The verdant mountains are shrouded in a light veil by the hazy white mist, like the undulating waves of the sea, turbulent, majestic and magnificent, overlapping shadows in the misty clouds and smoke, flickering far and near, like a few light strokes, smeared on the blue sky in the distance. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are five peaks in the ten thousand mountains that have not entered the sky, majestic and dangerous, the aura is compelling, I don't know how big it is, even if it is a mortal, it is impossible to climb one ten-thousandth of the peak in a lifetime.

There is a mountain, which is verdant throughout, and there is a plain on the mountainside, which is mostly sandy, with occasional shrubs, like a desert.

In the middle of the desert, there is a river here, there is 800 zhang wide, there is a magnificent Taoist temple in the upper reaches of the river, the construction is very wide, to the mountain behind the desert stretches away, among which the green smoke curls, straight up to the sky, between the lush green trees, the white crane flies, there are bursts of murmuring sound come out.

In front of a large hall in the Taoist temple, here is a small square, there is a big tripod in the center of the square, burning three long incense sticks, a large amount of green smoke straight into the sky, the green smoke in the Taoist temple is derived from this long incense.

In front of the young people, there was an old man with white hair and fairy bones, his expression was down, and there was a little hope in his eyes when he looked at the young man in the square.

"Dao Tian Five Mountains, Nine Sects and Eight Sects, my Desolate God Sect was originally the third sect on Dao Tian Mountain, second only to the Reverse Dao Sect and the first Dao Heaven Sect. ”

"The Great Dao is ruthless, since thousands of years ago, my ancestor Desolate God fell in the catastrophe, since then no one has been able to cultivate the source of the Dao and achieve the Dao Master, and my Desolate God Sect has also declined, so that now it has fallen to the bottom of the nine sects and eight sects, and the sect has been forced to move to the fifth mountain. ”

"This is the shame of my sect, you need to keep it in mind, always spur yourself to practice hard, and have the consciousness to dedicate everything to the strengthening of the sect!" The old man's voice slowly spread throughout the square and into the ears of all the young people.

Among the many teenagers, one of them was an ordinary-looking teenager with dark pupils and confusion in his eyes, and when he heard the old man's voice, he suddenly hit a spirit, as if he was awake, and he looked left and right at a loss.

"What is this place? I remember that I wasn't bombarding the Eastern Wilderness Bell? By the way, I remember that my mind seemed to be attracted to the Eastern Wilderness Bell... It hurts, it hurts," the boy thought, and suddenly there was a tearing pain in his head.

"Wang Xiaofan, Wang Xiaofan, are you okay? The Great Elder is preaching, you..." A teenager beside him noticed his abnormality and opened his mouth a little worriedly.

"Wang Xiaofan?" the young man suddenly came to his senses and looked at the honest young man beside him.

"Is there any problem, what's the fuss about hearing your name!" Seeing Wang Xiaofan's expression, the honest young man was stunned.

"My name is Han Zixie, I am not Wang Xiaofan. The boy patted his head, still feeling a little dizzy.

"Snort~ You haven't woken up yet, immersed in a dream!" The honest young man sneered and ignored him.

"In a dream? yes, it must be so, I should be in a dream, or... It's in the dream of the Eastern Desolate God Bell, haha!" the young man laughed and patted his thigh, with a realization in his eyes.

"Hey, it's not my body, oh, yes, I'm pulled in by my sense. Han Zixie's consciousness was revealed, and when he saw the owner of this body, he found that it was not his own appearance, and his appearance was not outstanding.

The honest young man glanced at Wang Xiaofan, who was muttering non-stop beside him, shook his head slightly, and then listened attentively.

"Since this is in the dream of the Eastern Wilderness God Bell, then I'll call Wang Xiaofan, but what good things can I get here?" Wang Xiaofan, who was possessed by Han Zixie, raised his head and looked at the sky, and Han Zixie was startled again.

"Two suns, what the hell is this place?" Above the sky, there were two suns, one large and one small, sprinkling soft sunlight.

At this moment, the sky suddenly changed, the wind and clouds surged, and there was a click, and I saw that the void above the main hall seemed to be torn open, and a crack of thousands of zhang appeared.

