"Okay, you shouldn't know this, but you're still here. Even if I don't care about you, I still have to give face to the person who brought you here."
"This bell is called the Chaos Bell. It is said that it has the same life span as the heaven and the earth. It can hear all things and distinguish thousands of transformations. It is extraordinary. However, it weighs a million kilograms, so although it is a bell, it is difficult to ring."
“The previous five tones have been mentioned, so let’s talk about the sixth tones.”
"The one who can make the bell ring six times must be the Saint of the Six Saints and the God of the Eight Gods. He is truly a transcendent being."
"In this seventh tone, the one chosen by heaven is the master, an immortal being."
"However, you don't need to think too much, because although there are records of the seven tones, there is no record."
"In other words, since the Chaos Clock existed in the world, no one in the world can ring seven times. Of course, it may be unfair for me to say this, so let's do it. It should be said that it can ring seven times.
In fact, the people of Qisheng are not accessible to us at all."
"Naturally, there will be no record on the Chaos Clock."
"As for the Six Tones, there are some people, but from ancient times to the present, there are only a handful of them."
After hearing this introduction, Han Sanqian understood everything, and it was basically in line with his initial judgment about it. He nodded: "After what you said, Han Sanqian is somewhat looking forward to being able to make a few sounds."
"You?" The old man smiled softly.
The next second, a white phantom slowly appeared on the high platform.
"I never like to hit others, but young man, you really make me want to complain. With your appearance, not to mention ringing the bell, even this hammer, I'm afraid you will also use it
I'm sorry."
"Treading on the Stars"
As soon as he finished speaking, the white shadow raised his hand fiercely, and the huge bell hanging on the pillar flew directly towards Han Sanqian.
Although Han Sanqian's skills have declined, the magnitude of the huge bell hammer was not directed at Han Sanqian. Han Sanqian gave way slightly.
Buzz!
There was a muffled sound, and the huge bell struck hard half a meter in front of Han Sanqian's feet.
There were several huge cracks on the ground that were almost visible to the naked eye. The huge hammer not only smashed out a huge deep hole in the solid stone bricks of the high platform, but also made the entire high platform shake uncontrollably.
At that moment, it felt like a huge stone falling from the sky.
"Try it." The white shadow chuckled softly.
Han Sanqian glanced at him and then at the hammer that hit the ground.
Although, to a certain extent, this clock hammer looks like it is not a light thing, but if you take a closer look, it is not an extremely heavy thing.
At least, judging from its overall mass and size, even if Han Sanqian is solid, it is still only weighing a thousand catties at most.
If you want to estimate it too high, it weighs at most 5,000 kilograms.
Five thousand kilograms, not to mention for a mortal, even for a cultivator, this weight is really not light.
Now Han Sanqian has lost his cultivation. To a certain extent, it is indeed far beyond what he can bear.
Let alone picking it up to ring the bell, just picking it up would probably be extremely difficult.
However, since we have come and climbed so far, there is no reason to give up halfway. Thinking of this, Han Sanqian smiled, and then gently held the handle of the bell hammer, using the opportunity to lift it.
"kindness……"
I just heard a muffled groan, and something extremely embarrassing happened...
I only heard Han Sanqian hum, but there was no movement at all from the bell hammer that fell on the ground.
Even though Han Sanqian was already using too much force at this time, his whole face was red and full of ferociousness.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"This is the person someone brought back, and he still wants to ring the bell. It's really funny."
"The most interesting thing about this man is that he can't even pick up the hammer, but he still dreams of ringing the bell. What's even more outrageous is that he actually has the nerve to ask people what the six or seven ringings of the bell mean. Damn it.
, if I were him, I would just like to burrow my head into the cracks in the ground."
There were voices of ridicule everywhere, and the atmosphere was very awkward.
However, Han Sanqian knew very well that if he wanted to avoid embarrassment, the only option was not to avoid being embarrassed himself, but to shut them up.
Thinking of this, Han Sanqian regained his strength, and then he firmly grasped the handle of the clock hammer and exerted force...
