Chapter 3990 Three thousand magic sounds, shaking the world!
A magic bell has already sounded.
The four of them were shocked and looked at each other.
Little did they know that ringing the bell could be such a simple thing.
The mother-in-law of the three ethnic groups had a look of astonishment on her old wrinkled cheeks.
The God of War was stunned, and the red-bearded general opened his mouth in shock, and his jaw seemed to fall to the ground.
As for other people, there may be some who have strange thoughts, but most of them are surprised.
There are three famous things in the Demon Abyss. One is the Demon Flower, which is also the flower of the underworld. The other is the Demon King who is famous all over the world. The third is the Demon Bell, which can connect the world and the earth. It has infinite power. The sound of the Demon Bell can control all beasts.
, it is difficult to reach the sky! The Demon Bell is a unique treasure of our clan, and other clans have long coveted it, but for thousands of years, they have only seen the decline of the Demon clan, and have fallen from the Thousand Clan, due to the consumption of the war with the Demon Realm.
Too much vitality has been lost, the God of War has been sealed, and the demonic civilization is three thousand years behind and is not as good as it was in its heyday.
Later on, the Demon Clan's foundation was weak, and its overall clan power was inferior to other clans, so it was eventually squeezed out of the Thousand Clan! Clan other than the Thousand Clan were collectively called the Slave Clan.
In the land of slaves, the war has lasted for tens of thousands of years, and there is no sign of stopping.
But speaking of the four sides of the round platform, Patriarch Bai was so shocked that his spine trembled, and the anger and hatred in his heart had disappeared a little.
As the leader of a clan, he is well-informed and knows that there are many miraculous things in this world. It is not uncommon for one person to massacre an entire clan in three thousand generations, and most of them are seeking revenge.
Patriarch Bai couldn't help but think that the culprit of the massacre in Ghost City was this handsome young man in red.
There was a confident smile on the young man's lips, and an evil look occasionally flashed between his eyebrows.
That cold air rushed straight to the sky.
He...cannot bring disaster to the Liuyun clan.
The calmed down Patriarch Bai was surprisingly calm. When he turned around, he could see Bai Fangfang looking at the young man on the stage.
Bai Fangfang grew up under the guidance of the clan leader. She has never been out of line. She follows secular rules in everything and has never been tempted by any young master from any family.
Patriarch Bai lowered his eyes and already had a calculation in his mind.
Look at the mother-in-law of the three tribes, standing on the round platform with a cane in her hand, her back hunched, wearing an old gray robe, her eyes red, looking at the young man with tears in her eyes.
"How many years have it been..." The mother-in-law of the three clans smiled kindly and kindly: "I never thought that the old woman could still hear the sound of my clan's magic bell. The Moyuan clan will finally rise."
When the bell rings, the demon clan will surely sweep across all directions! The blood that has been silent for many years in the mother-in-law of the three clans finally boils up again, just like when she was young and ambitious.
Tears blurred the vision of the mother-in-law of the three tribes, and the figure of the young man in front of the magic clock became increasingly unreal, as if covered with a thin layer of fog, and only the blurred outline of the figure could be seen.
Qing Ge sensed the mood of the mother-in-law of the three tribes and stopped playing around. She immediately put on a smile and looked at the magic clock seriously.
This is a belief and a responsibility.
The demon clan has been without a master for many years, relying on the support of the mothers-in-law of the three clans.
In the Three Thousand Worlds, the demon clan was humble, and the clansmen were animals that could be contracted by cultivators.
The demons no longer have the high spirits they once had.
But Qingge's feet touched the ground and she flew up. She waved her long arms in mid-air, and her spacious red sleeves opened in a perfect arc.
At that moment, half of the demon clan was hidden in the black smoke, painting a magical picture behind her.
The tip of one of her feet pointed into the void, and the smoke under the sole of her foot dispersed like fire.
The other leg is slightly bent.
The devilish wind filled her sleeves, and Qing Ge opened her hands.
"Crack!"
At the same time, the jade bone fan was opened.
The four characters "dressed beast", with teeth and claws showing, are as ferocious as the ghosts of the underworld.
When she opened her arms, her eyes slightly raised, pure black as ink, staring at the magic clock with a deep and cold look.
Bang! Countless evil dark auras burst out from her body, like a goddess scattering flowers, filling the world with her as the center.
She closed her eyes.
The streaks of dark energy turned into palms the size of teacups.
As she smiled coquettishly, her palms all grew bigger.
Hundreds of palm-shaped palms, like the claws of the devil, surrounded it, shocking countless demons.
Patriarch Bai was even more stunned, with lingering fear in his heart.
Is Mr. Ye an old monster?
Otherwise, how could there be such a terrifying dark aura?
Qingge slowly opened her eyes, looking down at the magic clock with a smile on her brows.
"ring!"
Her thin lips opened slightly, and her voice was clear and clear, but the sound was louder than a Hong bell! The next moment, countless palm shapes suspended in the sky and earth struck the body of the magic clock.
Ding! Ding! Ding! The sound of the magic bell spread throughout the mountains and plains.
Disciples, cultivators, tribesmen, and casual cultivators from all major clans in three thousand generations have all woken up from their sleep.
What sound?
How...so terrible?
It came from the demon clan! Linyuan.
Close your eyes and enjoy the beautiful music of the magic clock. It is like the sound of nature. If it is supplemented by the sound of the piano at night, it will definitely reach a higher level.
The mother-in-law of the three tribes threw away the crutch in her hand in excitement and tried to walk towards Qing Ge, but she fell to the ground.
Qing Ge calmly returned to the ground, closed the fan, and helped the mother-in-law of the three tribes in a very gentlemanly manner.
"Mother-in-law."
Her voice is gentle.
The mother-in-law of the three tribes burst into tears and choked with sobs: "How many...how many bells?"
Qing Ge shook his head, and the Shenwu God of War said excitedly: "Three thousand! Three thousand magic clocks!"
"Quick! Go and check if the Demonic Barrier Tree has been forced back!"
The mother-in-law of the three tribes yelled.
"Yes! I'm going to check it out right now. Redbeard, hurry up and go with me."
The god of war and the red-bearded general both left.
Qingge looked sideways at the magic clock and sighed: "Hey... I accidentally used too much force."
Everyone: "..." Are you using too much force?
Not long after, the two Shenwu came back.
"How about it?"
The mother-in-law of the three tribes asked, her eyes fixed on the God of War.
Shenwu was ecstatic, as if he had lost the stability that a god of war should have: "It's gone... all the magic barrier trees are gone..." "Gone?"
What do you mean it’s gone?”
asked the mother-in-law of the three tribes.
"It's just that all the Demonic Barrier Trees are gone. They're not sleeping, they're not retreating, they're gone! All gone!"
The god of war was very happy.
The mother-in-law of the three tribes was stunned for a long time, then she lowered her head and wiped away her tears, "This demon tree has been a cancer for three thousand generations and a potential disaster for the demon tribe. I didn't expect that it would disappear today.
Three thousand! Three thousand demonic bells!"
While Qingge supported the mother-in-law of the three tribes, she carefully calculated the Yama Qi in her body. At least, it could be stabilized for the time being.
Luck is such a magical thing.
From then on, her good luck had just begun.
After suffering, there will be sweet water.
Liu Yan'er stood beside him holding a knife, wearing a black robe, and he was also a handsome man as handsome as the wind.
She and Qingge looked at each other.
Tsk.
This girl, no matter where she goes, is damn eye-catching.
It makes people jealous.
However, if you can follow such a person, you won't be lonely in life.