Chapter 462 Silent Bell

There are more and more people on the mountain, except for a few familiar faces, some familiar robes and Taoist uniforms, and many people wearing unfamiliar clothes, perhaps monks from the Wu Kingdom and the North, each standing in the clouds.

After a few breaths, a person finally stood out from the clouds. He had a young face, dressed in white clothes, and his sleeves were painted with light gold patterns. His hands were empty, he just cupped his hands and looked around, and said softly:

"It's not enough for everyone to just stand around. No matter what we want to fight for, we must at least open up this big formation. In the next [Xiuyue Sect] Nian Yi, if everyone has no objections, I will organize several sects to organize this first The formation opens."

This monk's wind-controlling spell is very powerful. Even if the sky is filled with [Chongyuan Gale], he can still ride the wind and stand in the air. Although he cannot move at will, he still shows superhuman wind-controlling skills. .

Xiu Yue Sect has a great reputation and is transcendent among all the immortal sects. As soon as this statement came out, no one dared to speak rudely. You looked at me and I looked at you, or they looked at each other with their eyes, nose, nose, and heart, without saying a word.

After a breath, a middle-aged man fell from the clouds. He was dressed simply and held a long knife behind him. He stood with his arms folded and said calmly:

"Jinyu Sect, Zhang Yun."

This person's aura was plain and calm, but everyone turned their attention to him. Nian Yi looked surprised, cupped his fists and said:

"I never thought that the senior would come in person this time, and the junior would be disrespectful..."

Zhang Yun waved his hand, and two people rose up from below. It was the man in black and gold robes and Yu Muxian, standing in the clouds, and said:

"Qingchi Yuanwu, Tang Shedu, Yu Muxian."

The three sects of the Yue Kingdom all came forward, but no overseas monks showed up. Instead, a man rose up on the wind, dressed in blue-grey, wearing a jade crown on his head, and with a handsome face:

"The leader of the State of Wu is Huaishan and celebrating the occasion."

Qingzhuo stopped in the clouds. Neither Nian Yi of Xiuyue Sect nor Zhang Yun of Jinyu Sect showed any surprise. It seemed to be a matter of course. On the contrary, Qingzhuo opened his mouth, glanced around below and said softly:

"The Qingsong Taoism is spread all over Wuyue. It is reasonable for us to take the things in this palace. As for the monks from Jiangbei and overseas, please disperse! Try your luck in the clouds outside. Maybe you can catch something."

As soon as these words came out, the people below were either happy or worried. Li Xuanfeng's eyes quickly moved over the faces of Lin Chensheng and Bi Yuzhuang. He found that they were not surprised, and thought to himself:

"The real people in Jiangnan have long been divided... The Donghuo Cave looked like this back then. It even looked more disciplined because there were real people entering back then..."

The three sects all belong to the Jindan Taoist tradition, plus the Changhuai Mountain of Wu State. Just looking at it for a moment, many East China Sea monks have already taken off in the wind and flown around. They have gone away, leaving only The two of them were still standing where they were.

Qing Zhuo glanced at it, and one of them stepped forward nervously and replied:

"I'm [Jun Yiyi]..."

Qingzhuo didn't wait for him to finish. He curled his lips in dissatisfaction, but didn't say anything. He looked at Zhang Yun beside him, and his tone was quite respectful:

"I thought that senior had already retreated to break through Zifu, but I never thought that senior would come to this cave in person..."

Zhang Yun shook his head and didn't say much. Then Qingzhuo took out a token from his arms.

The token was completely green and gray, with three ancient characters engraved on it. It seemed to have no divine light. Li Xuanfeng looked at it intently and used his pupil technique to capture the three characters on the token in an instant.

"[Qing Changhuai]."

Yishan City has a long history, and most of it contains ancient characters in ancient books. He could easily identify the ancient characters.

The large array in front of me slowly lit up, without any unexpected changes or resistance, it just disappeared in front of all the monks.

'The token of Changhuai Mountain can actually open this great formation...'

As soon as the formation was opened, before anyone could take action, several rays of light burst out in an instant. First, the man who was cross-legged on the ground suddenly twitched, and the crystal light blue sword on his chest jumped out, like a ferocious falcon. , flying towards the sky outside.

And the man's bones also turned into ashes in an instant, and countless golden lights shot out, turning into golden birds in the air, blinking their eyes and chirping, being extremely agile, flapping their wings, and flying in all directions.

And the corpse that reached out to grab the jade box finally fell to the ground with a plop, turning into a red heat wave that spread from beginning to end, and two pieces of red light exploded from the chest and waist, mixed with large and small red jade beads, Rolling in the hall.

