The Great Tao Chronicle

The moment he stepped on the bronze bell, An Qisheng felt an extremely thick oppression like an invisible wall of air.

But he was really introverted, and in a single step, he slammed into it with pure physical strength.

Then, he pinched his five fingers and smashed the bronze bell!

hum~

The substantive bell waves swayed like ripples, and the air moved like paper in a gust of wind.

The mighty airflow emptied the waves in an instant, and roared in all directions with the low and melodious bell!

boom!

Like a meteor falling to the ground, the stars are hammers, and the earth is drums!

The sound wave that swayed in an instant caused the scalps of thousands of monks in the entire martial arts field to explode, and their hearts trembled!

Even his body trembled like an electric shock, his bones and internal organs were all numb.

What's more, under the sound of the bell, his legs weakened and he fell to his knees.

Bell waves echoed in the sky and could be heard for hundreds of miles.

For a time, the monks in the entire Huangjue Temple were shocked.

Someone, ringing the Huangjue Bell? !

Outside the Huangjue Temple, a Confucian scholar in a green shirt looked up and saw layers of air waves intertwined and overlapped in the air, like a mushroom cloud suddenly exploding.

The whistling airflow blew away the clouds above hundreds of feet in the sky.

Han Jiao, who was hovering above the sky, trembled, almost fell down, rose up abruptly, and fled.

"Is this someone ringing the Huangjue Bell?"

Outside the Huangjue Temple, the Confucian scholar in the green shirt heard this, and his eyes were filled with ripples:

"Could it be that the old monk left?"

"Sir, could it be that the old monk Xiu left the customs..."

Listening to the thundering bell waves, and the mighty air waves that emptied the waves, the expressions of the people behind the scholar in the blue shirt were a little dignified.

They have the largest intelligence system in their hands, and they naturally know a lot about a behemoth like Huangjue Temple, which is like a country within a country.

This is the most amazing creation in the martial arts, the Emperor Jue Bell, how could they not know?

Similarly, they know that there are only two or three people who can ring the bell in Huangjue Temple, but those two or three are not in Huangjue Temple at the moment.

At this time, isn't it the only old monk who can ring the bell in Huangjue Temple?

The Confucian scholar in green shirt calmed down and walked towards Huangjue Temple:

"Yes or no, you can tell at a glance!"

Sanyin, Sankong and other great monks in Huangjue Temple were also surprised.

There was a hint of surprise on Sankong's old face.

He had seen the senior ring the bell, but even that senior was never so easy.

wow~

In the blast of the air current like a stormy sea, An Qisheng's clothes were screeching.

The sound waves of wickedness rubbed violently with the qi that spread all over his body, so that the white qi all over his body instantly disappeared, and the bubbles burst, making a sound like a tiger's roar and a dragon's roar.

An Qisheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

With all his strength, he shattered the invisible aura and struck the bronze bell.

At the same time as the bell vibrated, an indescribably huge force also spread from his palm to every tiny part of his body.

In just an instant, his full-bodied pores opened, and his muscles, muscles, and even his internal organs began to tremble and tremble under the pressure of this infinite force!

There are not many impurities, and they are immediately vaporized into smoke and discharged from it!

The internal force that is swirling in the blood is boiling, and the fusion with the blood is getting more and more behind, and there is the fast-moving true qi in the qi meridian, which has the effect of almost purifying!

It's like cutting hair and washing marrow!

Shocked!

An Qisheng didn't move, and the palm of his hand slammed down again:

"two!"

boom!

The copper bell weighing tens of millions of catties was struck and swayed!

The bell rings again, and the air waves rise again!

"what!"

The distance is too close, even if the monks have already made preparations, the people who were shocked this time turned their backs on their horses, their eyes were black, and their minds were buzzing.

Sound waves are enough to kill people.

If it weren't for the people present, all of them had been practicing martial arts for many years and their physiques were strong.

Just this one blow, I don't know how many people are going to have their eardrums shattered, or even die on the spot!

"It's so easy."

There was a huge wave in Fu Xin's heart.

He was not surprised that An Qisheng rang the bronze bell, but this gesture was too relaxed.

The Huangjue Bell is not just a bell, but also a magical weapon. When the bell is tolling, it must face a terrifying anti-shock force that is enough to shock the Qi pulse to death on the spot.

Ring once, ring twice without breathing?

The physique of this old Taoist is so tyrannical?

"This bell is really a treasure for practicing horizontal training!"

Under this knock, An Qi grew and flew, and his entire body was shaking with a very strange rhythm.

Muscles, bones, flesh, viscera, blood, infuriating qi, internal strength, and qi pulse spirit, under the shock of this bell wave, there is actually a trend of fusion!

In the blink of an eye, An Qisheng's distracting thoughts disappeared.

Above the bright mirror hanging high in the heart, there is the innumerable essence of martial arts.

Hard qigong, thirteen Taibao horizontal training, dragon singing golden bell hood, tiger roaring iron cloth shirt, anode gold body, dragon elephant diamond body... Xuanxing, Jiufujie, he has learned countless horizontal martial arts Learning, one after another emerged in his mind.

After hammering to kill the Dharma King Red Sun, during the two months of driving away the beast tide, he was dreaming about himself almost all the time, and summed up the secret technique of horizontal training that was entirely his own.

But progress is not too fast.

