The eight bells chanted, completely breaking the peace in the Qingcang world.
The disappearance of the original world leader has made many ancient clan forces ready to take action.
But now, this ancient bell of immortals and demons is vibrating for no reason, and it is regarded as a warning of the coming troubled times.
For a time, war broke out in hundreds of millions of realms, demons were rampant, and there was a strong tendency to return to the chaotic wars of the past.
In the center of the Blue Cang Realm, a temple among the clouds stands in the blue dome, with forests of immortal trees and mist rising above it.
There are colorful rays of light rising up and down in the sky, reflecting the sky, making it gorgeous and magical.
At this time, in front of the temple, a figure in white stood with hands behind his hands, looking at the setting sun in the distance.
From here, you can see thousands of stars in the blue sky and overlook the life path of all living beings in the world.
Behind him, an old man in white stood quietly, looking lonely.
"Young Master, the Immortal Demon Ancient Bell warns us that there will be a catastrophe in the Qingcang Realm."
The old man's voice was hoarse and old, faintly revealing a hint of fatigue.
Hearing this, the figure in white turned around slowly, revealing a stunning and handsome jade-like face.
He has a pointed eyebrow and a straight nose. If his hair were not tied up, no one would believe him if he said he was a woman.
“Mr.
The corners of the young man's mouth curled up, and his pair of bright eyes shone like big stars, revealing endless fairy thoughts.
"I wonder which clan's war chess has been blown by the wind this time?"
"Hey, the Realm Master has been missing for more than two hundred years. Young Master... you are the only one who can control the Immortal Demon Ancient Bell. Is it possible that he really didn't leave you any news?"
Xing Lao frowned and looked at the young man in front of him with complex eyes.
"No! But... Mr. Xing, do you have any clues about what I asked you to check?"
The young man shook his head slightly. He was dressed in white and spotless. He really felt like he was out of this world.
"Not yet, Young Master, since the establishment of our Realm Lord Palace, no one has ever betrayed me. Are you..."
"It is absolutely impossible for the master to disappear for no reason. Since he did this, he must have a purpose. Looking at the world of Qingcang, who else can hurt the master except that clan? However, the ancestor of that clan has something to do with the master.
The agreement will never be broken easily, so I guess it must be someone trusted by Master."
The young man's eyes were clear and clear, and although he was not very old, he had a certain scorn for the general situation.
"But... those who can hurt the Realm Lord must be the top of the mortal world. The strong men in our palace are all people who have accompanied the Realm Lord throughout the world for endless years. Why would they betray him now?"
"People's hearts will change. Now that the troubled times are here, Mr. Xing, I will guard this world master's palace for my master. I believe that with his strength, there is no way he will fall. Let's wait for now."
The young man sighed, his beautiful face was sad, but he also had a bit of perseverance.
In fact, he already had many speculations in his mind, but now that he was alone and helpless, there was no way to confirm them.
The increasing chaos in the Qing Cang Realm may not be a good thing for him.
At the very least, he could justifiably send out many strong men to suppress the demons in order to give him enough time to refine the ancient clock of immortals and demons.
As long as he can truly control the power of this bell, he will have the power to destroy the entire realm.
When the time comes, both the rebellious people in the palace and the ancient tribes of Wanyu will definitely take action against him and dare not touch him easily.
But, why did Master disappear quietly?
He didn't believe that there was someone in Qingcang Realm who could wipe out the Master without making a sound, so... the Master must not be dead!
"Yes! Young Master!"
Xing Lao sighed and finally said no more.
…
In the realm, Ling Xiao's figure descended from the sky and landed on the bank of Daze.
At this moment, in front of the ancient forest beside the lake, a graceful figure sat cross-legged on the spot, with water mist filling the whole body and a flowing Taoist rhyme. It was Xi'er.
Ling Xiao has already made speculations about her life experience.
Taixu Zhoulong is one of the ten ancestral dragon bloodlines. It controls the way of time and eternity and has supreme cultivation.
No matter whose hand it died in the first place, I'm afraid Ling Xiao can't compete with it now.
And one can imagine the power contained in the soul of an ancestral dragon.
With Xi'er's current strength, it would be difficult and dangerous to fuse the dragon soul.
But this was only feasible if she first fused the dragon bone and relied on its immortal power.
"Master?"
And as if she felt Ling Xiao's aura, Xi'er's beautiful eyes opened, and a gleam of brilliance suddenly bloomed on her face.
"Are you still used to it here?"
Ling Xiao smiled gently, his black clothes flowing.
Xi'er's pretty face suddenly turned red and she nodded gently, "The spiritual energy here is like the sea, it is really a holy land for spiritual practice! It's just...just...I haven't seen the young master for a few days, and I miss him from the bottom of my heart..."
Xi'er almost hummed the last sentence.
"I have something for you."
Ling Xiao waved his hand and took out the Zhoulong true bone.
Suddenly, the roar of a dragon spread across the sky and the earth, and endless divine light rose into the sky, transforming into a dragon shadow that stretched for thousands of miles.
Xi'er's pretty face condensed, and she instinctively felt a sense of affinity coming from her bloodline.
"This is…"
"These should be the bones of your ancestors. I got them accidentally. You can fuse them. It may be helpful to your cultivation."
According to Ling Xiao's guess, this Xi'er is probably the descendant of Taixu Zhoulong.
It's just that if I tell her this now, nothing will happen.
Ling Xiao is bound to win that dragon soul and will never allow any mistakes.
"The skeletons of our ancestors?"
Xi'er's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she stretched out her hand to touch the dragon bone.
The next moment, the golden light in the bone suddenly became strong, manifesting endless visions.
There are patterns that stretch across thousands of miles and form a shadow, revealing an ancient and powerful aura.
Before Xi'er could react, the dragon bone turned into a stream of light out of thin air and poured into Xi'er's body.
"Sure enough, they are of the same blood."
Seeing this scene, the smile on Ling Xiao's face became gentler.
"Son...I'm so hot..."
Xi'er's face turned red, her aura rising steadily, and she soon reached the level of the God King.
And her luck increased to six thousand the moment the dragon bone entered her body.
"You can refine this bone with peace of mind, no one will disturb you here."
Ling Xiao raised his head, glanced at the thunderclouds gathering above his head, and suddenly stretched out his palm, directly dispelling the thunderous thunder into nothingness.
"Thank you, sir."
Xi'er bit her red lips with silver teeth, her pretty face was charming and somewhat seductive.
But Ling Xiao just nodded, summoned the secret guards to station here, and told no one to disturb Xi'er's practice.
Then, his figure suddenly disappeared and appeared above the Heavenly Palace.
Just when he devoured the flesh and blood of the Azure Dragon Emperor, the Demonic Blade of Samsara was already on the verge of being unsealed.
Now that the situation in Northern Xinjiang has been decided, there is no need for him to worry anymore.
"Buzz."
As soon as the demon blade was in hand, Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly glowed with infinite demonic brilliance.
In the sea of his soul, there is a demonic shadow stepping from the sky, forming a universe of its own. With a wave of his hand, it is the beginning of the three thousand Taoist intentions and the grand mist.
And Ling Xiao's consciousness fell into a deep sleep directly among the thousands of demonic thoughts.
"Buzz."
Suddenly, at the end of the darkness, there seemed to be light shining down.
Then, that familiar shadow appeared at the end of Ling Xiao's sight again.
The place beneath him was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Farther away in the void, there are thousands of golden armors shining with fairy light.
only!!
What surprised Ling Xiao was that he saw a familiar figure in the mountain of corpses!