The rapid ringing of the bell was clearly coming from the direction of the Soul Resurrection Tower on the back mountain.
Something happened to the Soul Resurrection Tower!
A look of solemnity flashed between Di Qing's brows, and he flew directly to the back mountain with his spiritual sword.
But I saw that the mountain behind was already brightly lit.
Leader He Fengyang is leading three guardians of gold, silver and bronze to guard under the soul-suppressing tower.
Surrounded by rows of Xuanjian Peak disciples, they held high torches and were heavily guarded.
A group of people stood in a circle outside the Soul-Calming Tower. Although they didn't know what was going on, their expressions were extremely serious.
When Di Qingqian arrived, he happened to see several disciples supporting two inner sect elders coming out of the first floor of the Soul Suppression Tower.
The inner sect elder's beard was stained with blood. As soon as he stepped out of the soul-suppressing tower, he trembled all over and fell to the ground.
Several disciples rushed forward to support them, and He Fengyang led others to quickly come forward to greet them.
The two elders fell to the ground as if they were weightless. Their whole bodies twitched for a while, and finally stopped shaking.
Di Qing came forward with the leader and checked their breathing, his expression became more and more serious.
"I'm out of breath." He Fengyang sighed, looked up at the top of the Soul-Calming Tower, and frowned involuntarily.
Unexpectedly, the Soul Calming Tower was restless in the middle of the night.
"What's going on with the Soul-Calling Tower? Things have been going wrong recently."
"The Lord of the Earth Palace has come down."
"It's the Lord of the Earth Palace."
Someone made a sound of surprise when they saw a middle-aged man in white, with a fairy spirit floating down from the tower.
"See you, Lord of the Earth Hall." All the disciples looked respectful and bowed one after another.
Di Yuanshan stood with his hands behind his hands and nodded with a slight smile. He looked at the disciples with very kind eyes.
"Yuanshan." Commander He Fengyang quickly walked up to him, "What's the situation up there?"
"It's very bad." Di Yuanshan frowned slightly and sighed.
"That guy has been having frequent attacks lately, and I'm afraid he's almost reaching his limit."
"In my opinion, we should gather more manpower recently to reinforce the soul-locking formation."
He Fengyang was stunned, "Has it reached that point?"
Reinforcing the Soul Locking Array can certainly better seal off the opponent, but it also consumes everyone's attention.
In the past, the Soul Locking Array was reinforced every three years, but now...it was only reinforced in the first half of the year. If it were to happen again, it would force all the elders in seclusion to come out.
"Master, this matter cannot be taken carelessly." Di Yuanshan said seriously, "In recent days, that guy has been making frequent moves, as if he is about to awaken."
"If that's true, I'm afraid even you and I, the entire Xuanjian Peak combined... wouldn't be able to withstand it."
He Fengyang's heart tightened, and then he nodded quickly, "What Master Di Dian said is absolutely true."
"If that's the case, then fine, I will immediately send someone to ask a few elders to come out of seclusion."
"We will strengthen the soul-locking formation again in seven days."
Di Yuanshan turned over his hands and found three short black nails in his palms.
"Soul-locking nail." Di Qing blurted out, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
"That's right." Di Yuanshan took a deep breath, "This time, I have to resort to the lowest possible means."
"Of course nine of these soul-locking nails are the best, but now there are only three left, so we can only make do with them."
He Fengyang breathed a long sigh of relief, "It's all thanks to Lord Didian."
Di Yuanshan raised his hands to the sky and glanced in the direction of the top of the Soul-Calming Tower, with a cold light passing through his eyes.
Di Qing followed his gaze and looked toward the top of the tower.
A suppressed and painful roar that was neither human nor animal faintly reached his ears.