The jade boxes on the six jade dais creaked and jumped, and the scattered magical instruments and books on the futon twisted their limbs, propped themselves up on the ground in embarrassment, and flew away in the wind.

For a moment, Dharma light flowed everywhere, making it look particularly spectacular. Lin Chensheng's black robe moved, as if he had already chosen a target, and he quickly jumped towards the fourth futon.

Colorful light surged out of the hall, seemingly unaffected by the [Chongyuan Strong Wind]. They all held their heads and left. Several ancient books opened their pages one after another and rose rapidly in the wind.

No one needs to say anything, the sky has already become a ball, and a number of magic weapons are rising into the sky. The fastest flying one is a small mirror, only the size of a palm, showing a purple-gold color and dazzling light.

As soon as the small mirror came out, it immediately attracted everyone's attention. Several people flew up in the wind and reached out to grab the magic weapon, but saw a golden hammer coming across the sky.

"This is my thing!"

A black-clothed monk held a long hammer and shot out alone. He actually rode the wind to such a high place. He was so condescending that the magic weapon in his hand was very powerful and forced the two of them to retreat.

He held the gray flame in his other hand and swept it across, burning several people back away. He pinched and released the purple magic weapon in his hand.

This attack immediately aroused the anger of the public, and in an instant, five or six spells were cast down at the same time. The man in black robe laughed, and instead of retreating, he advanced and flew straight into the palace.

A group of monks were having a lively fight outside, but Zhang Yun and others did not stop outside the hall. They had already flown into the hall together. Everyone had a tacit understanding and did not dare to go in and fight with these few. Now this man in black, a He burst into the palace with such a tone that he really made everyone outside stop.

Li Xuanfeng did not pay too much attention to the situation on the field, but focused on the nearest page of the Dharma book.

"Boom!"

He stomped hard on the ground with both feet, only to hear a loud roar, and jumped five feet high from the ground. He didn't need to ride the wind, but he still flew high. He grabbed the page of Dharma book with one hand. .

The two people around him each went to find what they wanted, but instead left an open space. No one competed with him for a while. The page of the Dharma book was caught off guard and he grabbed it in his hand.

'It's much simpler than imagined...'

Only this time, Li Xuanfeng understood that the only remaining five treasures in this hall were the remaining five. These magical artifacts and ancient books were really thrown there by others, but they had been nourished by this formation for a long time, and they had gained spirituality over thousands of years. , will run away.

The Dharma book was pinched by him, and the little bit of spirituality that had been born out of a perfect idea suddenly disappeared and turned into a dead thing again. Li Xuanfeng looked at the sky again, only two or three pieces were still flying, and everyone started fighting.

Li Xuanfeng looked at it carefully twice, always remembering the true purpose of coming here, and not wanting to expose his strength. He hid the book in his sleeve, quickly moved his position, activated the black gold spirit armor, and hid in the pine forest.

Two streams of light soon followed. One was wearing gray clothes and a brown-grey robe. He had slightly smaller eyes and a high nose. He also held Fuchen in his hand. He seemed to be a monk from the Changxiao Sect.

The other person was dressed in white, holding a long sword in one hand. He looked middle-aged and had a jade-colored shuttle under his feet. Both of them had Dharma light flowing in their eyes. It was obvious that they had practiced eye skills and were locked on this person all the way. Li Xuanfeng, who came over with the Dharma book, had just been spotted early, but it only took a few breaths for him to be spotted.

The middle-aged man in white took a closer look and recognized the man wearing black-gold armor and holding a long bow. His expression suddenly changed, and he did not speak for several breaths, and said in a loud voice:

"Xuan Feng!"

Li Xuanfeng was slightly startled, stared at his eyebrows for a moment, and said suddenly:

"Senior Yong Ling!"

This middle-aged man in white is Li Tongya’s old friend, the current [Yu Shan Weng] Xiao Yong Ling! The two elders have known each other since they were young, and have formed a friendship since they were still young. They can be regarded as Li Xuanfeng's elders.

The man in gray clothes from Changxiao Gate on the side saw this, and it seemed that the two of them happened to be old friends. He suddenly felt something was wrong, turned around and ran away without saying a word, and hurried out of the forest.

He stepped on the spell and opened a long escape light in one breath, which was particularly dazzling in the night. He flew too fast and almost hit a blue-green spiritual pine.

Xiao Yongling didn't know what to think about, so he didn't take action. Li Xuanfeng also gave up. Looking at the middle-aged man's expression of emotion and surprise, he cupped his hand:

"I've met senior! Congratulations to senior for breaking through to the late stage of foundation building."

