On the top of the mountain, the eight guides were completely confused.
How is this going?
Didn't Qin Ziyu teach that boy the precautions for ringing the bell?
How could he be so messy?
This is a crash!
This loss is definitely not small.
The key is that this collision method requires greater strength, and the difficulty of hitting the bell will be greatly enhanced.
How can I describe it as thankless!
However, what shocked them was that the boy didn't seem to be as weak as they thought.
After this random collision, the bells rang more than twenty times. In other words, the boy's strength had already entered the level of the middle-to-lower Era Sons, and he would not be at the bottom.
The bell paused for a moment, and the eight guides thought that the kid should have reached his limit. Maybe he could still hit it a few times, and the final result would be considered unsatisfactory.
Then, something even more confusing happened.
There was only a slight pause, but below, the bells rang again, buzzing, buzzing... one by one, faster than the last.
This time the bell-ringing speed is also getting faster and faster, giving people a violent momentum of going forward and swallowing mountains and rivers.
Buzz, buzz, buzz...buzz...
At the last moment, the sky seemed to be broken, with an earth-shaking loud noise. Then, countless lines in the void seemed to be completely broken. The light fog on the fairy field was hit by this violent bell, and a large area receded in an instant.
, revealing a total of forty strands of fairyland, a full two acres.
The buzzing bells echoed throughout the manor and lasted for a long time.
At this time, the entire outer courtyard of the Epoch Temple was alarmed. The monks from different areas of the manor flew into the air, looking at the bell tower in the distance and experiencing the wonderful rhythm of the impact.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on Shi Ya's body, and his face turned red. After the last impact, he felt so intense that he wanted to shout loudly.
Cool is just one word!
Qin Ziyu was completely stunned.
Good guy, after banging thirty-six times, I got two acres of fairyland. How could this little monkey have such great power?
Now, Fang Yun hasn't made a move yet. Thinking of you, Fang Yun's strength shouldn't be too weak. So that means he really found a treasure and met a real powerful monk?
An inexplicable happiness flowed in his heart, and Qin Ziyu felt that the weather today was so good.
Fang Yun expressed that he was quite satisfied with Shi Ya's results and said with a smile: "I'm optimistic about you, Xiaoya, but I think that if you can work hard, do another Tiangang number, and break through the seventy-two Earthly Numbers in one fell swoop, you should be able to
There was an unexpected surprise.”
Breaking through the seventy-two evil numbers?
Just this little monkey?
Qin Ziyu couldn't help but be stunned.
The seventy-two earth evil number is a special node. Once it is broken through, it means that the bell-ringing monks will have extraordinary combat power and potential, and they will definitely reach an extremely high level in the future.
Fang Yun thinks that this little monkey can break through the earth's evil numbers?
Qin Ziyu couldn't believe it.
But Shi Ya took it seriously and pushed out the wooden stake in his hand again. Shi Ya roared in a low voice: "Okay, brother, look at mine, isn't it the seventy-two earth evil number? This is just right for my seventy-two."
Change, hit me..."
Thirty-six heavenly numbers!
That kid has actually reached the thirty-sixth Heavenly Gang Number.
That means that among all the Children of the Era, that boy's potential and combat power will definitely rank in the middle, and he has a greater chance of lighting up the Holy Fire and floating the continent in the future.
The eight guides couldn't help but look at each other, feeling like they had missed something!
At this time, several of the guides looked very bad, and they were cursing the divine light in their hearts.
This kind of divine light is too unreliable. That kid is so powerful, but he only lights up the weakest divine light!
However, at this time, something even more surprising happened to them.
The number of Tiangang is not that boy's.
Above the bell tower, a series of bells burst out like a barrage of cannons.
That kid actually still has some energy left!
The eight guides asked you to look at me, and I to look at you, and saw the helpless wry smiles on each other's faces.
This time, everyone really acted like villains in vain and missed a huge opportunity.
If the family finds out about this, there will definitely be no good fruits to be gained when they return home.
The bells continued to ring, and with each additional ringing, the greeters felt heartache.
The bell is ringing very quickly!
Their hearts were beating faster and faster, and their hearts were becoming more and more painful.
The bells ring for more than forty, the bells ring for more than fifty, the bells ring for more than sixty... The faces of every receptionist gradually turned into bitter gourds.
The ringing of the bell at sixty means that the son of this era has above-average qualifications. This kind of monk, if nothing unexpected happens, will be able to light the holy fire, raise the floating continent, and become the lord of the heavens in the future.
