The moment he stepped on the bronze bell, An Qisheng felt an incomparably thick, like an invisible wall of oppression.

But he was really restrained, and in one step, he crashed into it with pure physical strength.

Then, the five fingers pinched up and smashed into the bronze bell!

Airplanes~

The substantial waves of the bell rippled like ripples, and the air moved like paper in a storm.

The mighty air flow emptied the waves in an instant, accompanied by the low and melodious bells roaring in all directions!

Rumble!

Like a meteor falling to the ground, the stars are hammers, and the earth is a drum!

The sound waves that swayed in an instant made the scalps of thousands of warrior monks in the entire martial arts arena explode, and their hearts trembled!

Even, the body trembled like electricity, and the bones and internal organs were numb.

Even more, under the sound of this bell, his legs weakened and he fell to his knees.

The bell wave echoed in the sky, and it could be heard for hundreds of miles.

For a while, all the monks in the entire Huangjue Temple were alarmed.

Someone, struck the Huangjue Bell?!

Outside the Huangjue Temple, a Confucian priest in a green shirt looked up and saw layers of air waves intertwined and overlapped in the air, like a mushroom cloud suddenly exploding.

The whistling air currents blew away the clouds hundreds of feet above the sky.

Han Jiao, who was hovering in the sky, trembled, almost fell headlong, and rose up in shock, fleeing.

"Is this someone ringing the Emperor's Bell?"

Outside the Huangjue Temple, the Confucian scholars in green shirts heard this sound, and their eyes rippled:

"Could it be that the old monk is out of the customs?"

"My lord, this is the old monk who has come out of the customs.......

Listening to the thunderous bell wave and the mighty air wave like the empty wave, the faces of the people behind the Confucian in green shirts were a little dignified.

They have the largest intelligence system in their hands, and they naturally know a lot about a behemoth like a country within a country like Huangjue Temple.

This can be called the most amazing Creator Emperor Jue Bell in the martial arts, how could they not know?

Similarly, they knew that there were only two or three people in the Huangjue Temple who could ring the bell now, but those two or three people were not in the Huangjue Temple at all.

At this time, the only person who can ring this bell in Huangjue Temple is the old monk?

The Confucian scholar in the green shirt calmed down and walked towards the Huangjue Temple:

"Yes or no, you can see it at a glance!"

Sanyin, Sankong and other great monks of Huangjue Temple were also surprised.

Sankong's old face was even more full of intense surprise.

He had seen his predecessor ring the bell, but even that senior was never so easy.

Boom~

In the explosion of air currents like stormy waves, Anqisheng's clothes were hunting.

The sonic waves rubbed violently against the qi that spread all over his body, so that the white qi around him disappeared in a flash, and the bubbles burst into a roaring sound like a tiger roaring dragon.

An Qisheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

He exerted all his strength, and at once he shattered the invisible aura and struck on the bronze bell.

As the bell vibrate, an indescribable force spread from his palm to every subtle part of his body.

In just an instant, his full pores were stretched, and the muscles, bones, muscles, and even internal organs of his body began to tremble and tremble under the pressure of this infinite and huge force!

There are not many impurities, and when they are vaporized, they are discharged into smoke!

The internal force that stirs up in the blood is boiling, and behind the fusion with the blood, there is the true qi that rotates rapidly in the qi veins, all of which have the effect of almost purifying!

It's like cutting hair and washing the marrow!

A shock to the spirit!

An Qisheng's body did not move, and the bounced palm smashed down again:

"Two!"

Rumble!

The bronze bell weighing tens of millions of catties was struck and swayed!

The bell rings again, and the waves rise again!

"Ahh

The distance was too close, even if the warrior monks had already prepared, this time the shocked people still turned their backs, their eyes were black, and their minds were buzzing.

Sonic waves are enough to kill.

If it weren't for the fact that the people present were all people who had practiced martial arts for many years and were physically strong.

Just this time, I don't know how many people will be shocked to their eardrums, or even die on the spot!

"It's so easy."

There were huge waves in the heart of Fuxin.

He was not surprised that An Qisheng rang the bronze bell, but this gesture was too relaxed.

The Huangjue Bell is not just a bell, it is also a divine weapon, and when the bell is ringed, it has to face a terrifying anti-shock force that is enough to shock the qi veins to death on the spot.

Knock once, and you can knock twice without even gasping?

This old Taoist priest's physique is so strong?

"This bell is really a treasure for practicing horizontal practice!"

Under this tap, Anqi grew and flew away, and his whole body vibrated in an extremely strange rhythm.

Muscles, bones, skin, flesh, viscera, blood, true qi, internal force, qi and spirit, under the vibration of this bell wave, there is actually a tendency to fuse!

In the moment of his thoughts, Anqi's distracting thoughts disappeared.

The mirror hanging high in his heart is filled with the essence of horizontal martial arts that has no mathematics.

Hard Qigong, Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Exercises, Dragon Yin Golden Bell Jar, Tiger Roar Iron Cloth Shirt, Anode Gold Body, Dragon Elephant King Kong Body...... Xuanxing, Jiufu Realm, the countless horizontal martial arts he has learned have surfaced in his heart.

After hammering and killing the Red Sun Dharma King, during the two months of driving away the beast tide, he was dreaming of himself almost all the time, and summed up his own horizontal practice secret technique.

But the progress is not too fast.

