Chapter 459: Silent Bell

There were more and more figures on the mountain. Besides a few familiar faces and some Daoist robes and clothes that were seen often, there were many with strange clothing, perhaps cultivators from the Wu Kingdom or the north, each standing in the clouds.

After a few breaths, there was finally one person standing out in the clouds. He was young, in white clothes, with faint golden patterns drawn on his cuffs, his hands empty. He only cupped his hands and looked around, saying softly:

"Standing here is not a solution. No matter what you want to fight for, at least you have to open this great array. I am Nian Yi of the 【Xiuyue Sect】. If you have no objections, let us few upper sects organize and open this great array first."

This cultivator's magic for riding the wind was very powerful. Even though the sky was filled with 【Great Wind of the Tuoba Zhongyuan】, he could still stand in the air riding the wind. Although he could not move at will, he also showed extraordinary wind-riding techniques.

The Xiuyue Sect was famous and transcendent among the immortal sects. As soon as this remark came out, no one dared to be disrespectful. You look at me and I look at you, either looking at the nose and heart, and no one spoke.

After a breath, a middle-aged man fell from the clouds, dressed simply, with a long saber on his back, standing with his arms folded, saying lightly:

"Jin Yu Sect, Zhang Yun."

This person's aura was plain, like an ancient well without waves, but it made everyone look sideways. Nian Yi's expression was surprised, and he cupped his hands:

"I did not expect that the senior would come in person this time. The junior has lost the etiquette..."

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

"Qingchi Yuwu, Tang Shedu, Yu Muxian."

The three sects of the Yue Kingdom all came forward, but no overseas cultivators appeared. Instead, one person rode the wind, dressed in cyan-gray, wearing a jade crown, with a handsome face:

"Changhuai Mountain of Wu Kingdom, Qing Zhuo."

Qing Zhuo stopped in the clouds. Nian Yi of the Xiuyue Sect and Zhang Yun of the Jin Yu Sect had no look of surprise, as if it were a matter of course. Instead, Qing Zhuo opened his mouth, his gaze swept around below, and he said softly:

"The Qingsong orthodoxy covers Wu and Yue. We have reasons to take the things in this hall. As for you Jiangbei and overseas cultivators, disperse! Try your luck in the clouds outside. Maybe you can still catch something."

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd below was either happy or worried. Li Xuanfeng's gaze quickly swept over Lin Chensheng and Bi Yuzhuang's faces, and found that the two were not surprised, and he secretly said in his heart:

"The True Persons of Jiangnan had long ago divided it... The Donghuo Cave-Heaven of those years was also like this, and even because there were True Persons entering that year, it seemed even more orderly..."

The three sects were all Golden Core orthodoxies, plus a Changhuai Mountain of Wu Kingdom. Just a slight look, and many East Sea cultivators rode the wind, flying in all directions one after another. They left seven or eight out of ten, leaving only two still standing in place.

Qing Zhuo glanced at it, and one of them stepped out somewhat nervously, replying:

"The junior 【Chunyi Dao】..."

Qing Zhuo did not wait for him to finish, curled his lips somewhat dissatisfied, but did not say anything, looked at Zhang Yun beside him, his tone was quite respectful:

"I thought the senior had already closed-door to break through to Zifu. I did not expect that the senior would come to this cave-heaven in person..."

Zhang Yun shook his head and did not say much. Only then did Qing Zhuo take out a token from his bosom.

This token was cyan-gray all over, carved with three ancient characters, and the divine light did not appear. Li Xuanfeng watched intently, used his pupil technique, and captured the three characters on the token in an instant.

"【Qing Changhuai】."

Yishan City had a long history, and the most were ancient books and ancient characters. He easily identified this near-ancient font.

The great array before his eyes brightened slowly. There was no flying change, and no resistance flickering, and it disappeared completely in front of a group of cultivators just like that.

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

As soon as this great array was opened, before anyone could strike, several rays of light sprayed out in an instant. First, the person sitting cross-legged on the ground twitched violently, and the crystal-clear light blue treasure sword in his chest jumped out like a fierce falcon, flying toward the sky outside.

And the corpse of that person also turned into ashes in an instant. Countless golden lights sprayed out, turning into golden birds in the air, blinking and chirping, extraordinarily agile, flapping their wings, and flying in all directions.

And the corpse reaching for the jade box finally knelt on the ground with a thud, turning into a wave of red heat from head to toe and spreading, with two red lights bursting from the chest and waist, mixed with red jade beads of all sizes, rolling in the great hall.

The jade boxes on the six jade platforms jumped with a creak, and the magic treasures and books scattered on the prayer mats twisted their limbs, supported themselves on the ground in a sorry state, and rode the wind to leave one after another.

In an instant, magic light flowed everywhere, looking extraordinarily spectacular. Lin Chensheng's black robe moved, seemingly having chosen his target long ago, leaping and walking quickly toward the fourth prayer mat.

The colorful light in the great hall surged out, seemingly unaffected by the 【Great Wind of the Tuoba Zhongyuan】, each holding their heads and leaving. Several ancient books opened their covers one after another, rising rapidly in the wind.

No one needed to say much. The air was already fighting in a group. A group of magic treasures rose, and the fastest flying was a small mirror, only the size of a palm, presenting a purple-gold color, dazzling.

As soon as this small mirror came out, it immediately attracted everyone's attention. Several people forcibly rode the wind and flew up, reaching out to snatch the magic treasure, but saw a golden hammer flying across the sky.

"This is the little master's thing!"

