Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 170 Six Thunder Bells

Nangong Yu left a message: "I can only guarantee that I can take him there within five days."

Nangong Wanrou left a message: "Brother is still a brother who cares about his sister. Don't worry, no matter whether it succeeds or not, your expenses in the future will be triple the standard."

Nangong Yu left a message: "With what the Imperial Sister said, even if I drag his body, I will find a chance to drag it over to you within these five days."

Nangong Wanrou left a message: "Then sister is in Tianxiang Tower, waiting for your good news."

Nangong Yu left a message "OK."

After taking back the jade pendant, Nangong Yu felt refreshed. "Bitch, I never thought you would end up like this!"

It is true that one tries to plant flowers but they do not bloom, but one plants willows by accident but they grow into shade trees. I have already hidden myself in this mountain, ready to eat and wait for death, but God has played such a big joke on me. I believe that the eldest brother, the fourth brother, the fourteenth brother, the twenty-first sister, and the forty-sixth brother will receive the news soon. When the letter arrives, they will be swept into the storm of power again.

"This is impossible!"

Shen Yun yelled again, his hair and beard stood up, he looked crazy, leaving all his disciples behind and floated away alone.

The disciples looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Everyone, please go away. Be careful about your words and actions these days. By the way, it's best not to disturb Junior Brother Wang if you have nothing to do. His cultivation is at a critical juncture."

The eldest brother faced everyone and stabilized the situation.

Wang Qiye realized belatedly that he felt cold underneath him. He took out a piece of clothing from his storage bag and tied it under his body, not caring whether it looked elegant or not, he just wanted to cover himself up first.

Wei Limo then turned around, nodded to Wang Qiye, and left with everyone.

"Wang Qiye didn't expect you to hide so deeply!"

Ye Lingxi put her hands on her hips, looking like she had been cheated.

"Ye Lingxi, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Wang Qiye glared at her. He had not yet been defined. "I don't want to be forced into a killing tool by those people. I think I can still be saved. I really am not!"

"Wang Qiye, your look today is quite unique, isn't it?"

Zhu Dachang said something heartlessly and insignificant, which made everyone laugh. Even Yan Mengwan covered her mouth and chuckled twice.

However, that smile was so dazzling in her distraught eyes that she no longer had the strength to get up from the ground.

At this moment, Zi Linglan was as desolate and lonely as she had hated and ridiculed Wang Qiye the moment before. Her eyes looked dull, but her heart was already ravaged and riddled with holes, especially the smile of Yan Mengwan standing next to Wang Qiye, which made her unable to open her eyes. It hurt so much that she shed tears of blood.

"Turn around first and let me change my pants, otherwise I'll become a laughing stock."

Wang Qiye saw that most of the people had left, and only Zi Linglan was left staring blankly at this side. Wang Qiye simply chose to ignore her. "I have touched her enough, and I am exposing myself in front of her a little bit, just as a return."

……

“He who comes stays!”

In front of a simple stone pavilion on Qingyun Peak, Shen Yun was stopped by two waiters in front of him.

"I am Shen Yun from Qingzhu Peak. I kneel down to ask for six rings of the Thunder Bell!"

Elder Shen was not frightened by the two monks with powerful aura in front of him. He simply knelt on the ground and extended his hand in salute.

The two waiters stood there in shock for a long time, and then one of them spoke in a hoarse voice.

"The Sect Master has not been involved in the sect's affairs for nearly a thousand years. Is it necessary to disturb him?"

Shen Yun's expression remained firm, even though he looked unrefined, especially with his messy white hair. But the look in his eyes through his hair refused to give in.

"The situation in Lingxi Valley has changed, right now. At this important moment, the head of the sect must come out to take charge of the situation."

"You know the consequences."

The other attendant also woke up from his shock and wanted to comfort him again.

"Shen Yun is willing to take responsibility!"

Shen Yun's eyes at this moment were more resolute, and he was full of vigor and vitality. He didn't look old at all.

"In that case, we won't persuade you anymore, Mao Lishuang, give me this opportunity, and I'll treat you to a drink later."

"Ge Chumo, forget it. Three hits per person. At most, I'll let you go first."

Ge Chumo nodded, and without further ado, he turned around without warning and punched a large bronze bell behind him. His skillful movements looked as if he had practiced them millions of times.

"Click——"

An invisible thunderclap sounded inside the bell, stirring up a wave of sound that washed out.

The first to be hit was Ge Chumo, whose blue shirt was ripped into pieces, and his hair and beard were all standing up. He was washed away from the ground by the sound waves, just like a leaf in the wind. Ge Chumo seemed to have been prepared for this, and no matter how the sound waves washed him, it could not damage his short shirt.

