"Xiao Qi, hit the bell five times, summon the old demon to come!"

Although Xianzhi Mountain is a big mountain in the inner gate, but because everyone in the world is oriented to the martial arts, there are too few strong people who have entered the Dao of refining medicine, therefore, there are only two strong people on Xianzhi Mountain who have entered the Holy Realm.

And on Xianzhi Mountain, except for the two of Ghost Yunzi, there are only dozens of disciples who watch the mountain, all of them are only below the middle stage of the emperor, once the fight starts, it is really useless.

Ghost Yunzi had to hurriedly summon a little medicine boy to ring the Three Holy Bells in the Xianzhi Shandan Hall to inform the Elder Demon of the Deputy Zhangshan who was retreating among the mountains of the Inner Gate.

The boy named Xiaoqi hurriedly came to the gilded bell in the hall of the Dandian and cast it with the iron of the stars, jumped in the air, and kicked the round golden silk nanmu next to the Sansheng bell with his little foot, and kicked five times in a row.

"Knock knock knock!"

Five rings of the three holy bells, the roar spread to all sides.

The people of Zhenwu Mountain, everyone knows that this three holy bells are the treasure of Xianzhi Mountain.

According to legend, this treasure bell is extremely powerful, and ordinary first-class supremes are helpless to take it, and under the supreme, from the refining to the present, no one in the realm of transformation can shake it.

At the same time, the bells of the three holy bells rang several times, and there was a kind of doorway that everyone knew.

One sound, ordinary festivals, three sounds, distinguished guests coming, five sounds, the order to gather the mountain, seven sounds, Zhenwu Mountain starts a war with the outside world, nine sounds, the catastrophe of destroying the door!

Xiao Qikong had just walked up to the Dan Hall on the top of the mountain with the disciples of the mountain in tow, when he heard the bell ringing in the antique hall, his eyelids jumped, and he scolded in a low voice.

"Damn, is this old ghost going to fight hard? Three Saints and Five Bells!"

Chapter 219 of "The Sword Rises from the People" Five rings and three holy bells, each with a small abacus is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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