The bell is so loud that it has a masculinity that shocks people's hearts.

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

"Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen! The bell rang seventeen!"

"Could it be that the ancestor has come out of seclusion?"

"Who can ring this bell except the ancestor?"

Monks come out in every temple.

Looking at the layers of Zhongbo rippling in the distance, everyone was shocked.

After several miles apart, I felt that my heart could not bear it, and my eardrums were even more buzzing.

Huhu~~~

An Qisheng was bathed in the whistling waves of clocks, and the mist was simmering around him, and the sweat condensed into fog like scorching water vapor.

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

His body and mind seemed to be separated at this moment, and all the essence in his heart flowed, but his body lifted his waist and swung his arms, shaking the buzzing sound of the emperor's bell weighing tens of millions of pounds!

If anyone could see the subtle land of his body through the heavy sound waves and clouds.

You will find it.

His body seemed to be adjusting and operating spontaneously during these collisions.

In a slow but visible to the naked eye, it will change to a more perfect state!

His muscles, bones, flesh, blood and marrow, internal strength, true qi, and veins are extremely coordinated to fine-tune under this state.

"More than, more than eighteen times, more than!"

"How many times have the bell ringed?"

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

During the martial arts performance, many monks blushed and felt that their internal organs were about to be broken, and their blood seemed to be about to break through the constraints of the seven orifices.

Immediately, I don’t know how many monks could no longer bear it.

They screamed and retreated to the distance. Under such sound waves, they would be shocked to death if they stayed for a long time!

But in a moment, the huge martial arts performance venue was empty, and only a group of old monks were still staying there.

But the weaker people also shook slightly.

"The bell rings seventy-eight..."

In front of Huangjue Temple, listening to the bell that was louder than the other, the calmness on the face of the blue-clothed Confucian scholar could no longer be maintained.

"Don't you want to break through? It's not Pang Wanyang who broke through the barrier of heaven and man, but Ikki, Master?"

The subordinates behind him looked extremely solemn and were shocked.

After a deep look at Huangjue Temple, the blue-clothed Confucian scholar slowly breathed a long breath:

"retreat!"

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

Looking at the shaking clock and the boiling void that seemed to have turned into the sea, many monks were so shocked that they could not describe.

The Emperor Jue Bell weighing tens of millions of pounds was shaking and trembling constantly, as if it could not withstand such a heavy blow!

They could not imagine what kind of body could withstand such a powerful recoil force!

Yes, at this time, all the monks knew that the Taoist had not used any of the true energy, but were just ringing the Emperor's Awakening Bell with a simple body!

boom!

Dang!

As waves of bells echoed, a discordant sound suddenly came out.

Far away, many monks' eyes widened and their faces twitched.

I saw the emperor hear the clock suddenly fall off the clock made of cold iron in a heavy blow!

Smash down towards the ground.

The Emperor Jue Bell was actually knocked down from the bell platform that had been hung for two hundred years!

Bang!

The earth shook, dust and sand splashed everywhere, like a huge dust storm raising, covering the entire martial arts performance venue.

call!

The monks heard a sound of exhaling like tides before they could be shaken.

Then the wind blew up in the martial arts field, and the dust spilled into the sky like an earth dragon.

In the white robe, An Qisheng stood on the bell platform, overlooking the old monks sweating profusely and wet.

Breathe slowly:
Chapter completed!