Living in the world of cultivation

Looking at Xiao Wen's constipated expression, Su Fan's mood suddenly improved a lot.

"Senior Cheng Xi wanted to give me some compensation, but I thought about it and didn't want anything..."

Seeing that the other party didn't speak for a long time, Su Fan added another knife.

Xiao Wen almost envied him to death after hearing this.

"Daoyou, why don't you want compensation? Jindan Zhenren just gave you some things, which is enough for you to be busy for decades."

Su Fan shook his head. He didn't want to care about this guy anymore, so he stood up and was about to leave.

"Bang... Bang..."

At this time, a dull bell sound suddenly came from a distance.

Su Fan frowned immediately. The dull bell sound made people extremely depressed, like a heavy boulder pressing on his heart.

"Forty-eight sounds..."

Xiao Wen next to him turned pale and muttered.

Su Fan was stunned and asked quickly: "Brother Xiao, what is forty-eight rings..."

"Seventy-two rings..."

At this time, Xiao Wen's face had completely dimmed, and he muttered again.

Su Fan looked around and found that all the disciples who were fighting on the ring had stopped.

The Qi training disciples of various sects were also confused like him, not knowing what had happened.

The Jindan Zhenren and foundation-building cultivators in the stands had similar expressions to Xiao Wen, and they counted the bells silently with solemn faces.

"Eighty-one..."

After Xiao Wen finished speaking, he sighed, turned his head and looked at Su Fan, with a look of frustration in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, this is the Demon-Suppressing Bell. As far as I know, the Qingyang Mountains have only been rung twice in the past ten thousand years, both times with seventy-two rings. It seems that something big has happened..."

Su Fan was stunned. What is the Demon-Suppressing Bell?

"Brother Xiao, this demon-suppressing bell..."

Xiao Wen shook his head and said, "I don't know either. I only know that once the demon-suppressing bell rings, all the cultivators in Qingyang Mountain Range will not stay out of it..."

Su Fan's face turned pale when he heard this. He definitely couldn't stay in Qingyang Immortal City any longer.

The wind was strong, and he had to run away...

"Boom boom boom..."

Su Fan was just about to use the extreme blood escape to escape from Qingyang Immortal City when he heard a loud earth-shaking noise, and the entire city shook violently a few times.

An extremely huge light shield pressed down overwhelmingly, completely covering the entire Qingyang Immortal City.

Fuck...

Just one step away...

At this time, Qingyang Immortal City actually opened a defense formation, and now he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

At this time, all the foundation-building cultivators on the stands left the square.

Su Fan also came to the street. At this moment, the street was in chaos. People kept driving magic weapons and whizzing over the sky above the city.

Just now, many people thought the same as him. They even ignored the ban on flying in the fairy city and drove their magic weapons desperately trying to escape from Qingyang Fairy City.

As a result, before they ran out of the city gate, Qingyang Fairy City opened a defense formation and trapped everyone in the city.

The people in the city were already in panic, and there were cultivators running around everywhere, a scene like the end of the world.

In desperation, Su Fan had to return to the sect’s residence. Before he entered the door, he was stopped by several disciples of Tianyue Sect.

"Senior, before 3:45 noon, all the foundation-building cultivators of all sects in Qingyang Mountain Range must rush to the central square to assemble and wait for orders..."

After they conveyed the orders of the three major immortal sects to Su Fan, they left in a hurry without caring whether he agreed or not.

Looking at their backs, Su Fan sighed. Now he could only go to Cheng Xi to try.

He came to the residence of Ziwei Fairy Palace in the city, took out the jade card given to him by Cheng Xi and handed it to the disciple on duty outside the door.

After a while, he was led to a monastery.

Cheng Xi had guessed that he would come, and seemed to be waiting for him. He followed him to a quiet room.

Su Fan sat cross-legged opposite Cheng Xi, and before he could ask, the other party had already spoken.

"I'm afraid there is no way to bring you to the East China Sea. Not only you, but now even I can't go back..."

Although he had guessed this ending, he was still very disappointed.

"Senior, what's the matter with the Demon-Suppressing Bell..."