The complicated cross-training secrets of the two worlds, and the complexity of his own qi and physique, he has no predecessors to learn, and can only deduce it step by step.

But at this time, under the oppression of the shocking force of the bronze bell, every inch of his skin, every inch of physique, and every inch of his energy veins were all under enormous oppression in all directions.

And violent resistance occurred.

In this state, the essence of countless horizontal martial arts and his own physique and qi pulse correspond one by one in response to the heavy blow, and countless inspirations arise in his heart!

"Not enough, not enough!"

An Qisheng's eyes were so bright that he even forgot his bet with Fuxin and Sankong for a moment.

He was immersed in this state, his spine bounced like a dragon, and his arms that exuded crystal light slammed down again.

Full blast!

boom!

The bronze bell rings three times!

The waves that have not yet fallen are once again making great waves, like the roar of a real dragon above the boundless ocean, and the tsunami rises again and again!

In an instant, dozens of evergreen trees around the martial arts field moved with the wind, and their leaves fell with a rustling.

Many monks in the entire martial arts field couldn't bear it anymore, and they all sat down on the ground, carrying their inner strength infuriating to fight the heavy sound waves.

Sankong and Sanyin and other old monks looked at each other.

But he ignored it, and instead walked to the nearest place, Zhong Bo headed into the ground, and he also fell down and sat down.

Fu Xin's heart was shaking, and she was keenly aware of the benefits.

Under the vibration of this bell, it can actually wash the body and spirit of people.

Immediately, he pressed Huiguo to the ground with one hand, and let it rotate the dragon-like vajra body to feel the vibration of the bell.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The bell wave is like a tide, each wave is higher than the other.

This bell is so huge, and there is a masculinity that shakes people's hearts.

The entire Huangjue Temple seemed to be shaking, the ground seemed to be shaking, and the momentum was incredible.

"Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen! The bell has struck seventeen!"

"Could it be that the patriarch has left?"

"Apart from the Patriarch, who can even ring this bell?"

There are monks coming out of temples everywhere.

Looking at the rippling Zhong Bo in the distance, they were all astonished.

A few miles away, I only felt that my heart couldn't bear it, and my eardrums were humming.

woohoo~~~

An Qisheng was bathed in the whistling bell waves, the mist all over his body was steaming, and the sweat condensed into mist like hot water vapor.

His mind was empty, and he fell into a state that seemed to be intentional or unintentional.

His body and mind seemed to be separated at this moment, and all kinds of essences flowed in his heart, but his body lifted his waist and threw his arms, shaking the hum of the slap of the tens of millions of pounds of Huangjue Bell!

If anyone could see the subtleties of his body through the heavy sound waves.

will find out.

His body, in this collision, seems to be adjusting and operating spontaneously.

Slowly but visible to the naked eye, it is changing to a more perfect state!

His muscles, bones, skin, flesh, blood, marrow, and inner strength, true qi, and qi channels, all cooperated with each other to fine-tune in this state.

"Over, over eighteen times, over!"

"How many times? How many times has the bell struck?"

"I don't know, I don't know, ah, I can't take it anymore!"

In the martial arts arena, many monks blushed and felt that their internal organs were about to be shattered, and their blood seemed to be breaking through the shackles of the seven orifices.

Immediately, I don't know how many monks couldn't bear it any longer.

They opened their mouths and shouted and retreated into the distance. Under such a sound wave, they would be shocked to death if they stayed for a long time!

But for a moment, the huge martial arts field was completely empty, and only a group of old monks remained in place.

But the weaker ones also swayed slightly.

"The bell rings seventy-eight..."

In front of Huangjue Temple, listening to the sound of a bell sounding louder than a sound, a wave higher than a wave, the calm on the face of the scholar in green shirt could no longer be maintained.

"Mo, does it have to be sudden, it's not Pang Wanyang who broke through the barrier of heaven and man, but Elder Yixiu, Master?"

The subordinates behind him were even more solemn and horrified.

Taking a deep look at the nearby Huangjue Temple, the Confucian scholar in green shirt slowly exhaled a long breath:

"retreat!"

"Is this person's body made of steel? No, even steel will be shattered in such a shock!"

Looking at the swaying clock tower and the boiling void that seemed to have turned into the sea, many monks were horrified beyond words.

The Huangjue Bell, which weighs tens of millions of kilograms, is shaking and vibrating constantly, as if it can't bear such a heavy blow!

They can't imagine what kind of body can withstand such a powerful shock!

Yes, by this time, all the monks knew about the Taoist, who didn't use half of his true qi, but was ringing the bell with pure physique!

boom!

Dang!

In the echoing waves of bells, a discordant voice suddenly came out.

Far away ~www.readwn.com~ Many monks' eyes widened and their faces twitched.

I saw that the Huangjue Bell fell off the bell made of cold iron in a heavy blow!

smashed to the ground.

The Huangjue Bell was beaten down from the bell platform that had been hanging for two hundred years!

boom!

The earth swayed, and dust and sandstone splashed in all directions, like a huge dust storm that enveloped the entire martial arts arena.

call!

From the shock, the monks only heard a tidal whistling sound of exhalation.

Then the gust of wind on the martial arts field wrinkled, and the scattered dust was swept up into the sky like a dragon.

In the midst of hunting in white robes, An Qisheng stood on the bell platform, overlooking a group of old monks who were sweating and wearing wet clothes.

Breathe slowly:

"eighty-one!"