The sudden sound of the bell was very different from the previous bells.

In the past, there were monks who broke through the Wangxian Tower and climbed to the top of the bell ringing, the bell was thick and long, and people were intoxicated, and they couldn't help but carefully understand the mystery.

The sound of the bell gave people a different feeling, as if a stern elder was reprimanding the junior, and the monk could not still comprehend the mystery at all.

As the bell rang, the speed at which the Wentian Monument fell significantly slowed down.

"Bell~Bell~"

Two more bells rang in a row.

With the ringing of two consecutive bells, the monument finally stopped falling.

Although the cultivator of the City of No Return could not see the Dharma Body of the Heavenly Monument in the void, he could feel that the coercion exerted on his body no longer became stronger, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at the same time.

It's just that this sense of oppression has just stopped getting stronger, but it hasn't completely disappeared.

Ma Runping looked up at the roof of Wangxian Tower, and a fine light shot out of his eyes: Wentian Bell was able to restrain the angry Wentian Monument, but he didn't expect this Wentian Bell to be a treasure.

For a long time, Ma Ruiping only wanted to keep the Wentian Monument as his own, but ignored the existence of the Wentian Bell.

Recall that every manifestation of the Wentian Monument is after the Wentian Bell rings, and looking at the current situation, the Wentian Bell can still suppress the Wentian Monument, and all kinds of signs indicate that the Wentian Bell is also extraordinary.

Feeling that the sense of oppression on his body was no longer enhanced, Ma Ruiping breathed a sigh of relief: It seems that he finally doesn't have to die.

Ma Ruiping looked at the top of Wangxian Tower again, and said to himself: It seems that if you want to subdue the Wentian Monument, you must first control the Wentian Bell.

"Bell~Bell~Bell~"

Three more bells in a row, and the bells were even sharper.

Ma Ruiping felt the slowly weakening sense of oppression on his body, and was even more sure of his guess: Wentian Bell did have the effect of suppressing Wentian Monument.

Ma Ruiping couldn't help but get a little carried away, only to see Ma Ruiping pointing to the sky and shouting: "You will be mine sooner or later!" ”

As soon as Ma Ruiping's voice fell, the Wentian Monument, which had been slowly rising, shook violently.

The shaking time of the Wentian Monument only lasted for three breaths, and after three breaths, the Wentian Monument suddenly fell, and the power generated by its fall actually produced gusts of wind in the air, and a wail sounded in the city of no return, and a large number of low-level monks could not resist this sense of oppression and fell into a coma directly.

"Bell~Bell~Bell~Bell~"

The piercing bell kept ringing, but the bell at this time had no effect on the Heavenly Monument.

"Knock~"

The piercing bell was mixed with a thick and long bell ringing over the City of No Return, which meant that someone had broken through the Wangxian Tower again.

……

Ban Fu felt light, knowing that this was a sign of being transferred.

Who knew that Ban Fu had just come out of Wangxian Tower, and was directly knocked to the ground by the sudden pressure.

Ban Fu couldn't help but blurt out a national scolding: "! ”

If it weren't for the fact that Ban Fu's physical body had been tempered to the copper skin and iron bone realm, this sudden pressure was enough to make Ban Fu fall into a coma.

Ban Fu's physical strength was running at full strength, and he slowly stood up from the ground, looking around blankly, but found that the place where he was standing now was not the entrance of Wangxian Tower.

Although the other monks could not see Ban Fu, Ban Fu could see the situation outside the Ten Thousand Immortal Towers through the Dao Pattern.

Ban Fu muttered to himself with some uncertainty: "This is the roof of Wangxian Tower?" How did I get here? ”

Ban Fu looked at the unconscious monk outside the Wangxian Tower, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more serious.

Ban Fu suddenly looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but gasp.

Ban Fu pointed to the Heavenly Monument above his head and shouted, "What is this?" ”

At this time, the Dharma Body of the Heavenly Tablet was less than ten zhang away from the roof of Wangxian Tower, and such a behemoth stood in front of Ban Fu, and Ban Fu's heart was weak for a while.

Originally, the Wentian Monument standing in front of Wangxian Tower, except for a seal on the stele, there were no other features, but the stone stele in front of Ban Fu was crisscrossed by road patterns, and the sense of oppression on the stele was far from the Wentian Tablet described by Quan Hongcai.

