Vol 2 Chapter 634: Wanfa! Wanlong!

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The red shirt was in the air, and the long sleeves hit the clock.
The low and long bells echoed above the mountains, and between the heaven and the earth, all tangible and intangible creatures were trembling.
For people, it is like cutting hair and washing the marrow, but for things, it is grind and beat.
"What a morning bell!"
On the viewing platform, Chu Yunyang was bathed in purple qi, and there was a spontaneous joy in body and mind.
Da Ri Ziqi is the rare opportunity between heaven and earth that is of great use to monks of any realm.
But there are not many Lingbao that can attract Da Ri Ziqi.
In fact, this morning bell can be regarded as the inheritance of Wanfa Tower in a sense, and only the master teaches the morning bell.
The ringing of the morning bell marks the beginning of the succession ceremony for the new head teacher.
"I heard that the ancestor of Wanfalou was lucky to see Wanfalong Tower in the ruins. It was this morning bell to draw Wanfalong Tower. I don't know if it is true or not."
Zhao Zhen's attention fell on the red dress in front of the Wanfalong Tower.
Red clothes rustle, ring the bell in the wind.
The bell rang through the eighty-one, if there is no pause, then the master will truly succeed, and if the bell stops, the previous work will be lost.
This is the rule passed down by the ancestors of Wanfalou.
Before the morning bell rings nine to nine, any disciple of the Ten Thousand Dharma School has a chance to question, even if it is not an opponent, as long as the continuous ringing of the bell can be interrupted, the ceremony can be ended.
Without the means of overwhelming strength, it is natural not to ascend the position of master.
"Whether it is true or not has nothing to do with me, and no one has really been recognized by the Wanfalong Tower after so many generations passed down. Obviously, the spirituality of the Wanfalong Tower has not eroded."
Chu Yunyang's vision is naturally very high, and he knows a lot of things. He stretched out lazily:
"On the contrary, it is the sect of the East Continent All Sacred Lands. Isn't it frightened? There are no real masters in this kind of thing..."
While speaking, he casually glanced at the viewing platforms not far away.
Of such a major event, there are naturally people coming from the many large and small sects in Dongzhou and even the Holy Land, but none of them can come into his eyes.
Although there are many elders who have condensed the sky.
But in the true sense of "Tianjiao" is a cave with nothing, and a group of years and resources piled on top of the cave, naturally not in his eyes.
Except for Hou Quyun, the champion of the'Zhendong Army' who is also watching him coldly.
The inheritor of this Overlord Fist, his talent, understanding, strength and courage are the best in the world, and he has the qualifications to be higher and lower than himself.
Zhao Zhen is also a pity.
However, when he first arrived, he didn't know what the situation in Dongzhou is now.
According to the intelligence, the sacred grounds of the sects of the East Continent were almost closed after the sign of that change. He still didn't believe it, but at this time he had to believe it.
This Dongzhou monk is too courageous...
When~
The morning bell vibrates, the sound waves vigorously, and the purple air surrounds the mountains, beautifully.
In the void outside the Wanfa Building, Qi Cang sat on the cloud head, overlooking the purple mountains, and the heavy pupils glowed with faint light.
In the next eight thousand years, the Wanfa Tower will be in full swing, and a generation of hero Miao Meng will rampage the world with one hand of the "Taiyin Wanhuangquan", with unparalleled talent and talent.
But the one that Wanfalou is truly awed by countless people is the one who is not well-known today, but will burst out with peerless glory in the near future!
Ten Thousand Tribulations Heart Sacred Law, Great Sun Wanlong Fist, Great Sun Eucharist, Ten Thousand Divine Body...
Countless auras were added to the glory and ranked in the top ten of "Tongtian Tower"!
In the legend, the most incapable of being an enemy of the world's arrogant.
Yuan Duxiu!
"Is this the morning bell in the legend of the sect? Listening to the endless ringing of this bell, it seems to be the change of the headmaster?"
The black-robed old man stood on his side, and his eyes flickered as he heard the bell ringing louder than one.
The ancestor of Wanfaxing came from the East Continent of the Emperor Ji continent, and was a generation of peerless arrogant talents of Wanfa Tower.
In the end, he sat on the ten thousand magic star, leaving behind the inheritance of the ten thousand magic star.
Naturally, he also knows a lot about Wanfalou.
"Yes, it's the change of headmaster."
Qi Cang nodded slightly with a subtle expression.
It is a very subtle feeling that things that have been heard and never seen really appear in front of me. It seems that my every move can change the original history.
Even though there are rumors that the emperor and the emperor for 30 million years ago can look into the past and the future, they have never heard that the heavenly emperor can change the past.
Even the nine most prestigious holy emperors, ten heavenly sages, and twelve sacred emperors in the human race.
No similar legend has ever been passed down.
What an adventure, what a fortune is this?
"Is the son rushing here to fight for the position of the master?"
The black-robed elder's eyes lit up. They share the same roots in the Wanfa Tower, and naturally they are also qualified to compete for the position of the master of Wanfa Tower.
"I cherish the position of the head of the Wanfa Tower, but it's not worth it for me to travel for thirty years, after so many difficulties and obstacles..."
Qi Cang shook his head slightly.
Although the head teacher of Wanfalou is noble and has the qualifications to contact Wanfalonglou, it is not the reason why he is eager to come.
What he wanted to get here was far more precious than the head teacher of Wanfalou.
"The son doesn't believe me?"