Xiao Yongling waved his hand, with a look of surprise still on his face, but this was not the place to talk. Li Xuanfeng quickly took out the Dharma book, shook his head and said:

"Unlucky for me, this is just a small letter."

Li Xuanfeng tried his best to avoid misunderstandings and handed the letter to Xiao Yongling immediately. The man in white did not refuse. He took it and read it carefully. He knew the ancient characters because of his family background:

"Junior Brother Du, it is not easy to pick up grain from the fire. If you need help, Senior Brother and I will try our best to help you... feel free to speak."

There were only a few words on the front, which seemed to be torn from an ancient book, but there were hundreds of words on the back. Xiao Yongling took a closer look and found that it was about Lu Jie and He Shui.

"Um."

Xiao Yongling responded and said regretfully:

"I saw him flying out of an ancient book from the third futon. I thought it was some secret explanation... I just thought it was not high in value and there were fewer people to take it... I didn't expect it to be low in value."

He handed it back to Li Xuanfeng casually, and the two of them approached the main hall. There were not many people outside the hall. The monks who had grabbed the things fled away, and those who had not grabbed the things also chased away. There was no one left.

The two of them had gained nothing, so they took a few steps forward when they suddenly heard the clanging sound of gold and iron. They looked up at the starry night in the sky, and their expressions changed.

For more than ten hours after walking in, the sky here has always been gloomy and starry night, and the clouds and mist are also light gray night. Apart from the stars in the sky, the only thing that shines is the light of the monks.

However, in the far west, a bright light is rising slowly, like the rising sun. The strong golden light shone over and transformed into many golden and stone illusions. Both of them felt dizzy and were horrified, and immediately closed their eyes.

Almost at the same time, a melodious bell sounded from the hall, buzzing and lingering in his mind.

"Boom..."

Li Xuanfeng moved his lips, but found that he could no longer open them. His eyes were stinging extremely, and mana kept pouring into his eyes, just to save his eyes.

…

The fight outside the hall was fierce, and there was a stalemate inside the hall. Yu Muxian and Tang She stood together, dressed in white and black, waiting quietly in the southeast corner.

Qing Zhuo, dressed in blue-grey with an upright jade crown, stood alone in the west, Nian Yi stood in the north with his hands crossed, and Zhang Yun stood with his hands behind his back, looking the most relaxed among them.

There are two people left, each standing in a corner, one holding a golden hammer, his eyes scanning back and forth in the hall, standing quietly in the corner, the token around his waist is swaying, and gray flames are faintly emerging. .

The other person turned out to be a female cultivator, with a gentle temperament, a very stunning appearance, a soft chin line, but very sharp eyes, staring straight at the big clock.

Several of the proud men did not speak, and stood silently. After a few breaths, Zhang Yun stepped forward, slowly walked to the front, and said solemnly:

"Back then, the six disciples in the Qingsong Temple [Chongming Palace] were all real geniuses who stirred up the storm. I, the Jinyu Sect, have always respected these six seniors and did not have much connection with the Qingsong Temple. This time I entered the cave... Not too greedy.”

He slowly put his hand close to the big bell in the palace and said softly:

"This time, the real person in the sect is seeking the path, just to get this [Silent Bell]. The Zhang family will not take anything else."

He put his magic power into the big bell and slowly kneaded the seal. He saw that the bell was motionless and motionless. It neither made a loud noise nor reduced to its original shape.

"pity."

Zhang Yun sighed, looked back at the three people below, and whispered:

"Everyone, just close your eyes!"

As soon as these words came out, if a few people had some enlightenment, they would all meditate on the spiritual platform, close their eyes, and calm down.

Only a breath passed before the starry sky above the main hall suddenly lit up, and a silver-white oval object rose up, emitting strong light and covering all the countless stars in the sky.

"Boom!"

Everyone closed their eyes and said nothing. Zhang Yun had already prostrated himself on the ground. The big bell he held finally trembled violently, as if being pushed by something invisible, and it rang a loud bell.

Several people's throats, lips and tongues went numb, and they all lost consciousness. They knelt on the ground one after another. Although it was different from Zhang Yun's big salute, they still bowed respectfully.

Led by the silver-white light, the bronze bell continued to rotate in the air, slowly shrinking, and finally turned into a yellow stream of light the size of a fist, flying out of the hall, like a star flying up against the sky, straight into the sky.

The big clock slowly fell into the silver-white ellipse and slowly disappeared. Only then did two barriers slowly close down from the upper and lower sides of the silver-white ellipse, leaving this world little by little.