Villains: Memory clips, the top ten female emperors fell to me

when!

when!

when!

The bell continued to strike nine times.

Every sound is like knocking on the heart of a person.

People can't help but feel a terrible sense of crisis.

Realizing that the great horror and mass extinction had come to the Gorefiend, Yang Dingtian and Yang Dingtian stopped tacitly.

"Variable, it really is a variable."

A wisp of Yuanshen in Yang Dingtian trembled.

Gorefiend was no better.

Follow the direction of the bell.

The second demon saw a strange picture.

A cloud floated in the dim sky.

It seems far away.

But soon it was close at hand.

A white-haired old man sat on the floating cloud.

Standing beside the old man is a middle-aged old man wearing a blue Taoist uniform.

When Liuyun gradually approached, revealing his real body.

But found.

It turned out that the old man was riding on a green bull.

Holding the dust whisk in his hand, he has a leisurely expression.

"The old people have taken the Yellow Crane, and there is an empty Yellow Crane Tower here."

"The yellow crane will never return, and the white clouds will be empty for thousands of years."

After reading the poem, the old man was in a heartbroken state.

"People's hearts are not old, people's hearts are not old, the world is completely chaotic now. It's a pity that people are devastated."

"Old Ancestor, although your poem is very profound, those people may not understand it. How can there be such a poem in this world?"

The young Taoist beside him shook his head.

"Fuck off, you idiot, ancestor, what I want is that they can understand? Those fucking things are all uneducated monsters. Isn't it difficult for you to let them understand poetry?"

"Old Ancestor, what I want is an atmosphere. Look, the artistic conception was originally beautiful, but it was destroyed by you idiot."

Was reprimanded by the ancestor.

The middle-aged Taoist drooped his head, his face was emo, and he didn't dare to argue with the ancestor anymore.

And the old man was holding a palm-sized chime bell, which was simple and rusty.

The style looks outdated.

It must have been a long time.

I saw the old man flicking the chime with his fingers from time to time.

At first, there was no sound.

As for ordinary people, they only heard a very short tapping sound.

Other than that, there is no feeling.

But to the young Taoist priests, it was like thunder.

His eardrums twitched.

What he heard was the melodious and exciting bell.

Like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning.

Hopeful.

But in the ears of monsters.

The sound of the bell was thick and heavy, as if it was ringing the evening bell for harvesting life.

"It's such a terrifying bell, is this a supernatural power that can only be achieved by an existence that has surpassed the emperor level?"

"I didn't expect such a terrifying powerhouse to exist in our world."

"This should be aimed at those Demon Lords."

"Yes, although we are also considered monsters, after all, we are relatively low-key on weekdays and have not done anything evil. It seems that we don't feel very nervous."

"I still heard my master mentioned it. My ancestor ancestor said that he seemed to have heard a similar bell. His description is really similar to today's bell..."

"Then your Zuzuzuzu...has Master ever mentioned, what is the origin of this clock?"

"I only remember what it was called a morning bell, but I don't know the specific origin."

"Morning bell..."

In the crevices of forests and mountains and rivers, many hideous monsters and creatures began to huddle together.

I hope that this nebula world that is about to collapse can survive.

For some reason, some creatures heard the mysterious bell.

What I heard was melodious, and hope was born unconsciously in my heart.

Some monsters heard the breath and footsteps of Death.

Death seemed to be very close to them.

For all the Emperor Zun powerhouses who are fighting at this time.

The bursts of bells rang.

Every sound is like a reminder.

Heart-pounding.

"Above the emperor, below the creation?"

"This little guy is undoubtedly a variable."

The primordial spirits of Gorefiend and Yang Dingtian trembled.

They know that the ringing of the bell means that their wishful thinking is about to fail.

but.

They are very unwilling...