"Bell~!"

The sound is long and far-reaching, resounding through the sky, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, trembling eardrums, as if the ancient scene is reappearing.

Ning Tao listened to this long bell, his face was shocked, his brows were furrowed, he didn't know what was going on?

Miao Jingjing looked vigilant, after all, it is easy to encounter danger in the depths of the other side, before coming, the master mother had a thousand warnings and instructions, and the safety of the witch master must be guaranteed.

And the wordless ancestor, Qingyang and the others changed their faces, this is the bell that Wudang summoned all the disciples to, it has not been ringed for many years, but today, how can it ring for no reason.

"Could it be...... Is there really an enemy coming?"

Ning Tao also seemed to think of something in surprise, could it be that the White Lotus Sect came to attack, and the Blue Emperor and others gathered masters, made a comeback, and directly hit the Wudang faction?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was very possible, after all, if I killed one of the eight great Dharma kings of the White Lotus Sect, the White Lotus Sect would definitely be angry, even if it was called, it was not difficult to believe.

Suddenly, there was a sneer in his heart, he was taking a maid this time, pretending to be a must, pulling the whole audience, and he could make those people disappear with a snap of his fingers.

Qingyang suddenly realized something, and hurriedly went to La Ningtao with Wu Hailin, wanting him to go to the main hall together.

At this moment, Senior Sister also heard a voice, weak and weak, "Senior Brother, you go with them, be careful." ”

When Ning Tao heard this, he hesitated for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "Senior sister, you wait for me for a while, and I will go back when I go." ”

After speaking, he was about to turn around and leave Senior Brother Qingyang, but before he had taken a few steps, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

I saw that his brows were furrowed, revealing an anxious look, and he panicked in his heart, as if he had a feeling of reluctance.

Ever since he came here, something has been wrong, but for some reason, and now that he is leaving, he feels even stronger, as if it is a call from his heart, strongly demanding him.

When Qingyang and the others were worried, Ning Tao suddenly turned around and walked towards the bamboo house with a very firm attitude.

Seeing this scene, Senior Brother Qingyang's face turned pale, while the Silent Senior Ancestor was shocked in his heart, and a sense of powerlessness emerged.

"Or ...... Can't avoid it?"

The senior sister in the bamboo house has long been crying silently, and has been holding herself hard, holding the child tightly with her jade arms.

In my ears, it seems that only the sound of footsteps remains!

However, just when several people were trembling, Ning Tao stopped at the door of the bamboo house and did not open the door.

I saw that he felt out something, a golden ball larger than a fist, and there was a stone worm like a living stone worm in it, which he had won from the treasure appreciation conference...... Lingpo!

"This thing belongs to medicinal properties, and the stone insect in it is a very mild medicine, which has been extinct in this era, and she will get better faster if you give this to your senior sister to refine medicine. ”

I saw Ning Tao say and handed it to the Silent Master, and looked at the door in front of him, but it seemed to be a world apart.

The shout in his heart was very strong, Ning Tao couldn't help but be irritable, pressed it hard, and then left resolutely.

Miao Jingjing took Ning Tao to take a step forward, stepped directly into the air, and flew over, leaving the three people with dry eyes.

At that moment, three nervous hearts were about to jump out, for fear that he would push the door open.

And after the Silent Master Ancestor stabilized his mind, his face was slightly happy, with this thing, the apprentice's body should be able to recover.

In the bamboo house, Ye Wanqing collapsed to the ground, closed her eyes sadly, and her heart was like an overturned five-flavor bottle.

At this moment, there was warmth in her heart, but when she saw the sleeping child, the grief was hooked up again.

The bell has long since dissipated, and in the main hall of Wudang, there are many people gathered, many of whom are unfamiliar faces, and the Wudang disciples are basically all here, and it seems that they are confronting.

Sitting in the first place is the head of Ziyang, and behind him there is an old man with white eyebrows, who is the ancestor of Wufu.

And the atmosphere in the main hall was obviously wrong, there was a heavy depression, but it was not as raging as the imaginary war.

In the center of the hall, there were two people fighting fiercely, one of whom was a disciple of Wudang, but he fell to the upper hand.

The other person held a green pine long sword and scolded angrily, and a set of swordsmanship dazzled and shocked the eyeballs.

The Wudang disciple was blinded, couldn't distinguish the true from the fake, and blindly attacked, and for a while, his own consumption was huge.

At a certain moment, the man let out a playful laugh, as if mocking, as if sarcasm, and the swordsmanship suddenly became fierce, and the moves were murderous and ruthless.

The Wudang disciple's figure retreated, his face was gloomy, his chest rose and fell violently, and he had already held back a cloud of anger in his chest.

Finally, at a certain moment, he couldn't bear it anymore, abandoned his defense, and fought desperately, but he fell right into the hands of the other party.

The man used swordsmanship as bait, but he kicked out a kick suddenly, hitting the chest of the Wudang disciple, full of strength.

"Poof!"

The Wudang disciple was injured, vomited blood and retreated, his face was full of paleness, and his body staggered, but he gritted his teeth.

Seeing this, the head of Ziyang and the other disciples all had a vicious aura between their eyebrows, their eyes widened angrily, and the murderous aura was permeated.

Seeing that he did not fall, the man couldn't help but smile contemptuously, and the soles of his feet slammed on, and a little cold light pierced his throat.

When Ziyang saw this scene, his fists were clenched, his face was black into the bottom of the pot, and he forced himself to suppress the urge to make a move.

Seeing this, the Wudang disciple revealed a resoluteness in his eyes, gritted his teeth and did not fall, and he did not lose his life, this is his Wudang spirit, even if he dies, he must die a glorious death.

Suddenly, an angry shout came from outside the main hall, "He Fangxiao is small, he dares to come to my Wudang to spread wilderness, seriously...... Presumptuous!"

When the words arrived, the people also arrived, and they could only see a golden light breaking through the air, like a brilliant golden spear piercing directly.

Seeing this, the man's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly used his sword technique to conjure up countless sharp sword lights, which were impermeable, like a sword net.

However, this seemingly gorgeous and shocking sword net was pierced by the brilliant golden spear, and there was no power to resist.

Maybe he was afraid that the golden light would dissipate if he shot too hard, but an iron fist hit him and directly knocked it away.

"Plop!"

This voice was very loud in the silent hall, and hundreds of eyes looked at it at the same time, with oppressive force.

When they saw the people who came, the disciples of Wudang let out bursts of surprise, but those unfamiliar faces were as black as coal.

Ning Tao raised his head, and when he saw this scene at a glance, his face couldn't help but be stunned, revealing a suspicious look, this scene ...... It seems to be the same as he thought...... It's not quite the same.

Suddenly, among those unfamiliar faces, stood a terrifying old man, his face was dark, and his eyes were like swords.

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I saw him say in a cold voice: "Master Ziyang, are you so unruly in Wudang? ”

As soon as the words fell, from the unfamiliar face on the other side, another old man in a Taoist robe stood out, with no white beard and a strong breath.

I saw him blame and said: "Ziyang Master, this is your Wudang, the disciple's strength is not good, there are no rules, it is better to let my Kongtong disciple teach it." ”

The two voices came out one after another, but they had the meaning of targeting, which was very obvious, and the disciples were also laughing.

When Ning Tao saw this scene, his brows furrowed, ringing the bell, Huashan, Kongtong, what the hell is going on?