Mao Lishuang stood still, letting his blue shirt rustle in the sound waves, and finally broke into pieces, revealing a short shirt and shorts made of the same material as Ge Chumo. His exposed body was covered with muscular muscles, which trembled slightly in the sound waves.

Before the sound wave reached Shen Yun, a soundproof magic circle had already lit up around him. However, even so, after the sound wave washed over, four lines of blood flowed from Shen Yun's nostrils and ears. He was shaky and still struggling to hold on.

This layer of sound waves is still continuing, with Qingyun Peak as the center, pushing away the sea of ​​clouds, majestic and unstoppable, sweeping across the entire Lingxi Valley.

"It's over. I thought this matter was over. Aren't we going to be played to death by those old guys from now on?"

The people who were still laughing raised their heads and looked in the direction where the bell rang. Of course, this included Wang Qiye, whose heart was already cold, and a poor man under the stone platform who was trying to find the sound with his consciousness and looked up blankly.

"Uu——"

A female cultivator wearing a luxurious shawl, noble temperament, and tight clothes, pulled the thousand-mile horse under her and looked in the direction of the bell. Her face, which was a little breathless, looked even more anxious.

"Miss, it's the thunder bell ringing."

A big man rode his horse to his side behind him.

"How far is it?"

Nangong Wanrou looked up. "Now that the Jinglei Bell has rung, what that brat Nangong Yu said must be true. I never thought that the sly boy who always peeked at the collar, who has no roots or feet, would be so capable. I just hope that he still has that lustful heart. I can get him drunk and then seduce him. This time I will sacrifice my looks. If I can really seduce a Lingxi Yishan, my fourth brother's position will be unshakable."

"There are still 23 hours before we can get back."

The big man next to him said respectfully.

"Miss Wanrou, do we really have to rush like this? We're thousands of miles away. All the barefoot beasts have already fallen into the trap, and we've only killed half of them. Isn't it a bit too generous to give them all to Jian Mengwu and the others?"

Another rider came forward and stopped on the other side of Nangong Wanrou.

"Huang San, when is it your turn to tell me what to do? Go!"

At this moment, Nangong Wanrou had lost her usual composure. She was confused and only wanted to hurry back. No matter how many Jindan Yuanying cultivators she recruited, how could they be as good as Lingxi Yishan? After saying this, he whipped his whip and left in a cloud of dust.

Huang San originally just wanted to show off in front of her. With her usual personality, she would certainly give him some patient advice, say some words about gains and losses, and finally put on an unattainable attitude to make Huang San stare. But this time, she flattered him and hit the horse's leg, making Huang San's old face red.

"Bitch, don't give me the chance, or I'll kill you!" After saying that, he raised the whip high, lashed down hard, and chased after the two riders.

"This damn bird clock keeps ringing every other day, causing all the fish I was about to catch to escape. When I get the chance, I will take the opportunity to smash those three rotten clocks!"

A fisherman wearing a straw raincoat, hiding under a big tree and fishing, made a sad sound.

"Mu Beiluo, listen, is that the sound of the thunder bell?"

"Xia Yucheng, are you deaf? It's so loud that my ears are blocked. Can't you hear it?"

Mu Beiluo rubbed his dizzy ears and looked in that direction.

"Mu Beiluo, you're asking for a beating!"

Xia Yucheng kindly reminded him, but the boy didn't appreciate it at all. So he had to use his fists to teach him a lesson. After he finished speaking, he punched him.

"Click——"

Another loud thunder sounded, shocking Xia Yucheng to the spot.

"Mu Beiluo, was there another noise just now?"

Mu Beiluo glanced at Xia Yucheng, who looked like a fool, and shook his head with a sigh.

"Oh, this child is hopeless. He can't hear such a loud noise."

"Mu Beiluo, you deserve a beating."

After saying that, Xia Yucheng couldn't bear it anymore and punched him.

"It's the second time. I've earned some spirit stones again."

A spy from the Demon Cult raised his head slightly, looked in the direction of the thunder, and smiled.

"It's time to do the work. When the thunder sounds, there will be ten thousand spiritual stones. We depend on the thunder to make a living. I don't know what Lingxi Valley is doing this time. Don't make it too difficult to find out. Although we eat this bowl of rice, the work is too hard and no one is willing to do it. It's best to ring it once a month. Twice a year, ringing it once is enough. Since you can earn spiritual stones by lying down, there is no need to earn them by standing. Miss Hongyue, wait for your brother. After this job, your brother will find you with spiritual stones."

"Has it rung twice? It seems that this time the bell is not rung to celebrate someone's birth. Let the younger generations do what they want.

An old man with a white beard raised his head from the mat and looked in the direction where the bell was ringing with a smile.