Chapter 285

A thousand-year-old clock, Fenglingyunxiao.

The ancient bells are fascinated among the mountains, echoing and spreading.

On the Merit Square, the top ten leaders and a group of outside disciples all looked at Lin Yun in shock.

If the expressions are the most exciting, it is naturally Wang Yan and Han Zhengyang.

From top to bottom, the two of them had a look of contempt, mocking Lin Yun for being irresponsible and arrogant.

The said flower is still in my ears, and it has not yet been completely over.

This bell, the ancient bell that Wang Yan took from the Netherworld Profound Iron, thousands of years of refining, and ten years of work. As it said, if you didn’t call it, it was a blockbuster, and the entire Lingxiao Jiange was shaken on the spot.

“how so!”

Jiang Feng and Ye Xiu only felt heartache, as if they were missing a piece of meat.

The task of killing the blood peak was originally his two. Now this thousand-year-old clock should be ringing for them.

But now, everyone’s eyes are on Lin Yun.

Steal the limelight!

For whom does the bell ring?

The bell rings for Lin Yun, and even for dreamers.

It is for Lin Yun, full of enthusiasm, courage to offend the top ten of the list.

Ask who dreamless? Young and frivolous at the time!

“Lingxiao sword pavilion disciple, follow the order!”

Just as everyone was astonished, an old man appeared beside the thousand-year-old bell above the Hall of Merit.

He was a high-powered master of the Hall of Merit, and the old man stood in the clouds, bathed in golden sunlight. Accompanied by the magnificent bell, the figure is very tall in the eyes of everyone.

thump!

Everyone at the scene, except Lin Yun, knelt down and bowed their hands and said: “Well, see the Lord.”

clang! clang! clang!

“Today there is the outer disciple Lin Yun, who entered the sect for less than half a year, and beheaded the thieves’ blood peak! Today, Fengling Yunxiao, resounding through the mountains, I hereby inform the disciples of the sword pavilion. Those who practice martial arts of our generation should take this as a lesson and keep in mind. Righteousness, diligent cultivation and hard training, taking the eradication of the evil cultivation of the world as its own responsibility. Promote the power of my sect! Strengthen my high sword pavilion!”

The bell kept ringing, and the old man’s voice echoed in every corner among the mountains of the Lingxiao sword pavilion along with the bell.

“Outer disciple, killed the thief Blood Peak?”

“This bell actually rings for Lin Yun!”

“Unbelievable. It was rumored that he died in the bloodbone forest a few days ago. Today, in the sky of Fengling, the thousand-year-old bell has actually rang through the mountains…”

Not only the Merit Square, but also the 108 Peaks of the Lingxiao sword pavilion, after listening to these words.

He bowed down to the ground, shocked in his heart, and filled with consternation in his eyes.

When the old man’s voice fell, the response of the sect disciples resounded across the mountains and the peaks.

“My generation should follow the instructions of the palace master, and use this as a lesson to punish the evil cultivators of the world, promote the power of my sect, and strengthen my sword pavilion!”

No matter where they are, the disciples from above and below the sect responded at the same time.

Clang clang clang!

Suddenly, the huge Lingxiao sword pavilion, except for the ancient bell that rang through the clouds. The sound of raising my sect’s majesty and strengthening my high sword pavilion also reverberates, like surging waves, one after another.

The bell sounded diffuse, as Wang Yan said.

Most of Qin Tianjun heard this ancient Fengling bell, its ancient and magnificent voice, majestic and deafening.

Qin Tianjun, one of the four transcendent sects, Xuan Tianzong.

Many elders’ expressions changed slightly, and at the same time they got up and cast their gazes in the direction of the High Peak Sword Pavilion.

“Fengling Yunxiao… Lingxiao sword pavilion, another disciple killed the evil cultivator on the robber list?”

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple. The bells ringing endlessly, I’m afraid that an outer disciple killed this evil cultivator alone. If the inner sect disciple killed the evil cultivator, unless it is the top ten evil cultivator on the robber list, Feng Ling The clock rings more than nine times.”

“You have to check to see the Lingxiao sword pavilion, which enchantment is out!”

On a lonely mountain, Young Master Liu was thoughtful and muttered to himself: “Who would it be?”

The other disciples were equally shocked when they heard the bell sound.

In Xuantian Sect, there is also an ancient bell hanging among the clouds, named Xuanlong.

As soon as the bell rings, there must be a person whose name moves Daqin.

“The ancient Fengling bell of the Lingxiao sword pavilion is ringing, I don’t know which disciple killed Xie Xiu!”

“It’s really amazing. Evil cultivation is very difficult, as cunning as a snake, or it is difficult to find. After finding it, it is not easy to kill. If it is lost, it will immediately run away.”

“Yes, in the past few years, apart from some veteran masters, only people at the level of Eight Young Masters have killed thief.”

“The big thief is cunning, it’s too hard to kill. The inner disciple is as difficult as going to the sky to kill the big robber, let alone the outer disciple.”

“Bu Chen, why don’t you speak?”

A group of people listened to the bell, whispered to the discussant.

There was only one young man who looked embarrassed and bitter. This young man was Buchen Xuantianzong who witnessed Lin Yun and killed the blood peak that day.

Bu Chen felt melancholy, and sighed for a long time: “This bell is finally ringing…”

Thinking of the past of escorting Bai Qiushui to the Bloodbone Forest that day, when the bell rang, he immediately recalled.

Feeling ashamed, the act of showing off in front of Lin Yun is ridiculous now thinking about it.

