountains, making it magnificent.
In the void outside the Wanfa Tower, Qicang sat cross-legged on the clouds, looking at the purple mountains in the distance, with a faint light glowing in his eyes.
Eight thousand years in the future, Wanfa Pavilion will be at its peak. Miao Meng, the hero of a generation, will dominate the world with his 'Taiyin Wanhuang Fist', and his talent and talent are unparalleled.
But the one who is truly revered by countless people in Wanfa Tower is the one who is not famous now, but will burst out with peerless brilliance in the near future!
The Holy Heart of the Four Tribulations of Ten Thousand Laws, the Great Sun's Fist of Ten Thousand Dragons, the Great Sun's Holy Body, the Divine Body of All Laws...
Countless auras of glory add to his body, ranking among the top ten in the 'Tower of Babel'!
Among the legends, he is the most unparalleled genius who cannot be an enemy.
Yuan Duxiu!
"Is this the morning bell in the sect's legend? Listening to the continuous ringing of the bell, it seems to be the change of headmaster?"
The old man in black robe stood to the side, his eyes twinkling as he listened to the ringing of the bell that was louder than the previous one.
The ancestor of Wanfa Star came from Dongzhou in Huangji Continent. He was a generation of peerless genius in Wanfa Tower. Because he was unwilling to be limited by the world, he escaped into the void in order to seek a breakthrough.
Finally, he sat on the Wanfa Star, leaving behind a legacy above the Wanfa Star.
Naturally, he also knows a lot about Wanfa Tower.
"Yes, it's a change of head coach."
Qi Cang nodded slightly, with a subtle expression.
It is an extremely subtle feeling to see things that you have heard about but never seen before your eyes. It seems that every move you make can change the original history.
Even though there are rumors that the emperors and emperors of the past 30 million years can peek into the past and look into the future, they have never heard of the emperor being able to change the past.
Even the most famous among the human race are the Nine Saint Emperors, the Ten Heavenly Lords, and the Twelve Supreme Beings.
There has never been a similar legend passed down.
What an adventure, what a blessing?
"Young Master came here in a hurry just to compete for the position of headmaster?"
The black-robed old man's eyes lit up. They had the same roots in Wanfa Tower, so they were naturally qualified to compete for the position of leader of Wanfa Tower.
"I cherish the position of headmaster of Wanfa Pavilion, but it is not worth my thirty years of running around and going through so many difficulties and obstacles..."
Qi Cang shook his head slightly.
Although the headmaster of Wanfa Tower is noble and has the qualifications to contact Wanfa Dragon Tower, that is not the reason why he came eagerly.
What he wanted to get here was far more precious than the headmaster of Wanfa Pavilion.
"Master, don't you believe me?"
Qi Cang remained silent, but the old man let out a long sigh: "I promised my life to the Qi family when I was young. Even if I die, I will never do anything that harms the interests of the young master..."
The old man felt sad in his heart.
In thirty years, he saw Qi Cang's great changes, but he also saw that Qi Cang had a huge secret in his heart.
Invisibly severing relationships with other people.
"Just trust me, Mr. Yan. I will tell you the rest when the time is right."
Qi Cang responded solemnly.
There is only one person in the world that he can trust, this old man. But there are some things that cannot be told verbally. If the old man doesn't understand, he naturally understands.
It’s not that I don’t believe it, it’s that I can’t say it out loud.
Even if he had the Divine Soul Secret Treasure to suppress his luck, he would still have to be cautious about the associations in his mind.
"Of course I trust you."
The old man looked soothed.
"Mr. Yan, calm down, the real show is about to begin..."
Qi Cang took a deep breath, suppressing his boiling mood. His double pupils changed and circulated thousands of times, shooting out a thrilling ray of light.
Covering the figures of the two people.
.....
Yin~~~
The dragon's roar from the sky resounds throughout the world!
The sound of the dragon's roar came so quickly and was so thrilling that in an instant, it seemed to suppress the boiling and exciting sound of the morning bell!
In an instant, the earth shook, the wind blew violently, sand and rocks flew, and the grass and trees trembled.
"who?!"
"Who dares to come here to cause trouble?"
