The Northern Territory was peaceful, and all peoples of the ancient times were afraid, hibernating and not daring to make any moves.
However, all parts of the world are boiling, and the bell is ringing without beginning, like the first ray of divine light from the beginning, piercing the darkness and illuminating the way forward for the human race.
The resurrection of the Great Emperor Wushi will suppress all races. This is something that everyone has passed on, and there are discussions everywhere, breaking the tranquility for many days.
Maybe it's been suppressed for too long, many people wishful thinking that the ancient emperor will really appear and will break all the existing patterns.
However, the bell didn't last long and stopped abruptly. Many people were waiting nervously, and many people were even a little panicked, fearing that there would be eternal silence again.
"Why is this happening?"
"Is Wushi really alive?"
The human race is worried, but the ancient people are indifferent. Everyone is paying attention and waiting silently.
At this moment, the people in the Valley of the Gods let out a sigh of relief, their tense nerves relaxed a little, and a cold killing intent appeared on their faces.
Two days passed, but there was no movement from Zishan, Zhong Bo seemed to have never appeared.
The indifferent smiles on the faces of some Primordial Clan powerhouses grew stronger, the tense heartstrings in the Valley of the Gods relaxed, and the warships gathered. Although they did not act, they were ready at any time.
In the purple mountain, Ye Fan and Zhang Lin were sitting together, the Heaven Swallowing Demon Jar was hanging above it, sinking and floating, and thousands of strands of black light hung down, covering them.
Ye Fan is suppressing with the weapon of the ancient emperor, and wants to help the fifth generation Yuan Tianshi shed all his red hair and get rid of the evil spirit in his body.
However, two days passed but Zhang Lin's fate could not be changed. The red body hair decreased, but his body smelled rotten.
"Don't waste your efforts in vain, when I return to normal, it will be the end of my life." Yuan Tianshi sighed.
Who in the world can not die? One sentence stumped so many outstanding talents, even the ancient great emperor collapsed in the years and returned to the dust.
Yuan Tianshi, who walks proudly in the nature of the world, digs out all the secrets underground, can obtain amazing treasures, can extend his life, but cannot be immortal.
Ten thousand years have passed since Zhang Lin disappeared in his later years. No ordinary person can live for such a long time. He is not a great holy body, let alone a great emperor of the human race. If he hadn't become a demon, he would have died long ago.
Now, Ye Fan wanted to forcibly drive away all the mysteries in his body, but he could only let him rot and become a dead body.
Zhang Lin was not disappointed. After living for so long, he was already a person whose life energy was exhausted, and he did not love longevity.
"The ancient emperor's weapon is really domineering, it can suppress the mysteries in my body, and now I can finally stay awake for a while."
"Senior, why did you snatch the medicine king from me not long ago? Do you need it?" Ye Fan asked.
"Yeah, why did I do this? I'm confused, why do I have this instinct?" Zhang Lin said to himself, and then grabbed his waist-length blood-colored hair.
He showed pain, then murmured, pulled off bunches of horrible red hairs, walked around, and finally showed a terrifying look in his eyes.
"Aww..."
Finally, Zhang Lin let out a roar like a beast, his eyes turned red, and he ran away like the wind.
He passed through one ancient cave after another, and disappeared at the end of the path, howling like a wounded beast.
After a long time, he appeared, holding a huge stone in his arms, and there was a beautiful woman in it, like a lotus flower, flawless, clean and beautiful.
"It's her!" Ye Fan was surprised. When he entered Purple Mountain in the past, he not only met Jiang Taixu, the god king, but also met a woman who was sealed in Yuanzhong, this person.
"Save her!" Zhang Lin said hoarsely.
Ye Fan suddenly understood that this was Yang Yi, the Saintess of Yaochi 10,000 years ago, whom he had heard about from Master Zhang Wu.
Yang Yi is Zhang Lin's confidante. When she learned that something bad happened to her in her later years, she was heartbroken. Regardless of her own life or death, she resolutely entered Zishan and never appeared in the world again.
"I owed her too much back then, and even after I died, she fell into a desperate situation." Zhang Lin's voice was trembling, and his red-haired hands were trembling.
This piece of source is full of sacred aura, and its brilliance is restrained. Ye Fan was stunned, and he really missed it back then. This is clearly a special piece of divine source.
The usual Shenyuan is golden in color. At that time, there was no Xueyuan Tianshu, and it was learned that there were other colors of Shenyuan, but they didn't know it.
However, this was not made of the divine source liquid, but Zhang Lin sealed Yang Yi in after the crack. Using the method of banning immortals and six seals, mixed with other divine source powder, embedded in those cracks, and sealed it for ten thousand years.
Yang Yi went to Zishan to die in love for the celestial master of seeking the source. Zhang Lin was half-demon and half-human. After becoming a red-haired monster, he lost his mind, but still had an instinct to save Yang Yi, which made Ye Fan sigh.
"when… "
The beginningless bell rang again, and this time the ringing continued continuously, shocking the whole world.
One day, two days... ten days...
More than ten days passed, the bell continued to ring, the five domains shook, and the human race boiled.
This is the reputation without beginning. No matter how many years have passed, when the bell rings, it is still shocking and everyone is nervous.
This time the Taikoo Ten Thousand Clans were really scared. Who could make the bell ring continuously for more than ten days
The Valley of the Gods was completely suppressed this time, and his eager mind suddenly became cold, like cold water splashing on his head, he did not dare to act rashly, and lay dormant quietly.