After hearing Su Fan's words, Cheng Xi smiled bitterly, and then told Su Fan about the Demon-Suppressing Bell.

Since ancient times, every few thousand years, the foreign evil demons of Daluotian would invade this world of cultivation.

The powerful people in the world of cultivation refined the magic weapon Demon-Suppressing Bell. There is a Demon-Suppressing Bell wherever cultivators gather in this world.

Whenever Daluotian invades this world, all the Demon-Suppressing Bells in this world will ring at the same time.

In the past, only Daluotian opened the space channel from the Western Wasteland, so every time the foreign evil demons invaded, only the Demon-Suppressing Bell in the Western Wasteland would ring ninety-nine and eighty-one times.

The demon-suppressing bells in the Central Plains, East China Sea, South Barbarians and North Frontier all sounded 72 times.

"There are some things I can't say, I can only tell you that once the demon-suppressing bell is rung, all the cultivators in our plane will be unable to control themselves..."

Cheng Xi has said this, how could Su Fan not understand.

The sound of the demon-suppressing bell is actually a mobilization order.

Once the demon-suppressing bell is rung, it means that the foreign demons of Daluotian have begun to invade this world of cultivation.

It's just that this time Daluotian did not place the battlefield in the Western Wilderness, but chose the Central Plains.

Things have come to this, what else can Su Fan say.

"More seniors, please help me solve my doubts..."

Su Fan had nothing to ask, he saluted the other party, and then wanted to leave.

Seeing Su Fan about to leave, Cheng Xi smiled bitterly.

"We are both the first batch of recruited cultivators. I hope we can all survive..."

Su Fan understood what the other party meant. The first batch of cultivators who went up were all above the foundation-building stage, buying time for the general mobilization of this cultivation world.

Even a late Jindan cultivator like Cheng Xi would be cannon fodder if he went up at this time, not to mention him as a foundation-building cultivator.

Su Fan turned around and was about to leave, but he suddenly thought of something.

Before he could speak, Cheng Xi already knew what he had said.

"Don't worry, Meng Chao and Shen Yue have already joined the Ziwei Immortal Palace. Only when all the people from the small sects have died, they will be recruited..."

After hearing Cheng Xi's words, Su Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

This may be the advantage of the Yuanying Sect. They will definitely keep the younger generation of disciples of the sect until the end.

"There is still time. If you want to see them, I can take you there..."

"No, wait until I come back alive..."

Cheng Xi smiled and said, "If you want to join Ziwei Fairy Palace, I will help you find a way. You can follow me then..."

Su Fan thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Thank you, senior, but I still hope to be with Shuiyun Sect..."

Su Fan nodded heavily to Cheng Xi after speaking, then turned and left.

He came out of the Ziwei Fairy Palace's station, looked back, and then took a deep breath.

At this time, let alone him, all the cultivators in the entire Central Plains have to fill in.

Su Fan has seen the Ten Thousand Miles Demon Abyss, and nearly half of the elite areas of the Western Wilderness have been completely destroyed, turning into the current spiritless land.

The scale of the war between the cultivation world and Daluotian can be seen.

No matter what, I can't be used as cannon fodder. I'll slip away even if there is a slight chance.

Anyway, the battlefield must be very chaotic, and there should be many opportunities to escape.

This is also the reason why he did not agree to join Ziwei Immortal Palace. If he joined a large sect, it would not be so easy to escape.

It was almost noon at this moment. Su Fan wanted to replenish some things in the shops in the city, but who would have thought that all the shops in the city had been sealed.

It is said that from now on, the Central Plains has entered a state of war, and all cultivation materials must be centrally managed and then uniformly distributed.

Su Fan no longer had the mind to wander around, and went directly to the central square of Qingyang Immortal City.

The central square of Qingyang Immortal City is located in the most central position in the city. The palace-like building in the middle of the square is the long-distance transmission array of the immortal city.

The rectangular central square is very large, as large as more than a dozen football fields.

At this time, thousands of foundation-building cultivators have gathered at the edge of the square, and they are queuing in several long lines to register.

It is estimated that almost all the foundation-building cultivators in the entire Qingyang Immortal City should have come, and most of these people are casual cultivators who live in the city all year round.