Chapter seven hundred and ninety-eight of the beginningless bell continuously ringing in March
The Northern Territory was peaceful, and all the ancient tribes were afraid, unable to hide, and did not dare to make any move.
However, the world is already boiling, and the bell of Wushi is ringing, like the first ray of divine light from the beginning of time, cutting through the darkness and illuminating the way forward for mankind.
The Emperor Wushi was resurrected and would suppress all races. This was something everyone was passing on from generation to generation. There were discussions everywhere, breaking the tranquility for many days.
Perhaps because they have been suppressed for too long, many people have wishful thinking that the ancient emperor is really going to appear and will break all existing patterns.
However, the bells did not last long and stopped suddenly. Many people were waiting nervously, and many people were even a little scared, fearing that there would be eternal silence again.
"Why is this happening?"
"Is Wu Shi really still alive?"
The human race is worried, but all the ancient races are indifferent. Everyone is paying attention and waiting silently.
At this moment, the people in the Valley of the Spirits let out a sigh of relief, their tense nerves relaxed a little, and a cold murderous intent appeared on their faces.
Two days have passed, but there is no movement in Zishan. Zhong Bo seems to have never appeared.
The indifferent smiles on the faces of some ancient powerful men became stronger. The tense heartstrings in the Valley of the Spirits relaxed, and warships gathered in clouds. Although they did not take action, they were ready at any time.
In the Purple Mountain, Ye Fan and Zhang Lin were sitting together, with the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar hanging above, rising and falling, and thousands of wisps of black light falling down, covering them.
Ye Fan was suppressing it with the weapons of the ancient emperor, and wanted to help the fifth generation Yuan Tianshi shed all his red hair and get rid of the evil spirit in his body.
However, two days passed but could not change Zhang Lin's fate. The red corpse hair decreased, but his body smelled of decay.
"Don't waste your efforts. When I return to normal, it will be the end of my life." Master Yuan Tian sighed.
Who in the world can survive? A single sentence has stumped so many talented people. Even the ancient emperors collapsed in the years and returned to dust.
Master Yuan Tian, who walks proudly in nature, digs out underground secrets, and obtains world-shattering treasures. He can prolong his life, but he cannot become immortal.
Ten thousand years have passed since Zhang Lin disappeared in his later years. No ordinary person could live for such a long time. He was not a great saint, let alone a human emperor. If he had not become a demon, he would have perished long ago.
Now, Ye Fan wants to forcefully drive out all the mysteries in his body, but in the end he can only let him rot and become a dead corpse.
Zhang Lin was not disappointed. After living for so long, he had already exhausted his longevity and had no love for immortality.
"The weapons of the ancient emperor are really overbearing and can suppress the mysteries in my body. Now I can finally stay awake for a while."
"Sir, why did you snatch the medicine king from me not long ago? Do you need it?" Ye Fan asked.
"Yes, why would I do this? Why do I have such an instinct?" Zhang Lin said to himself, and then he grabbed his waist-length bloody hair.
He showed a look of pain, then murmured, pulled off bunches of horrible red hair, and walked around, finally showing a terrifying look in his eyes.
"Ouch...,
Finally, Zhang Lin roared like a wild beast, his eyes turned red, and he ran away like the wind.
He passed through ancient caves one after another and disappeared at the end of the path, like a wounded beast howling leaves.
After a long time, he appeared, holding a huge source in his arms. There was a beautiful woman in it, like a lotus flower emerging from the water, flawless, pure and beautiful.
"It's her!" Ye Fan was surprised. When he entered Zishan in the past, in addition to meeting the God King Jiang Taixu, he also met a woman sealed in Yuanzhong, who was this person.
"Save her!" Zhang Lin's voice was hoarse.
Ye Fan suddenly understood that this was the Yaochi Saint Yang Yi ten thousand years ago. He had heard Zhang Wuye talk about it.
Yang Yi was Zhang Lin's confidante. After learning that something bad had happened to him in his later years, she was heartbroken. Regardless of her own life or death, she resolutely entered Zishan and never appeared in the world again.
"I owed her too much back then, and even after my death I brought her into despair." Zhang Lin's voice was trembling, and his hands covered with red hair were trembling.
This piece of source was filled with sacred aura, and its brilliance was restrained. Ye Fan was stunned, and he really lost his sight back then. This was clearly a special piece of divine source.
The usual color of the divine source is golden. At that time, there was no Xueyuan Book of Heaven, so I knew that there were divine sources of other colors, but I didn’t know about it.
However, this was not made of Divine Source Liquid. Zhang Lin sealed Yang Yi in after the crack. Using the method of the Six Forbidden Immortals, he mixed it with other Divine Source powder and embedded it in those cracks, sealing it for ten thousand years.
Yang Yi went to Zishan to die for Master Youyuan. Zhang Lin, half demon and half human, became a red-haired monster and lost his consciousness, but he still had an instinct to save Yang Yi, which made Ye Fan sigh.
"when……"
The Wushi Bell rang again, this time the sound was continuous and unstoppable, shocking the whole world.
One day, two days...ten days...
More than ten days have passed, and the bells are ringing continuously, the five realms are shaking, and the human race is boiling.
This is the prestige of Wuji. No matter how many years have passed, when the bell rings, it still shocks people's hearts and makes everyone nervous.
The ancient tribes are really scared this time. Who can make the bell ring for more than ten days? It is unbelievable. If you are close, you will be shocked to pieces.
