After he left, a tattooed man walked out of the crowd, he stretched out his hands, combined and pressed on the bronze bell, in front of everyone's eyes, he pressed the bronze bell, a sound, the sound wave appeared, vibrating the leaves next to the bronze bell, swaying down the sound lines, he closed his eyes, pressed again, and felt the power of the bronze bell with his heart. After a long time, he opened his eyes, "I did my best, this thing does not belong to me." ”

"Isn't it possible that the Dragon Guardian can't comprehend the subtlety?"

The tattooed man, his hands merged, "This thing is waiting for a destined person." You and I are neither. The young man's face was calm, "What the master said is true, I want to tell the master, I also feel the kind of power he exudes, but this power makes us feel a kind of trembling. ”

"There should be more than a mantra to purify spiritual power. The young man directly transmitted the voice to the tattooed man, and the tattooed man nodded slightly. "I have the opportunity to try out the mysteries of this with the master. ”

The bell was cut off, the crowd dispersed, and in the dim evening, a vague figure stood beside the bronze bell, he looked at the bronze bell, touched it quietly, and in a blink of an eye it was dark, and his figure merged into the night.

Sanjing had a strange dream, the vague figure sat cross-legged next to the bronze bell, in the dark night, he waved his hand, Sanjing stood next to an old elm tree, looking at the silent night. The desolation under the shadow of the moon, the terrible silence. "Come!!" A floating word came into Sanjing's ears, and in the room, Sanjing suddenly opened his eyes, and sweat slid down his cheeks, "What did I dream of?"

Sleepless late at night, he took out a meditation mantra and studied it repeatedly, dissolving the clutter in his heart, a green lamp lit up the whole room, and the picture scroll spread out on the table, "This is given to me by my uncle!" Putting down the meditation mantra, he got out of bed and approached the table, sat down, and the thought came to his mind that his uncle was wearing a green robe, carrying a big sword behind him, a powerful momentum, and a demeanor beyond the world, "When will I be like my uncle and master?"

In the picture, there is only one person holding a spear, riding a swarthy hunting tiger under his crotch, the tiger's teeth are defective, the tiger's back is a pair of looming wings, and the soaring kingly spirit fills the whole picture. The strong man on the back of the tiger had a focused face, the muscles of his whole body were bulging, his black and yellow skin, and the clouds in the sky turned into a white dragon, stretching out his fangs and roaring at the sky.

In the blink of an eye, his sleepiness hit him again, and in a daze, he fell asleep. The figure next to the bronze bell in the dream still exists, and there is no longer a call for Sanjing.

In the early morning, the fog rose, enveloping the entire Dao Sect Mountain Range, every day there were countless mortals kneeling outside the sect, praying to open the door to accept worship, a sedan chair sat down, a veiled woman approached the sect, another sedan chair fell behind her, and a prime man in a golden suit walked down, "Wind, how long will the Dao sect open?"

"Lord, there is still half an hour", the iron sword hung on his waist, the masked young man bowed his head and spoke, and the man in the golden suit exhaled heavily, "Prepare, we have to face the Dao Sect." His face was solemn, and he turned his eyes to the waterhole beside him.

This waterhole in front of the Taoist sect, the civilians next to it use clay pots to get water here, this water is very watery, fresh and refined, the devourer is physically and mentally healthy, and gets rid of fatigue. The man in gold knelt down on one knee, took out a leg bone from his arms, and soaked it in the water, revealing a psychic feeling.

"Is this leg bone, ......my lord?" the masked young man wondered.

"Yes, it is the leg bone of the ancestor of the clan, this bone was transformed last night, the ancestor passed on a dream to me, let me use the water of the sect pond to soak, I think something must happen to this ossified form. ”

At this time, the masked woman approached, "Father, my ancestors also passed on dreams to me, so I should pay more attention to the opportunities of the Taoist sect." The man in the golden suit nodded, "The Dao Sect is a great sect of the human race, with countless opportunities and countless strong people. My ancestor was also a pioneer of the wasteland, and he left a divine thought for my clan back then, that is, let my clan always have a brilliant opportunity. ”

"Don't waste the opportunity left to us by our ancestors, I don't think there will be many opportunities. The gold-robed man's face was silent, and his heart was turbulent.

The clouds and mist in the sky gradually loosened, and there were many human races gathered at the door, and the bronze bell in the sect rang, one sound, the flowers and plants in the sect avoided it, and the second sound, the sky and the sky were scorching in the sky, and the three sounds, opening the door to welcome guests.

"This sect is also troublesome, disturbing my purity. A flying cloth flew down from the sky, a fat bald man, holding a wine jug, raised his head and drank, the smell of wine was flying, a wine burp shook the dust, he slapped the wine jug, and disappeared into the air along with the flying cloth in the air.

"This isn't a drunkard, He Qingfeng!!" The man in the golden suit clasped his fists and saluted, and the bald man opened his eyes and said, "Yo, the Dream Soul Clan is here, I think the Dream Patriarch still owes me a pot of wine and will return it?"

"Hehe, the drunkard opened his mouth, and sat down in the clan afterwards!!" "Okay! I want to drink with such a cheerful person." ”

More figures flew out of the sky one after another, and a man wearing red armor all over his body, his whole body was full of murderous aura, and he stepped into the sect, "The red devil is here!" The sky ghost laughed again and again, dressed in white, and the peach blossoms were flying around him, "The white devil is also here!" Just as the sky was quiet, the man in the golden suit wanted to approach the gate, the void in the distance of the sky froze, and a faceless brave man walked out, and the void behind him directly drew a crack that could not be condensed for a long time.

The gold-robed man's face was dull, "Phaseless Battle Immortal!" He looked into the distance in shock, and the ancient roared, and a fierce dragon opened its eyes, revealing the outline of its whole body, "Beast Venerable!" "Why are they all here!!! He couldn't calm down at this time.

The gate of the Taoist Sect officially welcomes guests, and a light shines on the mountain top of the sect, like a creature that is about to awaken through time and space, all the trees in the surrounding mountains are withered, and the fierce dragon in the sky reveals a sense of jealousy and doubt, and on the top of the Taoist Tower, a vicissitudes of life comes out, "The Taoist Sect will gather a passerby to fight the wilderness." As soon as these words came out, the road powerhouse suddenly frowned, "Daozun, we are not strong enough to fight in the wilderness again, and we need to cultivate and prepare for war." ”

On the top of the tower, there was silence for a few breaths, "The Dao turtle awakens, the direction it points to, it is the way out for our clan, and when it is waiting, it will die." "On the top of the mountain, a turtle shell burst through the sky with barbs, and it raised its head and opened its eyes into the distance.

"After March, go on the expedition!!" The Dao light in the air disappeared, and the Dao ghost on the top of the mountain turned into a stone sculpture, his eyes wide open, "It's still coming!"

The vicissitudes of life disappeared, and all the road powerhouses showed hesitation, thinking in place, the people in golden clothes were even more shocked, "Daozong is crazy!" "Is my clan opening up the wilderness?"

The leg bones on his body quietly turned into dust at this time, and a golden thread fell on a bedroom table, and the other end stabbed directly into the masked woman's forehead, the masked woman was pricked, and with a bang, the man in gold turned his head to look at the masked woman, "What's wrong, ah Zhen"

The masked woman looked calm under the mask, "It's okay, father." ”

At the other end, this young man was Sanjing, he walked to the table, saw the lines in the sun, touched it with his hand, but disappeared in a blink of an eye, revealing doubts, and sat at the table in a daze.

A sigh came out of the void, with guilt.