The complicated secret methods of horizontal cultivation in the two realms, as well as the complexity of his own qi veins and physique, he had no predecessors to learn, and he could only deduce step by step.

But at this time, under the pressure of the power of the bronze bell's shock, every inch of his skin, every inch of his body, and every inch of his qi veins were all under tremendous pressure in all directions without dead ends.

And there was a violent revolt.

In this state, countless martial arts essence and self-body, qi and veins corresponded one by one while receiving heavy blows, and countless inspirations rose in his heart!

"Not enough, not enough!"

An Qisheng's eyes were scorching, and for a moment he even forgot about the bet with Fuxin and Sankong.

Immersed in this state, his spine bounced like a dragon, and his arm that radiated crystal light fell again.

Full Strength!

Rumble!

The bronze bell rings three times!

The unfallen waves of air are once again in full swing, like a real dragon roaring on the boundless ocean, and the tsunami is rising again and again!

In an instant, dozens of evergreen old trees around the martial arts arena moved in the wind, and the leaves fell 'in a flutter'.

Many warrior monks in the entire martial arts arena couldn't bear it anymore, and they sat down on the ground one after another, carrying their internal strength and true qi to fight against the heavy sound waves.

Sankong and Sanyin and other old monks glanced at each other.

But he didn't pay attention to it, but walked to the nearest place, where Zhong Bo hit head-on, and also sat down.

Fu Xin's heart is vibrating by itself, and he is also keenly aware of the benefits.

Under the vibration of this bell, it can actually cleanse people's bodies and spirits.

Immediately, he pressed Huiguo to the ground with a casual press of his hand, and let it run the dragon elephant vajra body to feel the vibration of the bell.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Zhong waves are like tides, and each wave is higher than the other.

The bell is so loud that it has a masculine spirit that shakes people's hearts.

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

"Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen! The bell has struck seventeen! ”

"Could it be that the ancestor is out of the customs?"

"Except for the patriarch, who can ring this bell in a row?"

There are monks in the temples everywhere.

Looking at the ripples in the distance, they were all shocked.

After a few miles, I only felt that my heart was a little unbearable, and my eardrums were even more buzzing.

Whew~~~

An Qisheng was bathed in the roaring bell waves, and the mist around his body was steaming, and his sweat was like a scorching water vapor condensed into mist.

His mind was empty, and he fell into a state of what seemed to be intentional or unintentional.

His body and mind seemed to be separated at this moment, and all kinds of essence and righteousness flowed in his heart, but his body raised his waist and threw his arms, shaking the hum of the 10 million pound of Huangjue Bell!

If anyone could see through the sonic clouds, the subtleties of his body.

You'll find out.

His body, in the midst of this collision, seemed to be adjusting and operating spontaneously.

Slowly but visibly, the transition to a more perfect state!

His muscles, bones, skin, flesh, blood marrow, internal strength, true qi, and qi veins are all extremely cooperative, fine-tuned in this state.

"Exceeding, more than eighteen times, exceeding!"

"How many times? How many times has the bell ringed? ”

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

In the martial arts arena, many warrior monks had red faces and red ears, only to feel that their internal organs were about to be shattered, and their blood seemed to be about to break through the shackles of the seven orifices.

Immediately, I don't know how many warrior monks couldn't bear it anymore.

They all opened their mouths and shouted to retreat into the distance, under such sound waves, they would be shocked to death for a long time!

In just a moment, the huge martial arts arena was already empty, and only a group of old monks were still in place.

But the slightly weaker ones also shook slightly.

"The Bell Rings Seventy-Eight ......."

In front of Huangjue Temple, listening to the sound of bells that were better than one sound, wave after wave, the calm on the face of the Confucian man in the green shirt could no longer be maintained.

"Mo, don't you have to break through, it's not Pang Wanyang who breaks through the barrier between heaven and man, but Yixiu Lao, master?"

The subordinates behind him were even more solemn, and their hearts were shocked.

Taking a deep look at the Huangjue Temple that was close at hand, the Confucian man in the green shirt slowly exhaled a long breath:

"Retreat!"

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

Looking at the shaking bell tower and the boiling void that seemed to have turned into the sea, many warrior monks were shocked beyond words.

The Huangjue Bell, which weighs tens of millions of pounds, is shaking and shaking, as if it can't withstand such a heavy blow!

They couldn't imagine what kind of flesh could withstand such a powerful shock force!

Yes, at this time, all the monks knew that the Taoist did not use half of his true qi, but only struck the Huangjue Bell with a simple physique!

Rumble!

When!

In the midst of the echoes of the bells, a discordant sound suddenly sounded.

In the distance, the eyes of many warrior monks widened and their faces twitched.

I saw that the Huangjue Bell fell off the bell buckle made of cold iron in a heavy blow!

Falling to the ground.

The Huangjue Bell was actually knocked down from the bell platform that had been hanging for two hundred years!

Bang!

The earth shook, and dust and sand and gravel splashed everywhere, like a huge dust storm, which enveloped the entire martial arts arena at once.

Call!

Before they could recover from the shock, the warrior monks only heard a tidal whistling exhalation.

Then the wind wrinkled on the martial arts field, and the dust sprinkled was swept up like an earth dragon.

Between the white-robed hunting, An Qisheng stood on the bell platform, overlooking a group of sweaty and drenched old monks.

Exhale slowly:

"Eighty-one!"

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