The three incomparably clear bells, like the sounds of heaven that can wash away all the dust in the world, no one feels abrupt, and no one thinks it should be.

When the bell rang, farthest away from heaven and earth, an old man wearing a hat and holding a long-line fishing rod gently lifted the fishing rod in his hand, and looked at the dense clouds below with intelligent eyes, sometimes staring, sometimes pondering, as if something unexpected had happened, and he was a little powerless.

"The bell has ringed, 100,000 years, lonely. The old man sighed, and put the fishing line in his hand into the clouds again.

In the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, Ao Guang was still standing next to the altar, babbling non-stop, and he never stopped since he entered the room.

When the bell rang, the first to react was Lao Bai, who had been waiting outside, the bell rang, Lao Bai's brows furrowed, a pair of eyes stared at Ao Guang in the door, and then moved his gaze up, looking at the long sword in the middle of the altar.

Ao Guang heard some bells ringing at this time, his eyes were a little excited, and the expression on his face seemed to confirm something, and then he got up suddenly, looking at the long sword in the middle of the altar with burning eyes, just under the gaze of the two of them.

After three bells, the long sword that had stood upright for an unknown number of years in the middle of the altar suddenly began to tremble like a human, and there was a rumbling sound on the blade, and then some silver rust pieces fell off it, and then there was a sharp sword sound.

Seeing this, Ao Guang's eyes were even more excited, and his burly body trembled as he watched the rejuvenated long sword in the field.

"It's finally ringing, are you coming back?" Ao Guang whispered, his emotions a little out of control.

And Lao Bai, who was in the door, looked at the sudden change in this long sword, and his heart was also shocked.

It's not how good this sword is, but the former owner of this sword has indeed made Heavenly Court suffer a loss.

Moreover, shortly after the dragon gate was opened, three bells rang, which was similar to the scene 100,000 years ago.

"In this heaven and earth, is there another Dragon Emperor?" Lao Bai waved the dust, and no one could understand the complicated expression in his heart at this time.

The other three Dragon Palace Lords, who were convening their subordinates at the Dragon Palace Residence, heard this bell, and the faces of the three of them showed the same reaction, shock, and fear.

Not only them, but the face of the Jade Emperor who was far away in the Heavenly Court Lingxiao Treasure Hall also became a little more solemn, and there was also a trace of anger in his golden pupils.

The immortals, monks, humans, and demons who heard these three bells between heaven and earth were old enough to understand the meaning of these bells.

After all, 100,000 years is enough time for many people and things in the world to forget everything that happened in this world.

Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, only had excitement on his face, he raised his fingers and gently touched the long sword that was shining again, although his fingers were cut by the light of the sword body, and drops of golden blood were cut from the wound, not a single one was left, all of them were sucked into the long sword, but he turned a deaf ear to it.

If a monk sees it, he will be shocked by the origin of this sword, whether it is Ao Guang's cultivation or his strong body, there is only one thing in this world that can cut his body and make the wound unrecoverable, that is, the Dragon Soul Sword.

As its name suggests, the Dragon Soul Sword is capable of breaking through the flesh of all dragons, no matter how strong your cultivation is or how strong your flesh is, this sword seems to have been forged to restrain dragons.

At the same time, he is also the personal sword of the Dragon Emperor Ao Chenfeng 100,000 years ago, no one knows where this sword came from, but its ferocity, any dragon clan can be frightened by it.

Now that he appeared in Ao Guang's palace, and let him cut through his body and absorb his own blood, coupled with his expression at this time, no one would think that he had nothing to do with the Dragon Emperor Ao Chenfeng 100,000 years ago.

Lao Bai, who was standing outside the door, sighed, as if he had seen a familiar shadow with a sword in the scorching sun in the sky, and then the Dragon Emperor sword was directly aimed at the Jade Emperor's eyebrows.

He felt a little headache, such an unreasonable Dragon Emperor who would only act rashly, but his strength was overwhelming.

After the three bells rang, many dragons on the steps in front of the dragon gate who had stopped moving forward again, Ao Xiaoning still took heavy steps, but this time his face had a more calm expression, and he looked more mature.

Zhang Yixian stopped on a step, nibbling on a fairy fruit in his mouth, and the rich immortal aura made him forget the fatigue on the road for a while.

There seemed to be a trace of pursuit in his firm gaze, and after the continuous polishing of the heavy pressure on the steps, his heart gradually changed from impetuous to calm, and his eyes became more sharp and introverted.

And in the golden seal of the city god hanging around his waist, a low, respectful sigh sounded inside, it knew that the ringing of this bell meant that the older generation of heroes had passed away, and the last trace left in this heaven and earth had disappeared, and it also meant that one of these descendants would inherit his mantle and will complete his unfinished business.

Under the dragon gate, the small clock formed by the gray air flow stopped swaying, and the eternal figure sitting on the steps slowly moved.

Like a human getting up, it gradually stood up from the steps and stepped onto the dragon gate.

The gray on its body was vanishing, turning into streams of air flowing from its entire body towards the door frame of the dragon gate.

The gray air flow receded from it, just as its figure stepped onto the dragon gate.

The gray faded, revealing a white as pure as snow, no longer a complete shadow.

A man stands under the gantry after the gray air currents have completely dissipated.

is like an unruly talent, dressed in white, and his face is handsome and charming.

The man stood under the dragon gate, looking up at the pitch-black dragon gate frames on both sides with some empty eyes, and then he stepped aside, and gently stroked it with his palm, as if caressing his lover, gently, affectionately and lovingly.

The man turned his head and stared at Ao Xiaoning, who was still moving forward on the steps below, with a ruthless face.

Then his body started from the soles of his feet, transformed into a little starlight, and from the moment his figure stepped on the dragon gate, he was destined to no longer leave traces in the world.

A little bit of light flew under the dragon gate, and when it finally dissipated, his eyes looked at the place where his sword was stored in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea. There was a little softness in the empty eyes.

The last trace of Ao Chenfeng left in the world dissipated under the dragon gate, leaving nothing behind.

No one in the world knows what the life of this once legendary Dragon Emperor is, and perhaps his story and ferocity have long been imprinted in their hearts by their enemies.