In other words, there was clearly an opportunity for the family to rise, but everyone missed it.
There was obviously a huge opportunity in front of him, but he actually pushed it away.
Among the eight guides, the first one to face Fang Yun's teleportation array felt so full of regret that he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
This is his opportunity to thank the family!
How can one feel so distressed?
No matter what the greeters thought, the bells continued to ring.
The bell rings seventy!
The speed of the impact has slowed down a bit, but by this time, every bell seems to have become more powerful and loud, and the sound is earth-shattering.
In the bell tower, Qin Ziyu also became nervous at this time, looking at the little monkey and the bronze divine clock without blinking.
Under the continuous impact, a lush light appeared on the bronze divine bell, and water wave-like lines appeared at the place where it was hit. There was huge resistance to prevent Shi Ya's impact.
Qin Ziyu could clearly see that every time the monkey hit it, divine light rushed out from the wooden stake, breaking through the water-like brilliance, and only then could it hit the divine bell.
Seventy bells were struck continuously and extremely fast. Shi Ya had already entered a strange bell-ringing state. His monkey hair was completely erected, his eyes were like a torch, and he was staring at the divine bell closely, as if there was only one thing in the sky and on the earth.
All that's left is this divine bell.
The resistance is unprecedented.
Don't let Shi Ya hit the sound continuously to reach seventy-two evil numbers.
Shi Ya also knew that if he lost his fighting spirit at this time and could not maintain the necessary speed of ringing the bell, then even if he rang the bell seventy-two times, he would not get the surprise that his elder brother said.
With a roar, Shi Ya suddenly raised his arms, transformed into a giant ape, pushed the wooden stake violently, and hit the divine bell.
The bell tower is indeed magical. After Shi Ya transformed into a giant ape, he was no less than five feet tall, but he did not pass through the bell tower. The distance from the top of the bell tower was still no less than three feet.
There was a loud buzzing sound.
Seventy-one rings.
The final blow.
The giant ape roared, pushed the wooden pile again, and crashed forward.
Seventy-two evil numbers, the final blow, the pressure was unprecedented, as if there were layers of shackles blocking Shi Ya, bursts of divine light came out from the bronze bell, trying to block Shi Ya's final blow.
Qin Ziyu was completely stunned at this time.
Looking at this giant ape, a feeling of fear arose in my heart, as if I saw a ferocious beast from ancient times, raising its head and roaring in front of me, which made people tremble with fear.
The giant ape roared, pushed the wooden pile, and crashed forward.
The divine power of billions of jun caused the divine light in front of the wooden pile to flicker, and there was a vague glow of fire.
The inexplicable resistance and shackles were pushed away by Shi Ya and the wooden stake was knocked away. Finally, with a buzzing sound, the wooden stake hit the divine bell.
This blow was earth-shattering.
The melodious bells actually penetrated the void in the outer courtyard and spread to the Era Temple further away.
The invisible sound wave swept forward, and the light fog in front melted layer by layer in front of the bell. Almost in an instant, the fairyland under Fang Yun's name had reached more than four acres of land.
However, the fairyland has not yet been completely formed, and the sound waves that have washed away have completely cleared out two acres of fairyland.
Qin Ziyu's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but feel extremely surprised.
Six acres of fairyland.
He actually got six acres of fairyland.
But immediately, before there was too much time to be surprised, Qin Ziyu heard the buzzing of the bell again.
Looking sideways, Qin Ziyu suddenly discovered that at some point, Fang Yun had already held a wooden stake and started to ring the bell, and the giant ape had transformed into a little monkey again, sitting cross-legged in front of the bell, sinking into practice.
Fang Yun took action himself.
How many more times can he ring the divine bell?
Qin Ziyu took a closer look and suddenly realized that something was wrong.
It seems that the inexplicable and strange resistance on the bronze divine bell is still there.
Fang Yun's impact speed still maintained the rhythm of Shi Ya's last two strikes.
The interval between bell ringing can be up to five breaths.
But now, there is less than two breaths between Fang Yun's bell ringing.
Qin Ziyu couldn't help but shrink his eyes, and wanted to remind Fang Yun that he could actually wait a little, wait for the inexplicable resistance to dissipate, and then hit again. In that case, the resistance should be much smaller and the number of times the bell should be hit would be much greater.
But in the end, Qin Ziyu did not speak, but watched Fang Yun hit the clock intently. Unknowingly, he felt that the impact was full of charm and had a special artistic conception, which made people addicted to it.