For a while, Ban Fu didn't associate the behemoth in front of him with the Wentian Monument.

The original falling Wentian Monument, after Ban Fu appeared on the top of Wangxian Tower, suddenly stopped the trend of falling, and quietly suspended above Ban Fu.

Ban Fu looked at the Wentian Monument that was close at hand, except for the feeling of oppression coming from his body, he didn't feel any danger, and his hanging heart was also relaxed, and he couldn't help but take a closer look at the behemoth in front of him.

After all, Quan Hongcai has never reached the top of Wangxian Tower, and all the details about Wangxian Tower are just relayed by others, maybe the real manifestation of the Wentian Monument is like this.

"This pattern ......" Ban Fu pointed to the Heavenly Tablet in the void and sneered, "You really look like a circuit board!" ”

Ban Fu couldn't help but play with it, and his mind was out of his body to see where the end of the pattern on this behemoth was.

As soon as Ban Fu's divine consciousness touched the body of the Wentian Monument, he was attracted by the lines on the Wentian Monument, and instantly immersed his entire mind in it.

A whisper sounded in Banfu's ears, and he felt as if he had realized something, but when he thought about it, he found that there was nothing.

The Dao pattern on the Wentian Tablet seemed to have infinite magical power, and Ban Fu couldn't help but want to reach out and touch the Dao pattern on the stele, but the avenue was invisible, how could it be touched by a small Jindan monk in Ban Fu.

Ban Fu felt a sudden stinging pain in his eyes, and two inscriptions broke away from the Wentian Monument and shot towards Ban Fu's forehead.

A whisper sounded in the sea of Ban Fu Zhi: "There is no way for good and evil, but people call themselves, and the retribution of good and evil follows you like a shadow." ”

"Boom~"

As the four-character mantra ended, Ban Fu only felt that his divine consciousness was more condensed.

"In the name of the ether, seize the heaven and the earth, create the two qi of yin and yang, and condense the eyes of the sea."

"Tianmu Kai!"

With this whisper, two vertical lines suddenly appeared in the center of Ban Fu's eyebrows, and the vertical lines were staggered and stood like two flying dragons that wanted to soar for nine days.

Ban Fu only felt that his cultivation that had just broken through had increased again, and he couldn't help but howl loudly.

With Ban Fu's long roar, a ray of golden light shot out from the center of Ban Fu's eyebrows, shining on the Wentian Monument in the void.

The Wentian Monument shrank rapidly under the illumination of the golden light, and it only took a breath to revert to a one-zhang-high stone monument.

At this time, Ban Fu realized that the behemoth that stood above the City of No Return just now was actually transformed by the Wentian Monument.

Under the illumination of Ban Futian's eyes, pictures appeared in the void, instantly pulling Ban Fu's mind into it.

……

A young monk dressed in a gray linen sermon robe appeared before Ban Fu's eyes, and the monk had a clear eyebrow and a sense of affection for him just by looking at him.

Ban Fu felt that the monk picked himself up and said, "This stone is good, from now on you will be my weapon of Zhuge Worry!" ”

As soon as the picture turned, the monk had become middle-aged, but the robe on his body had turned black.

The monk shouted: "Hehe, after today, there will be no worries in the world, 'there is no way for good and evil, but people call themselves, and the retribution of good and evil will follow you like a shadow', and my Taoist name in the future will be Taishang." ”

"Today is the day when I have a new Dao number, when the big white floats, now only you accompany me, then your future name will be Wentian."

"What are you running? This is "The Sanctification of the Flesh", and you have been wronged by you? Come on and get you a stamp again! ”

……

"Knock~"

Eight bells rang in a row, and Ban Fu suddenly came to his senses, and the illusory Wentian Bell and Wentian Monument above his head both turned into streamers and shot towards Ban Fu. When approaching Banfu's body, Wentian Zhong and Wentian Monument seemed to have discussed well, Wentian Zhong shot into Banfu Zhihai, and Wentian Monument stayed in the dantian.

"Damn, what the hell!"

The voice of the Immortal Emperor Feng came from the sea of Ban Fu Zhihai.

Ban Fu just wanted to answer Immortal Emperor Feng's words, when suddenly a mouthful of blood gushed up.

"Poof~"

The Battlesky Glove shattered.