Between the clouds and the sky, come by dragon.

Before anyone arrived, the sound of wind and thunder had already resounded in the sky.

Such a high-profile appearance naturally attracted the attention of all the monks in Huangjue Temple.

Although there are strange beasts in the Jiufu Realm, for the vast majority of people in the martial arts, they are also at the level of legends, or for most people, these strange beasts and spirit birds are like the Tianchi water monsters in the eyes of most people in the Xuanxing, and they don't know whether they exist or not.

When the crowd looked up at the sky.

Between the rolling clouds, An Qisheng was also overlooking the Huangjue Temple.

It is as if several mountain ranges have been hollowed out and many temples have been excavated, covering a huge area but without a sense of looseness, and the overall structure is like a big Buddha sitting on the plain.

Beautiful.

An Qisheng had to admit that in his past and present lives, and even in the days when he came to the Jiufu Realm, this Huangjue Temple was the building that made him feel the most beautiful.

This is the pinnacle of world architecture.

The millennium is evident from this.

"Wait for me here."

It's okay to come by the Jiao, but if you drive straight into it, the meaning is different.

He's not here to kick in.

After giving the command, his body jumped up and jumped down from a height of hundreds of feet.

The violent air flow roared and collided violently with the Gang Qi surrounding An Qisheng's body, roaring all the way down, leaving a column of burning qi in the sky that burned violently for a long time.

Rumble!

Spread like thunder.

In front of the gate of Huangjue Temple, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and a group of monks who were waiting here early were caught off guard, all of them were gray-headed and dirty by the wind.

A group of people, all of them changed color.

But before they could have a seizure.

The three seals have already stepped out, and the voice is in the voice:

"The head of the royal power is here, and he is not welcome!"

With An Qisheng's fame, many of his information have already been known by many big forces and major sects, and naturally they also know his Dao name.

"There is labor."

An Qisheng flicked his sleeves slightly, and the smoke and dust were completely suppressed by an invisible aura.

Let the air flow be turbulent, and no more dust will be raised.

"The poor monk Sanyin, the three virtues are my senior brother, and I want to thank the Taoist for avenging my senior brother."

Sanyin's expression was solemn, and he bowed to salute:

"Da En doesn't dare or forget, Senior Brother Abbot and Master Fuxin are waiting for the Taoist Master to come in the martial arts arena, please."

"All actions are impermanent, all laws are selfless, Nirvana is silent, good Buddha name."

An Qisheng praised lightly and climbed the stairs.

Feel the vicissitudes of this thousand-year-old temple without hurrying.

People have gods, mountains have spirits, and everything has its own unique traces.

As the divine will stretched, An Qisheng could even feel the strong traces in this ancient temple as he paced.

That's because there are too many masters born in this ancient temple, and over the years, even a unique aura, or magnetic field, has been born.

The place where the luck of the entire Liangzhou gathers is this Huangjue Temple.

"The Taoist is also knowledgeable about Buddhism?"

Sanyin was slightly surprised.

"I know a little bit about it."

An Qisheng smiled slightly.

While the two were talking, all the great monks looked at An Qisheng curiously.

Obviously, he already knows that this is the most powerful 'blood demon' recently.

However, thanks to the light of Yunhaitian, the entire Huangjue Temple knew An Qisheng's character, especially that he killed Feng Qingxuan, which was equivalent to avenging Sande and other seven division commanders.

The attitude is naturally much friendlier.

An Qisheng was aware of it, and his attitude was naturally more relaxed.

He has always been tougher on those who have a tough attitude and more kind to those who are friendly.

Huangjue Temple is antique, full of the breath of the years, An Qisheng is not busy walking, slowly feel the precious spirit precipitated by the years.

This feeling is very wonderful, as if as soon as the mountain is like this, it is shrouded in Buddha rhyme, and an invisible aura makes him feel peaceful.

It's better like an old monk who has gone through the years, and is confiding in him the teachings of Buddhism.

If ordinary people live in it for a long time, and even have the effect of prolonging life, it is almost a dojo in the true sense.

He was a little surprised.

The three seals who followed him were even more shocked.

On this Dao Master, he felt another strange aura, and when he got closer, he even had a feeling of being washed.

This is similar to the aura of the divine vein, but it is plausible.

It is more similar to the aura exuded by Huangjue Temple.

'Where this man is, is the aura?' ’

Inadvertently, Sanyin was shocked beyond words.

The attitude has become more and more relaxed.

Based on this alone, this Taoist chief deserves his current name, and even the rumors in the rivers and lakes are still less.

Call~

Walking around the corner, the line of sight suddenly widens.

What followed was an overwhelming line of sight.

On the wide martial arts arena, thousands of Huangjue Temple monks looked at An Qisheng in unison.