Not only Xuan Tianzong, Moyue Villa, Hunyuan Gate, Qin Tian Academy, and even the imperial family of the Great Qin Empire, have heard the ancient Fengling bell of the Lingxiao sword pavilion.

It won’t be long before Lin Yun’s name will spread throughout Qin Tian County. Then it became famous and spread among the hundreds of counties in the Great Qin Empire.

The same day, the martial artist in Qingyang County was shocked when he saw Bai Lixuan and Si Xueyi.

Seeing him again, Lin Yun, will also be famous for a long time.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, after today, no one would dare to call him Lin Yun a nameless person.

But the bell is not the end, but just the beginning.

The people kneeling on the ground in the Lingxiao Jiangde Merit Square gradually disappeared with the sound of the bell.

Slowly stood up, Wang Yan and the others’ complexions were gloomy to the extreme, looking for Lin Yun’s figure everywhere.

Looking back, he was surprised to find that Lin Yun quietly came to the edge of the square without knowing when, leaving everyone with a back that overlapped with the sun.

“Lin Yun, stop for me!”

Wang Yan’s face was red and his ears were red, leading the crowd, and hurried over.

The bells ringed a lot, and every ring was a heavy slap in the face to him.

Today this face is completely lost, and it will definitely be a big joke in a few days.

Not only him, but also the top ten leaders, his face is also extremely ugly.

What is this…

The top ten leaders in the rankings, from Chu Haoyu to Zhang Lie, are all here, and they are all troubled by Lin Yun.

In the worst case, Lin Yun had to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Let the disciples of the outer sect of Jiange know what will happen to those who have offended the top ten and broke their rules.

But everything is reversed.

Even if Chu Haoyu came, he had to kneel on the ground like Zhang Lie and listen to the deeds of Lin Yun being preached by the master of the Gongde Hall.

This tone, let alone Wang Yan, is difficult for everyone to swallow.

“What’s the point of Brother Wang? It’s not clear what the hall master said. Lin did not lie or speak out. The ancient Fengling bell has indeed rang. What do you want?”

When the voice fell, Lin Yunmu turned around and said coldly: “Could it be that you still want to endure the punishment of three swords and six holes, all limbs broken?”

Damn it!

Hearing three knives and six holes, all limbs broken, Wang Yan’s face changed drastically, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

But he didn’t dare to move rashly, gritted his teeth angrily, but didn’t dare to move rashly.

He didn’t want to endure the heart-piercing pain anymore, and the Wang clan didn’t have so many panacea to heal him.

“As for you.”

Lin Yun glanced at the top ten leaders such as Han Zhengyang, Ye Xiu, and Jiang Feng, and he said in deep thought: “A class five-star mission, you can take it, why can’t I take it, why can’t I take it? Being able to walk, second-grade spirit jade, should never have been forbidden by some people!”

“well said!”

Rumble!

In groups, the mighty footsteps sounded, and the disciples of Luojia Mountain were seen. From all directions, there was a steady stream of people, and at a glance, there were more people than the people on the Merit Square combined.

Xin Yan bears the brunt, wearing a long skirt that can hardly conceal her graceful figure. Its appearance is coquettish and heroic, and it comes in styles.

“The first-class five-star mission has never been stipulated that anyone outside the top ten is not allowed to take it. The ancient Fengling bell is ringing. If you are not satisfied, you can just ask the hall master. The people who bullied me on Mount Luojia don’t have this reason yet!”

Xin Yan raised her eyebrows, her eyes full of murderousness, cold and frosty.

As far as his eyes can go, it only makes people feel chilly, and a few people can’t help but shiver.

“Little brother, let’s go with my sister.”

In front of the top ten and Wang Yan, Xin Yan took Lin Yun away from the others without any harm. Without even looking at Wang Yan, a group of people’s faces are almost puffy, but they dare not say anything.

After Wang Yan accepted the punishment at the Battle of the Blood Banner Peak, the Gentlemen League’s momentum plummeted.

In the Lingxiao sword pavilion, no alliance can compete with Luojia Mountain.

This group of people, even if they want to fight, have to return to their alliance and gather all hands together.

Otherwise, I can only look at Lin Yun obediently and be led away lightly by Xin Yan.

No matter how angry you are, you have to hold back honestly!

“Chu Haoyu, don’t you say a word?”

Wang Yan’s face was gloomy, and he looked at Chu Haoyu with a little dissatisfaction. This person didn’t say a word from the beginning to the end.

If he could take the lead, other top ten leaders, such as Jiang Feng, Ye Xiu and others, would definitely not be reluctant to remain silent.

The power of the top ten in the assembled list, plus the Gentleman League, can completely defeat Luojia Mountain.

Where was Xin Yan so arrogant, she took Lin Yun away like this in front of him.

“It’s useless to say anything, even if you let him kneel in front of you, what’s the point?”

Chu Haoyu glanced at Wang Yan faintly, and said coldly: “But the alliance battle is going to be deadly. This bell is supposed to send him the end in advance.”

Click!

When the voice fell, Chu Haoyu’s scabbard in his hand slammed heavily on the ground.

Amid the loud noise, the scabbard bottomed two inches into the ground, and then the horrible sword intent swept all over the place.

The cobweb-like cracks spread out in an instant, and everyone in the square was taken aback and hurriedly avoided.

After he left, there was another loud bang, and the vast square was shattered and completely unrecognizable in the dust.

The horrible sword intent makes people shudder.

The other people’s top ten leaders, his face changed slightly, and his heart was shocked.

What Chu Haoyu said is right, a battle of alliances will kill people…