There was a golden light emitting from the crack, and with a bang, a huge golden phantom appeared from the crack, turning into a golden bell with a size of thousands of zhang above the sky, exuding a coercion like heavenly might, and bursts of ancient aura filled the heavens and the earth.

"Eastern Wilderness God Bell?" Han Zixie couldn't help but exclaim when he saw this giant bell.

"What is the Eastern Desolate God Bell, why don't you even know the Desolate God Bell of my sect, don't look stupid, don't bow down yet!" The honest young man glanced at Han Zixi strangely, and then quickly knelt down.

"Aragami Bell?" Han Zi muttered to himself with a shake in his heart, and bowed down to the golden bell with everyone.

After the golden bell appeared, the cracks in the void disappeared, and above the bell, a hole suddenly appeared in the clouds in the sky, and a golden light spread out, shooting directly above the main hall.

The golden mangs dissipated, and a giant with a golden body of the same size of several thousand zhang stood in the void, looking at everyone with an indifferent expression, and a breath of destruction lingered in the void, which seemed to be suffocating.

"Even in a dream, such a dream... It's incredible!" Han Zixie's heart shook violently, and he looked at this scene in disbelief, dumbfounded.

"Wang Xiaofan, what stupid thing are you talking about, that's our sect master, don't hurry up and lower your head. The honest young man lowered his head and was startled by Han Zixie's behavior, and scolded Han Zixie with an anxious face.

"Sect Master?" Han Zixie felt a sense of worship in his heart, and hurriedly lowered his head.

"Wait until you get up!" a majestic voice roared in all directions, causing the void to shake incessantly.

"Huh?" Han Zi stood up and looked intently, the previous giant was no longer there, but in front of the main hall, there was a middle-aged man wearing a golden robe.

His face was white and beardless, his eyebrows were like knives, his eyes were like the sun, moon and stars, and he looked at everyone majestically, and the white-haired old man who had preached for everyone before stood respectfully behind the middle-aged man.

"You are all the core disciples of my sect, how much you can perceive this time, it all depends on the artificiality of each person, and the incense of the Dao Protector is extinguished, which is when the Aragami Bell is dusty again, and you can do it yourself. The middle-aged man glanced at the three incense sticks in the big tripod in the square, and nodded slightly to the white-haired old man beside him.

"Aragami Bell open!" The white-haired old man took a step forward and appeared in the sky, a whisk of dust flashed in his hand, and he waved at the young people in the square under the constant gesture.

With a wave of the old man's dust, Han Zixi felt as if his body was being pulled by something, and began to rise into the air with everyone, heading straight for the quaint golden bell.

"It turns out that the creation is still in the Zhong, and you should be able to leave after obtaining the creation! I want to hurry, the world here is too terrible. A trace of excitement appeared on Han Zixie's face, and when he flew towards the golden bell, he glanced at the middle-aged man on the ground.

When Han Zixie's eyes looked, the middle-aged man also looked up at Han Zixie, and the two eyes touched in the air, and with a bang, Han Zixie's mind roared, and he had a feeling that his soul was about to leave his body, as if he was going to squeeze himself out of this world.

"I haven't attained enlightenment yet, how can I leave!" Han Zixi roared, and there was a feeling in his heart that if he left this place at this time, he would never have the opportunity to come back a second time.

At this moment, no one could notice that a black light suddenly flashed behind Han Zixie, and a black broken blade appeared and disappeared in an instant, and the feeling that Han Zixie's soul was about to be squeezed out of this realm also dissipated, and his body went straight to the golden bell.

The middle-aged man glanced at Han Zixie meaningfully, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

"This son has a strong heart, and he can still insist on his will under my gaze, and he may not be able to succeed this time!" The middle-aged man slowly spoke with expectation in his eyes.

"This son's name is Wang Xiaofan, he has been in the sect for twelve years, his qualifications are average, but he has great perseverance, he has the worst qualifications among all the core disciples, but his cultivation is in the middle and upper. The white-haired old man smiled and told the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, looking at the teenagers flying towards the golden bell, and there was a hint of complexity in the depths of his expression.