Eyes are the windows of the soul.

A person's eyes often reveal the person's heart.

There is 'witnessing' kung fu in the inner boxing, the eye of the long-floating realm is opened, and there are even deeds that scare ordinary people to death.

Naturally, the thousands of people on the martial arts arena could not have all opened up the 'eye' scripture.

But those who have been practicing martial arts for a long time have extremely strong minds.

At this time, when I looked at it intently, its power was even greater than the power of the salvo of ten thousand arrows on the battlefield!

This may be the return gift of many great monks in the martial arts arena to An Qisheng who came by the dragon, or it is the dismount.

But An Qisheng was unconscious, and his steps did not change in the slightest.

But the mirror hangs high in his heart, and he feels a deeper spirit in these thousands of eyes.

Huangjue Temple for thousands of years, every day to cut the mountains and break the mountain, the road blue wisps to create this foundation, every monk, from the bones is not the Xuanxing above the chanting of the Buddha monks can be compared.

Such a spirit, such an aura.

It is more than the battlefield to cleanse people's hearts, so that he can't help but soothe his spirit.

Airplanes~

The void seemed to ripple and spread.

As An Qisheng walked along, the eyes of the thousands of warrior monks on the martial arts arena went black, and then it was bright again.

In an instant, the Taoist who stepped forward seemed to have turned into a luminous body that emitted infinite light!

In a trance, they seemed to see a majestic gateway standing above the clouds, desolate and brilliant, and people could not look at it directly.

"Huangjue Temple, it really lives up to its name!"

On the edge of the martial arts arena, An Qisheng spoke lightly.

The voice was not loud, but it seemed to pull everyone's spirit back to reality, and all visions seemed to disappear.

"Okay."

Fu Xin praised lightly, and looked at An Qisheng's eyes with a slight light.

"The Taoist has a good will."

The old monk's blank eyebrows moved slightly, and he couldn't help but praise it.

The minds of those who practice martial arts are extremely firm, and any warrior monk in the martial arts arena is enough to frighten ordinary people to collapse at a glance, and his eyes are fixed in one place, which is really an invisible means to kill people.

Although this is a test, it is also a layer of temptation.

If a person is promoted by absorbing the internal strength of others, under such a test, he will inevitably be confused, and even go mad and die.

An Qisheng didn't realize it, and even if one person's spirit could compete with thousands of warrior monks, he could know that his spiritual will was all the best in the world.

"That mouthful, is the Huangjue Bell?"

An Qisheng didn't care about the admiration of a few people, and his eyes flickered, and he had already fallen on the Huangjue Bell.

Divine Soldiers!

At a glance, An Qisheng could see that the bell weighing millions of catties was a divine soldier.

But it wasn't one person's divine soldier, but the entire Huangjue Temple's divine soldier.

If it is said that the center of Liangzhou's luck convergence is Huangjue Temple, then the place where Huangjue Temple's luck gathers is the Huangjue Bell!

In his induction, the yellowed bell is not only the core of the magnetic field of the entire Huangjue Temple, but also the place where the martial arts of the Huangjue Temple have been prosperous for thousands of years!

What a mouthful of the Emperor's Bell.

An Qisheng's eyes couldn't help but light up, and then disappeared again.

This bell was undoubtedly the best divine weapon he had ever seen, both in terms of luck and material.

It's a pity that this bell is the gathering of the spirit of Huangjue Temple's luck and martial arts, if it is not for the people of Huangjue Temple, not only will it be no good, but it will also be eaten back.

Even, if you want to ring this bell, you are afraid that you will have to bear the oppression of the thousand-year-old martial arts of Huangjue Temple.

This oppression is probably more terrible than the weight of the bell itself.

'Waiting for me here. ’

An Qisheng thought about it.

The little monk is enough for a chicken thief.

"Yes, that's the Huangjue Bell."

The Great Monk of the Three Seals took a step forward and said:

"This bell is made of ore veins collected from thousands of mountain peaks, weighing 9,990,000 catties! When this bell was cast, there were tens of thousands of blacksmiths and craftsmen who only participated, and all the monks of our Huangjue Temple helped to cast it for 23 years.

It's been 200 years now! ”

In the face of such a bell, An Qisheng could only nod and praise: "Amazing." ”

A bell weighs 5,000 tons.

Who can say nothing about such a creation?

An Qisheng has seen in his life, and only the Central Plains Buddha that he has ever seen on Xuanxing is heavier than it, and the big Buddha weighs 18,000 tons.

"This bell is difficult to ring, and there are only five or six people in my Huangjue Temple who can ring this bell over the years."

The abbot of Sankong said with a smile:

"The bell hasn't been rung in 50 years, and it would be a great thing if they could do it."

"Not busy."

