"oh?"

Emperor Gan looked happy: "Shi Gong, where is the wise man?"

Hong Pi smiled slightly, suddenly stretched out his right hand and spread his palm.

A small copper bell appeared out of thin air, hanging over the palm of the palm, and slowly turned.

"The Bell of the Last King!?"

Someone in the hall exclaimed.

Regardless of the rumors, the faint traces of the little bronze bell they felt were enough to make a thrilling and heart-wrenching breath.

As the time of slowly turning, there seemed to be a faint echo of bells.

It seems to be lingering in the ears, and it sounds from the bottom of the heart and from the depths of the soul.

Subtle, but magnificent.

As thick as a mountain.

It is the breath of civilization, the sound of civilization bells.

Extensive, magnificent, magnificent...

The magnificent bell sounds like a painting that can be seen from it, as if it is immersive.

That is an ancient painting.

It was the time when humanity was in ancient times.

They saw the ancient ancestors, respecting the heavens and the earth, and praying for blood and sweat.

Seeing the danger, the sacred king was born and the torch was completed.

Since then, we have planted slashes and fire, made nets and fished livestock, and distinguished grains from the five grains...

In the main hall, many people were already crying without realizing it.

This is the touch of being born into human beings, engraved in the bones and deep in the soul.

Mr. Sun is already at least a few levels of thunder tribulation and ghost immortals, and his eyes are also a little confused.

However, after a few breaths, a few thunder and lightning lights flashed in the deep eyes as deep as the void.

A volume of books floated out from his eyebrows and slowly spread out for more than a century.

A few golden words were revealed.

Every stroke and stroke, the strength is like an immortal ancient tree, and the bitterness is like a blade that destroys the strength.

It's like engraved in the void, eternal.

Any natural disaster or disaster is indelible.

Just like the immortal truth.

"Manuscripts of all philosophers!"

Someone exclaimed.

The vast and deep pure yang aura spreads out from the words, warm and makes people feel as if they are soaked in a hot spring.

The manuscripts of various philosophers are indeed immortal truths and immortal spirits.

At this time, Mr. Sun didn't care about being proud.

Instead, he looked at the small bronze bell in Hong Pi's hand with horror.

The eyes were full of incredible and incredible.

How is that possible?!

He is a real five-tribulation ghost immortal!

After experiencing five thunder tribulations, tens of thousands of thoughts were condensed, and each of them was round and pure.

In a single thought, everything in the world can be transformed into.

In one thought, you can know good fortune and good fortune.

Adding the treasures inherited by the saints, he can reach the realm of six kalpas.

A thought tear apart the void.

This is the thousand-year-old family, this is the confidence that they dare to show their prides and dare to speak out and scold each other even when facing emperors.

Although he was just an incarnation at this time.

But it is still a dignified five-tribulation ghost immortal who is not false at all.

But before he knew it, a small bronze bell invaded his soul and shook his thoughts.

If it hadn't been touched by the manuscripts of the philosophers hidden in his soul, even if he could wake up, he would never have been so fast.

Incredible!

incredible!

This bronze bell must be an incredible magic weapon.

It is still the rumored artifact of the ancient holy emperor!

Only those magical artifacts can trigger the manuscripts of various philosophers.

However, there are all divine artifacts in the world.

After becoming a saint, a thousand-year-old family.

They all know the magical artifacts that exist in the world.

The immortal capital jade Huang of the ancient holy emperor "Cu" can attract pure yang heavenly thunder.

Originally obtained by Fang Xiandao, they now fell into the hands of Chen Pi's son, and they knew it very well.

There is also a Wuji dragon ring of the Holy Emperor "Ji", which contains countless treasures.

It was in the hands of the child from the Fang family in front of him.

The boy from the Fang family thought he knew nothing about it, but he didn't know that he knew even such a secret.

The royal family also has many ancient magical weapons and magic weapons.

The most terrifying and the most fearful source of these thousand-year-old families, who have to maintain a bit of awe of the royal family, is a treasure that is almost the king of artifacts, the boat of creation.

It is a treasure of the sacred land thousands of years ago, a divine artifact refined by the way of creation.

He once ordered the Supreme Treasure of the Supreme Dao, the true king of artifacts, to be damaged by the Eternal Kingdom.

However, the boat of creation was also damaged.

Until now, Emperor Gan has been unable to repair it even though he has devoted his country's efforts.

Otherwise, even their thousand-year-old family would not dare to be too presumptuous.

It is actually a magical artifact that can achieve the foundation of a sect and a path, and even a country for thousands of years.

Almost immortal.

That small bronze bell naturally cannot be compared with those of the kings of magical artifacts.

But it has already had the prototype of a magical weapon.

If you have enough resources, you can complete them sooner or later and become a real magic weapon, or even the king of magic weapons.

Why did he never hear of such a divine thing?!

Where did this kid come from?

Mr. Sun suddenly felt that things were gradually out of control.

He naturally had heard of it for a long time that the Confucian school had the so-called Six Sacred Tools.

However, due to the confidence of the thousand-year-old family, they only think that the so-called holy weapon is just some mysterious magic weapon.

After all, there are all divine weapons, and the rumor is that the six holy weapons were refined by Chen Pi's children.

What amazing magic weapon can a child who is not even a martial saint or a ghost immortal refine?

What's more, it's a magical artifact?

No matter how surprised he was, the facts were right in front of him.

Hong Bi took out the bell of the former king and threw it gently.

The bronze bell flew out of his hand and hung on the dome of Qianyuan Hall.

"when--!"

A long bell rang and rang through the hall.

The invisible bell sounded filled the world in an instant.

With the melodious sound of the bell, not only the people in the hall, but even the people in Yujing City felt calm and full of strength.
To be continued...