Qi Cang kept silent, but the old man sighed: "The old man gave his life to the Qi family when he was young. Even if he died ten thousand times, he would not do anything that would harm the interests of the son..."
The old man felt sad.
In the past thirty years, he saw the tremendous changes in Qi Cang, but he also saw that Qi Cang had a huge secret in his heart.
Invisibly cut the relationship with other people.
"It's good for Elder Yan to trust me. I will tell you the rest when the time is right."
Qi Cang solemnly responded.
The only person he can trust in the world is the old man, but there are some things that he can't tell his mouth. If the old man doesn't understand, he naturally understands.
It's not that I don't believe it, but I can't say it.
Even with the Divine Soul Secret Treasure suppressing Qi Luck, he even had to be cautious about the association in his heart.
"Naturally I belong to Master Xin."
The old man looked soothed.
"Lao Yan's breath is reduced, the real good show is about to begin..."
Qi Cang took a deep breath, suppressing a boiling state of mind, his pupils changed and flowed thousands of times, bursting out a thrilling light.
Covered the two figures.
.....
Yin~~~
Jiuxiaolongyin, resounding through the world!
The sound of the dragon chant came so fast, so thrilling, and in an instant, it seemed to suppress the boiling and turbulent morning bell!
Suddenly, the earth was shaking and the sky was shaking, the wind was violent, the sand and rocks were flying, the vegetation was trembling.
"Who?!"
"Where is an expert, dare to come here to make trouble?"
"Today is the big day for my Wanfalou as the head teacher, who dares to make a second?!"
The mighty Dragon Yin has flowed down from the nine days, like the Tianhe River inverted, and its momentum is extremely large, and naturally it immediately aroused many masters who were on guard in the Wanfa Building.
Boom!
At the same time the sound of anger resounded, a thrilling river of blood had already risen into the sky, kneading thousands of miles of clouds and flowing gas into a big hand covering the sky.
Disperse the sound of the dragon's chanting like the essence!
Click~
In the midst of trembling like a rag in the void, a cloud and mist covered the body, and the scarlet-gold dragon, which was thousands of feet long, stretched across the sky.
Looking down, a powerful will burst out of the scarlet golden eyes:
"This seat, Ao Wufang, comes from Longzhou, here, to pay homage to my dragon ancestors!"
The dragon chants filled with endless majesty resounded.
The purple qi agitated in the mountains, and all the birds and beasts shivered under this sudden huge pressure. It was slightly weak, and it seemed to be frozen, unable to move.
"Master of the Dragon Race?"
In the Wanfalou mountain gate, the sound of the morning bell is still ringing, but the expressions of the masters of the sect and holy land on the viewing platform are all changed.
In the thirty years of world change, although there were masters and forces from all states, there were still not many real aliens.
But I don't want to, after countless years, a dragon clan has once again hit Dongzhou!
boom!
There was a thunderstorm in the sky, and the waves rolled over thousands of miles.
The dragon danced wildly in the sky, and the dark clouds on it made up for it, the electric snake thundered, and the black color enveloped the mountains of Wanfalou for 100,000 miles.
The invisible and terrifying force of oppression pervaded the world, making many disciples of Wanfalou like enemies.
The ancestor of Wanfalou once had an amazing ancestor who slayed ten thousand dragon heads in the turmoil of the dragon clan, and cast the king-class spirit treasure Wanlong boat.
Between Wanfalou and the Dragon Race, there is an extremely naked hatred!
"Ao is the surname of the dragon family. According to legend, it comes from the dragon king who was born in the world at the beginning of the ancient times. UU reading www.uukanshu.com has a pure aura of this dragon. It is either a return to the ancestor or the blood inheritance of the dragon king... "
On the viewing platform, Chu Yunyang could not help but listen to the ringing of the dragon bell.
In the early days of the ancient times, the old dragon king who planted the world not only provided the most dragon liver and dragon meat for the human race, but also left the most powerful race for the dragon race.
Pig dragon, bear dragon, dog dragon, mantis dragon...Among the many weird and weak dragon races, there are often those who are reborn, or amazingly talented.
Anyone who can strip away blood impurities and transform into a dragon can claim to be "Ao" qualification.
"Now, it's fun to see..."
In the last sentence, he looked at the champion Hou Quyun with a cold expression and indifferent expression.
Adhering to the overlord’s will, the Zhendong Army has guarded Dongzhou for thousands of years.
Although it was the monster race that was resisting, he never showed mercy to any other alien race. For countless tens of thousands of years, I did not know how many bloodsheds he had with other races.
Because of this, in the ancient times, the overlord made an army with all the essence of the gods.
Nowadays talents are dying.
boom!
In the Wanfa Tower, there are elders soaring up into the sky with Lingbao, setting off the monstrous blood and energy, bursting with endless light and heat, and filling the world in an instant.
The tearing dragon roared, and went straight to the dark cloud that covered the sky and sun:
"A evil dragon, dare to offend my Dongzhou!"
"One end?"
The sky is the highest, under the endless dark clouds, the red golden dragon dances wildly, and there is a deep ridicule and indifference in the cold eyes.
Just a bowed head, the ferocious dragon's mouth sucked in the endless air flow like a black hole, swallowing the endless blood that soared into the sky.
Rumble!
In the next instant, thousands of dragons resounded at the same time, rumbling like the sound of the sky trembling thousands of miles across the sky, endlessly cold and violent, extremely violent:
"Are you taking a look?!"