The two palm prints represent the extraordinary attainments of the second-generation sect master and the third-generation sect master, which makes Ye Tongtian yearn for it in his heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He suddenly realized that this Creation Immortal Martial Bell may not be able to be ringed with brute force at all, and the only thing that can ring it is the earth-shattering martial arts and peerless divine skills.

"Can I ring this bell?" Ye Tongtian asked himself.

The second generation of suzerains uses formations to transform martial arts, with thousands of mystical skills, endless evolution, and brilliant exercises, and the three generations of suzerains have the worst qualifications, but they have built a majestic Yuanqi Divine Palace. These are two peerless figures, stunning for eternity.

Compared to the two generations of suzerains, he seems to be nothing at all.

Facing the two palm prints, Ye Tongtian closed his eyes and sat quietly in front of the Creation Immortal Martial Bell.

At the top of Xianwu, although there is no wind and snow, it is still high and cold. Ye Tongtian walked all the way, although the internal force was steaming, there were still snowflakes on his body, and at this moment, his body gradually formed frost, and his eyebrows and hair turned frost white.

He gradually became an iceman, but his momentum continued to rise, making him in silence, like a dormant beast, accumulating infinite strength, waiting to soar into the sky!

Time passed little by little, and Ye Tongtian's body surface changed from frost to ice, and continued to thicken, and a strange piece of ice appeared on the top of the silent Immortal Martial Arts.

The silver Creation Immortal Martial Bell hung silently in the air, as if it were eternally motionless......

In a flash, twelve hours have passed, and at this moment, suddenly, with the sound of "click" ice cracking, the ice splashed, and a high-spirited body suddenly stood up, standing proudly at the peak of immortal martial arts!

Ye Tongtian was imposing at the moment, like a sword out of the sheath, his eyes opened, and his gaze was as bright as the sun.

At this time, he is sharper than before, and his temperament is more domineering! This was the pinnacle of his accumulation of twelve hours, and it was his strongest state.

"Drink!" With a soft drink, Ye Tongtian's sword eyebrows raised, his internal force exploded, and his hair was windless.

Suddenly, there was another light drink, Ye Tongtian's body shook, gray eyes and gray hair, and the dark demon with scales and armor appeared, stepping out from behind Ye Tongtian, his expression was indifferent, his right paw was held to the sky, and a gray knife shadow the length of an adult's arm appeared in his palm.

The shadow of the sword, like a virtual reality, suddenly became larger in trembling, turning into a giant blade three zhang long, standing in the sky, peerless sharp.

"Chattering ......" In the midst of the strange laughter, a pitch-black banner stirred, and the poisonous god with three eyes and nine horns and a snake tail also appeared, with an evil smile on his face, the red light of the third eye closed in the middle of his forehead appeared slightly, and his eyelids trembled, as if he was about to open.

Behind him, two huge figures quietly appeared, which were the Dark Hydra and the Abyss Hydra, as soon as the two figures appeared, a heavy coercion and deep terror immediately emanated from the poison god's body, making him extremely evil.

"One blow, condensing my lifelong understanding! One blow, condense all my will! One blow, condense my martial arts ambitions! This is me, a blow that condenses the soul, give it to me, ring! ”

Ye Tongtian jumped up, and the Yuan Qi Divine Palace suddenly opened, far exceeding the perfection of the ordinary Living Blood Realm, and even ordinary Dantian Realm martial artists could not possess the majestic internal force rushing to the limbs and hundreds of remains, his soul sublimated, and a palm poked out, like an angry dragon going out to sea, fiercely towards the Creation Immortal Martial Bell Seal!

At the same time, the dark demon's long-brewing gray sword slash also suddenly slashed out, the gray dark sword shadow is peerless sharp, and the mighty and peerless attack is supernatural!

The body of the poison god on the side coiled up, and the vertical eye in the middle of his forehead suddenly opened, and a stream of red rays shot out! The ray was as scarlet as blood, and like a red lightning bolt, it was the skill of the innate supernatural power: the Dead Eye!