Anqisheng waved his hand.

"Isn't the Taoist chief regretting it?"

Fu Xin was slightly stunned.

"Not really!"

An Qisheng smiled, looked at Fu Xin deeply, and said: "If you want to bet with me, if I lose, I will destroy such an earth-shattering magic skill as the Tianyi Spirit Sutra, then I will win,

Little monk, what bets do you have on me? ”

“....... Shocking ghosts and gods? ”

The corners of Fu Xin's mouth twitched involuntarily, and he chewed it again, although he felt that this was an exaggeration, but he couldn't say anything.

Could it be that it is worthless to say that the soul snatching magic skill is worthless?

What is the destroyed Dragon Elephant Temple?

After thinking about it, I had to say:

"My master and apprentice have nothing to look up to, if the Taoist chief likes something, just take it."

Hui Guo suddenly interrupted Master's words:

"Except for my donkey!"

Fuxin suddenly realized, and also added: "And my donkey!" ”

“........”

All the great monks were stunned, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

"You're kidding me?"

An Qisheng snorted coldly, and the smile on his face disappeared.

With a flick of his sleeves, he made a gesture to leave.

Fuxin's face changed, and he could only call An Qisheng:

"What kind of bet does the Taoist want to make, just say it bluntly?"

"What did you say?"

Akisheng turned around.

"I said it."

Fu Xin thought that he had won, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he agreed.

Mo said that his golden body was the first to practice the divine vein, that is, this Emperor Jue Bell itself rejected any true qi outside the Buddhist sect, and it was destined that this An Qisheng wanted to surpass himself, at least his true qi or physique was more than five times greater than his own.

It's impossible to lose.

"Good!"

An Qisheng smiled.

You have calculated me, and I have calculated you.

The reason why he never mentioned the bet before also had his own calculations.

Compared with the master and apprentice who have nothing but donkeys, it is naturally much more spacious than the Huangjue Temple, which has been in a state for more than 1,000 years.

The relationship between Longxiang Temple and Huangjue Temple is unknown to others, but he knows.

The patriarch of the Dragon Elephant Temple is the apprentice of the old monk who opened the Huangjue Temple, and the two are of the same origin and the same stream, and the relationship is much better than what others know.

An Qisheng smiled, and Fuxin knew that he had been fooled, but the matter had come to this point, and he could only agree:

"Dare to ask Dao Chief, what bet do you want?"

An Qisheng smiled and said nothing, but his eyes looked straight at Huangjue Zhong.

"Don't ......."

Fuxin and the faces of the great monks of Huangjue Temple have changed.

But I heard Anqisheng speak slowly:

"I want to forge a magic weapon."

Divine soldiers?

Fu Xin suddenly knew the purpose of this old Taoist priest.

But it was dark under the lights.

An Qisheng's strength was so unbelievable that he forgot that he needed a divine weapon.

"The Taoist is prepared."

Before Fu Xin could speak, Sankong shook his head and spoke:

"Not to mention the gambling contract between the Taoist chief and the senior brother, just rely on the fact that the Taoist chief exterminated the demon in front of the chivalrous gate, and my Huangjue Temple should also repay one or two."

He paced two steps forward, and pointed to the Huangjue Bell:

"If the Taoist can ring this bell eighteen times, the old man will be the master of the senior brother, and the gold and iron of the divine soldiers required by the Taoist can be presented by Huangjue Temple!"

Eighteen times?

Many warrior monks in the square were in an uproar.

It is rumored that there are five or six people in Huangjue Temple who can ring this bell, but these five or six people refer to the fact that in the two hundred years since the bell was cast, a total of five or six people can ring this bell!

Today's Huangjue Temple, there are only three people who can ring this bell, including the old ancestor in the back mountain!

Except for the old ancestor, the rest of the people rang this bell nine times at most.

Eighteen times, and it is still necessary for outsiders to knock it?

It's simply impossible.

Fu Xin was also smacking his tongue in his heart, he didn't expect that this junior brother was kind, he was more ruthless than him, and he directly pulled the difficulty to the limit!

Eighteen times, I am afraid that there is only the old ancestor of Huangjue Temple in this world.

The rest of the people, if they are replaced by Pang Wanyang, they can't do it!

"Good!"

But he didn't want to, but An Qisheng didn't want to think about it.

Fu Xin's heart 'clicked', and he saw An Qisheng standing up, and a move had stepped on the bell tower!

Everyone looked intently.

I saw that the big man stood with his sleeves fluttering, and he didn't even touch the bell hammer.

Just one step on the bell tower, flicking his arm and smashing it towards the bronze bell.

In the next moment, everyone changed color in unison.

I only heard a long whistle that was extremely clear, accompanied by the earth-shattering bell echoing between heaven and earth:

"One!"