"Today is the big day for me, the headmaster of Wanfa Pavilion, to succeed to the throne. Who dares to make a mistake?!"
The mighty dragon's roar flowed down from the nine heavens, like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky. The sound was extremely powerful, and naturally it immediately attracted many experts who were on guard in the Wanfa Tower.
Boom!
At the same time as the angry rebuke resounded, a thrilling long river of blood and energy rose into the sky, kneading the agitation flowing from thousands of miles of clouds to form a big hand covering the sky.
Dispel the dragon's roar that is as real as a substance!
Click~
The void was shaking like rags, and a cloud covered it, and a red-gold divine dragon that was thousands of feet long lay across the sky.
Lowering his eyes, a powerful will burst out from his red-gold eyes:
"I, Ao Wufang, come from Longzhou. I am here to pay homage to the ancestors of my Dragon Clan!"
The roar of the dragon filled with endless majesty resounded.
Purple energy surged in the mountains, and all the birds and beasts trembled under this sudden and huge pressure. The weaker ones seemed to be frozen, unable to move.
"A master of the Dragon Clan?"
In the mountain gate of Wanfa Pavilion, the sound of the morning bell was still ringing, but the expressions of the masters of many sects' holy places on the viewing platform had changed.
In the thirty years since the heaven and earth changed, although experts and forces from various states have come, there are still not many real alien races.
But I didn’t expect that after countless years, a dragon clan would attack Dongzhou again!
boom!
There was a thunderstorm in the sky, and the air waves rolled thousands of miles.
The divine dragon danced wildly in the sky, and the dark clouds above it filled up, the electric snake thundered, and the black color temporarily enveloped the Wanfa Tower mountains for hundreds of thousands of miles.
The invisible and terrifying force of oppression permeated the world, making many disciples of Wanfa Tower feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.
The ancestor of Wanfa Pavilion once had an extremely talented ancestor who slew ten thousand dragons during a dragon clan turmoil and built a king-level spiritual treasure Ten Thousand Dragon Boat.
There is an extremely naked hatred between Wanfa Tower and the Dragon Clan!
"Ao is the surname of the Dragon Clan. According to legend, it comes from the Dragon King who spread the world in ancient times. The aura of this dragon is extremely pure. He is either a throwback to his ancestors or has the direct blood inheritance of the Dragon King..."
On the viewing platform, Chu Yunyang's expression couldn't help but move as he listened to the sound of the dragon bell.
The old dragon king who spread the world at the beginning of the ancient times not only provided the most dragon liver and dragon meat for the current human race, but also left the most powerful group for the dragon race.
Pig dragons, bear dragons, dog dragons, mantis dragons... Among the many weird and weak dragon clans, there are often those who have returned to their ancestors, or are amazingly talented.
Anyone who can strip away the impurities in his bloodline and transform into a dragon has the qualifications to call himself 'Ao'.
"Now, I'm actually having fun..."
At the last word, he looked at the champion Hou Quyun who looked indifferent and had a cold air.
The Zhendong Army adheres to the Overlord's decree and has guarded Dongzhou for countless thousands of years.
Although the ones he resisted were monsters, he showed no mercy to any other alien race. He had fought countless bloody battles with other races over countless thousands of years.
Because of this, in ancient times, the Overlord formed an army with all the essence of the divine dynasty.
Nowadays, talent is extremely withered.
boom!
In the Ten Thousand Methods Tower, an elder rose into the sky with a spiritual treasure, and raised a torrent of blood energy like the sun, bursting out with endless light and heat, filling the heaven and earth in an instant.
The tearing dragon roared and rushed straight towards the dark clouds that covered the sky:
"An evil dragon dares to attack our Dongzhou!"
"One end?"
High in the sky, under the endless dark clouds, the red-gold dragon danced wildly, with a deep mockery and indifference in its cold eyes.
Just lowering his head, the ferocious dragon sucked in endless airflow like a black hole, swallowing all the endless blood energy rising into the sky.
Boom!
The next moment, thousands of dragon chants resounded at the same time, and the rumbling sound shook the sky for thousands of miles, endlessly cold and fierce, extremely eerie:
"Are you taking a look?!"