The Valley of the Spirits was completely calm this time, and the thoughts that were ready to move suddenly cooled down. It was like cold water being poured on the head. He did not dare to act rashly and lay dormant quietly.
"when……"
Two months have passed, and the Wushi Bell is still ringing, bringing peace to the entire Northern Territory. No ancient creature dares to come forward, and they are all suppressed.
This is a huge wave. Now many people believe that Emperor Wushi has manifested. Otherwise, how could there be such a long wave?
In the Purple Mountain, Ye Fan looked pale. He had coughed up so many mouthfuls of blood in the past two months and took a bite of the King of Medicine every two days.
He was in the sky-swallowing magic jar, blocking all the bell waves, but the Ji Dao Emperor's weapons were unparalleled, and even the slightest tremor was fatal.
The magic lid sealed the jar tightly, and he was in it, but even so, he suffered a lot. If he hadn't been holding the two pieces of green copper, he would have turned into a pool of blood and mud.
Two imperial weapons were confronting each other. Every day he would activate the magic jar, shoot out a ray of black light, and tap the big bell hanging in the stone wall above.
If it weren't for the Jidao Magic Jar, if it wasn't for the green copper, even the saint would have become scum long ago. No one can stop Zhong Bo. It would be ruinous.
The Wushi Bell can ring on its own, which is beyond imagination. It seems like someone is urging it, which makes Ye Fan deeply understand its horror. No wonder that several imperial soldiers failed to attack it.
In this world, perhaps only the Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar is like this. After being completely integrated into one, it can revive and sing on its own without anyone controlling it, and can fight against the Beginningless Bell.
"when……"
The bells have been ringing continuously for more than two months. The holy shell that Ye Fan has taken possession of has shown cracks. He has been affected after all.
However, his gains in the past two months have been huge. The big bell roared, the magic pot vibrated, and Dao patterns criss-crossed everywhere.
He was sitting in the sky-swallowing jar, holding two pieces of old copper to protect his body while silently comprehending and practicing. These two months were worth more than twenty years!
At this moment, he realized how difficult it was to do the Immortal Three Ways. Let alone two months equal to twenty years, it would be the same as two hundred years.
Xian Sanzhan said, what exactly is he going to kill?
Ye Fan was stuck here. He was almost confused. He found that there were too many bonds and he should be cut off!
Since ancient times, this level has blocked many amazing and talented people. It is recorded in ancient books that in ancient times, several geniuses who shocked the past, present and future all died at this level. Otherwise, there might have been many more.
A great emperor.
Moreover, there are legends that some of the great emperors of the human race were almost defeated at the threshold of Xiansan. You can imagine how difficult it is.
It is impossible for Tang Cai to break through, but the more powerful a person is, the greater the resistance may be, and so-called talent may become a natural chasm on the road ahead.
Listening to the ringing of the Wushi Bell and watching the vibration of the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar, Ye Fan quietly comprehended and remained motionless. Even if there were some more cracks on his body, he was not afraid.
In the center of the Holy Shell's eyebrows, a golden god sits cross-legged. That is himself, holding the cauldron and joining the Tao, listening to the rhythm of the bell wave and the magic jar, and constantly enlightening his own Tao.
The Immortal Three Ways of Killing requires a lifetime of hard work, but if hard work is not rewarded, it is difficult to achieve results. The Heavenly Killing of Human Ways destroys the root light.
Since ancient times, no one can achieve success overnight, and no one can successfully pass the test. The same is true for the great emperors in ancient times, who wanted to kill the way with their lives.
For more than two months, listening to the sound of Taoism, the little golden figure in the Holy Shell Immortal Platform has become more and more dazzling, holding the tripod and uniting into one, blooming nine immortal rings.
He stepped onto the ninth small step on the second level of Sendai. Yes, if there were not two imperial weapons confronting each other, and if he were not in the flesh shell of a saint, he would have survived the disaster long ago.
I believe that once he returns to his true form and his physical body is consistent with his soul, he will immediately overcome the tribulation and become the most powerful man on the second level of heaven.
As for Xian San... it was too difficult. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take this step. In the end, he sighed.
"when"
The last bell rang, Zishan slowly returned to Qingning, and Zhongbo disappeared on this day.
After three months, Ye Fan finally persevered. The soul in the Immortal Platform became more and more brilliant and became much stronger. He was holding the cauldron and living there like an immortal god.
The body shell, which was as powerful as an ancient saint, was hiding in the Ji Dao Emperor's weapons. There were also dense cracks, but in the end it was not destroyed and was preserved. However, the Medicine King was almost exhausted.
Ye Fan did not regard this experience as a hardship, but instead understood with all his heart that facing the roar of the Beginningless Bell Wave and the Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar for three months would benefit him throughout his life.
At this time, the entire world was suppressed, and no one was not frightened. All the ancient races no longer dared to act rashly, and they were all afraid.
In the past three months, I don’t know how many human monks have knelt down and worshiped Zishan, almost like a pilgrim, kowtowing every step of the way.
But all the ancient tribes were as silent as cicadas, hiding in their lairs, not daring to step out.
The Wu Shi Bell rang for three consecutive months, the world was in awe, and all living beings were trembling with fear, but they did not know that a bigger storm was about to come.
"It's far from enough. If you only hear about Zhong Bo and don't show the imperial skills, how can you be convinced." Ye Fan said to himself, and then sent a message to the sky-swallowing magic jar, saying: "Grandmaster, it's time for you and me to take the God of Death with us."