The three figures, three strikes in one, contain all of Ye Tongtian's martial arts, the Martial Dao Heavenly Eye, the Reincarnation of Life, the Gray Knife Slash, and the Dead Eye...... All kinds of martial arts, all kinds of artistic conceptions, all kinds of perceptions, all kinds of expectations, with these three blows, came to the Creation Immortal Martial Bell!

At this moment, time seemed to stop, the vicissitudes of immortal martial arts bell remained immovable, under the peak of immortal martial arts, the wind and snow in the sky were also solidified, Ye Tongtian fell to the ground, and the two major life bodies stared at each other.

Can such a blow be recognized by the Creation Immortal Martial Bell? Can it be compared to the second-generation Sect Master Array Palm Print? Can it compete with the peerless martial arts of the three generations of sect masters!

Ye Tongtian's face was calm, and his mind drifted away with Fang Cai's palm, for him, that palm was his will, his ambition, and he had no regrets about playing that palm, no matter if he could ring the bell or not, his martial arts path had been opened.

However, the next moment, suddenly a deafening buzzing sound sounded, and the Creation Immortal Martial Bell trembled violently, and the incomparably melodious bell finally rang.

"Buzz...... Airplanes...... Buzz ......"

At this moment, a deep palm print appeared on the Creation Immortal Martial Bell, side by side with the palm prints of the second generation sect master and the third generation sect master, and the palm print was brilliant and dazzling!

At this moment, the mighty bell swept through the entire ice peak, and it reached the unknown void, and the bell was shocking.

At this moment, the expression in the clutch hall was sluggish, and Ling Juesheng, who was bleeding, had a look of anticipation and excitement in his eyes, and let out a hearty laugh.

At this moment, outside the Xianwu Ice Peak, Wan Wuxin, Yue Honglian, Shang Chaoge, and Zuo Chanji, who were attacking the Xianwu Great Array, all spit out a mouthful of blood, and their hearts were shocked, and their faces were full of incredulity.

At this moment, in the novice hall of Sword Casting Valley, Ma Jinkeng, who was originally sleeping leisurely, was like five thunderbolts, Huo Ran stood up, his head was full of bags, his expression was stunned, and cold sweat flowed loudly.

At this moment, in the endless distance from here, it seems that in the starry sky, there is a thousand-foot tall scaly ape, the ape is extremely strong, wearing dark iron armor, stepping in the void, it is dragging a thick iron chain behind it, and at the end of the iron chain, there is a huge blue boulder comparable to a huge mountain, and the huge stone is burning with raging blue flames.

The violent ape drags the mountain and walks alone in the starry sky, this is a shocking picture! However, there was a one-armed old man sitting on top of the scaly ape, as if it had been so thousand years, he ...... Suddenly I opened my eyes, and the starry sky was reflected in those eyes!

"After 300 years, the bell has sounded, and I have passed on the world, congratulations!"

The one-armed old man muttered, and as he spoke, the scaly armored storm ape under him roared angrily, and infinite thunder splattered out of its mouth, sweeping the void for thousands of miles...... If the world is destroyed!

At the same time, in another distant place, like a mortal country, in a teahouse, there is an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, he is wearing a green shirt, looking ordinary, he is leisurely drinking tea, but the strange thing is that everything around, people and things, even if it is flowing water, even if it is sunlight, all are still, time seems to have stopped, only the middle-aged man slowly tastes tea.

"This bell is nostalgic......"

The middle-aged man pursed his lips, and his person suddenly disappeared.

After he disappeared, everything in the teahouse finally returned to normal, bustling and lively, but all people would not know that there was a middle-aged man who had been here and tasted a cup of tea, and on the side of the tea bowl, a coin was still circling leisurely.

At the top of the Immortal Martial Arts, when the Creation Immortal Martial Bell rang, Ye Tongtian's ears also ushered in a long-lost system prompt...... (To be continued.) )