"when… "
Two months have passed, and the bell of Infinity is still ringing, making the entire Northern Territory peaceful. No ancient creature dared to stand up, and they were all silenced.
This is a big wave, and now many people believe that the Great Emperor Wushi has manifested, otherwise how could there be such a long bell wave
In the Purple Mountain, Ye Fan's face was pale, and he coughed up countless mouthfuls of blood in the past two months, taking a bite of Medicine King every two days.
He was in the Heaven Swallowing Demon Jar, blocking all the bell waves, but the Emperor of the Extreme Way was unmatched, even the slightest tremor was fatal.
The magic lid sealed the jar tightly, and he was in it, but even so, he suffered a lot. If it weren't for holding two pieces of green copper, it would have become a pool of blood mud.
The two emperor soldiers were facing each other, and every day he would activate the magic pot, shoot out a ray of black light, and lightly tap the big clock hanging in the stone wall above.
If it weren't for the Polar Pot, if it weren't for the green copper, even the saint would have already become scum, no one can stop Zhong Bo, it would be devastating.
The Wushi Bell can ring by itself, which is beyond imagination, as if someone is urging it, and Ye Fan deeply understands its horror. No wonder several imperial soldiers failed to succeed.
In this world, perhaps only the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Jar is the same. After complete integration, it can revive itself without anyone controlling it, and can fight against the Wushi Bell.
"when… "
The bell has been ringing continuously for more than two months, and cracks have appeared in the holy shell that Ye Fan took over, and he was still affected by disaster.
However, his harvest in the past two months is also huge, the big bell roars, the magic jar vibrates, and the Dao lines criss-cross, everywhere.
He is sitting in the pot of swallowing the sky, holding two pieces of old copper while protecting his body while silently comprehending and practicing. These two months are better than twenty years!
Only at this moment did he understand how difficult it is for Xian San to cut the way, not to mention two months to twenty years, even two hundred years.
Xian San said, what exactly is he going to cut off
Ye Fan was stuck here, he was almost at a loss, he found that there were too many fetters, the whole person should be cut off!
Since ancient times, this hurdle has stopped many amazing and talented people. It is recorded in ancient books that in ancient times, there were several geniuses who shocked the past, modern and future, and they all fell in this hurdle. Otherwise, there might be a few more Great Emperor.
Moreover, there are legends that some of the great emperors of the human race almost fell to the hurdle of Xiansan, one can imagine how difficult it is.
It is impossible for a mediocre person to break through, but the stronger the person, the greater the resistance may be. The so-called talent may become a natural chasm on the road ahead.
Hearing the ringing of the endless bell and watching the vibration of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Jar, Ye Fan comprehended quietly and remained motionless. Even if there were some cracks on his body, he was not afraid.
Inside the holy shell's eyebrows, a golden god sits cross-legged, and that is himself, embracing the tripod, listening to the rhythm of the bell wave and the magic pot, and constantly enlightening his own way.
Immortal San cuts the way, it takes a lifetime to fight, but it doesn't pay hard work, it is difficult to have results, the sky cuts the human way, destroys the foundation.
Since ancient times, no one can achieve it overnight, and no one has ever been able to pass the test smoothly. The same is true for the ancient emperors, who have to cut the way with their lives.
For more than two months, listening to the Taoist voice, the golden little figure in the Holy Shell Immortal Terrace became more and more resplendent, embracing the tripod and uniting into one, blooming nine immortal divine rings.
He stepped up to the ninth small step in the second heaven of Xiantai. Yes, if not for two pieces of imperial soldiers confronting each other, if not for being inside the flesh shell of a saint, he would have passed the calamity long ago.
It is believed that once he returns to his original body and his physical body is consistent with his soul, he will immediately overcome the tribulation and become the most powerful person in the second heaven.
As for Xiansan...it was too difficult, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take this step, and finally he sighed.
"when!"
The last bell rang, Zishan slowly returned to Qingning, and Zhong Bo disappeared on this day.
After three months, Ye Fan finally persevered, and the primordial spirit in Xiantai became more and more radiant, much stronger, and lived in a tripod, like an immortal god.
The body shell, as powerful as the ancient saint, hid in the extreme emperor's army, and there were dense cracks, but it was not destroyed after all, and it was preserved, but the medicine king was almost exhausted.
Ye Fan didn't regard this experience as an ordeal, but realized with his heart that facing the roar of the beginningless clock wave and the sky-swallowing magic jar in the past three months will also benefit him for a lifetime.
At this time, the whole world was suppressed, and no one was not afraid. The ancient peoples no longer dared to act rashly, and all of them were afraid.
In the past three months, I don't know how many human monks kowtowed to Zishan, almost like a pilgrimage, kowtowing step by step.
But the ancient ten thousand races were silent like cicadas, hiding in their lairs, not daring to step out.
The bell rang continuously for three months without beginning, the world was overwhelmed, and all living beings were trembling, but they didn't know that a bigger storm was coming.
"It's far from enough. How can I be overwhelmed by only hearing the bell wave and not showing the emperor's skills." Ye Fan said to himself, and then sent a voice transmission to the Heaven Swallowing Demon Jar, saying: "Patriarch, you and I should take the god of death with us to the end. .”