A black-clad cultivator held a long hammer and killed his way out alone, actually riding the wind to such a high place, looking down from above. The magic treasure in his hand was very powerful, forcefully forcing back two people.

His other hand pinched the gray flame, swept across, burned several people to retreat one after another, pinched and released, and took the purple magic treasure into his hand.

This grab immediately aroused public anger. In an instant, five or six spells hit down at the same time. The black-robed man laughed, advanced instead of retreating, and actually flew straight into the hall.

A group of cultivators were fighting lively outside, but Zhang Yun and the others did not stay outside the hall, and had long flown into the hall together. The crowd had a tacit understanding and did not dare to enter to grab with these few. Now that this black-clad man broke into the hall in one breath, it really made the crowd outside stop.

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

"Boom!"

He used force on his feet and stomped hard on the ground. Only a roar was heard, and he jumped five feet high from the ground, without needing to ride the wind, but also flew high, and grabbed the page of magic book with one hand.

The two people beside him each sought the things they wanted to take, but left a piece of open space. For a time, no one fought with him, and this page of magic book was caught off guard and grabbed in his hand.

'It is much simpler than imagined...'

Only this one time, Li Xuanfeng understood that the truly precious things in this great hall were only the remaining five. These magic treasures and ancient books were really things that others threw there casually, but they had been nourished by this great array for a long time, and after thousands of years, they had spirituality and would run away by themselves.

This magic book was squeezed by him like this, and the bit of spirituality that was originally born from the fullness and mixture of spiritual energy immediately vanished and turned into a dead object again. Li Xuanfeng looked at the air again, and only two or three were still flying, and the crowd was fighting fiercely.

Li Xuanfeng looked carefully twice, always remembering his true purpose for coming here, and did not want to expose his strength. He hid the magic book in his sleeve, moved his position rapidly, activated the black-gold spiritual armor, and hid in the pine forest.

Two rays of flowing light quickly followed. One was dressed in gray, wearing a brown-gray Daoist robe, with slightly small eyes and a high nose bridge, and also held a whisk in his hand. It looked like a cultivator of the Senior Chang Xiao Sect.

The other was dressed in white, holding a long sword in one hand, middle-aged, stepping on a jade-colored flying shuttle. Magic light flowed in both their eyes. Obviously, they had both practiced pupil techniques. They had been locking onto this magic book all the way. Li Xuanfeng had been seen early just now, and after only a few breaths, he was seen through.

The middle-aged man in white looked intently, identified the man in black-gold armor holding a long bow, his expression changed drastically, and he did not speak for several breaths, saying in a shocked voice:

"Xuanfeng!"

Li Xuanfeng was slightly stunned, stared at his eyebrows for a breath, and realized:

"Senior Yongling!"

This middle-aged man in white was the old friend of Li Tongya, the current 【Yushan Weng】 Seeing Xiao Yongling! The two elders knew each other from the humble beginnings, and they had established a friendship when they were small fetal breathing cultivators. They could be considered Li Xuanfeng's elders.

The gray-clad man of the Senior Chang Xiao Sect saw this appearance, and the two seemed to be old friends by chance, feeling that it was not good. He did not say a word, turned his head and ran, rushing toward the outside of the forest.

He stepped on the magic spell, pulled out a long escape light in one breath, looking extraordinarily dazzling in the night, flying too fast, and almost hit a blue-cyan spiritual pine head-on.

Seeing Xiao Yongling did not know what to consider, did not strike, and Li Xuanfeng also gave up, looking at the middle-aged man's expression of both emotion and surprise, cupped his hands:

"Met Senior! Congratulations to Senior for breaking through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment."

Seeing Xiao Yongling waved his hand, his face still lingering with surprise, but this was not the place to talk. Li Xuanfeng quickly took out the magic book and shook his head:

"We were unlucky. This is just a small letter."

Li Xuanfeng tried his best to avoid misunderstanding, and handed the letter to Seeing Xiao Yongling for the first time. The man in white did not refuse, took it and read it carefully. He had a family background and naturally recognized this ancient script:

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

Only a few words on the front, seemingly torn from some ancient book, but there were hundreds of words on the back. Seeing Xiao Yongling looked carefully, mentioning the matter of Lushui and He Shui.

"Hmm."

Seeing Xiao Yongling responded and sighed regretfully:

"I saw it fly out from an ancient book on the third prayer mat, and thought it was some secret method annotation... just thinking the value was not high, and fewer people came to grab it... I did not expect it was not high."

He handed it back to Li Xuanfeng casually, and the two approached the great hall again. There were not many people outside the hall. The cultivators who had grabbed things had fled one after another, and those who had not grabbed them also chased and left, and there were no figures.

The two had no substantial gains, so they stepped forward a few steps, and suddenly heard the clanging sound of metal and iron intersecting. They looked up at the starry night in the sky, and their expressions changed.

Entering for more than ten hours, the sky here was always a gloomy starry night, and the clouds and mist were also a light gray night. Besides the sky full of stars, the only thing emitting light was the magic light of the cultivators.

However, in the distant west, a brilliant light was slowly rising, like the morning sun. The strong golden light shone over, manifesting into many golden stone illusions, and both of them were dizzy, terrified in their hearts, and immediately closed their eyes.

Almost at the same time, a melodious bell rang from the great hall, buzzing and lingering in their minds.

"Dong..."

Li Xuanfeng moved his lips, but found that his two lips could no longer open. His two eyes were extremely painful, and magic power constantly poured into his eyes, only seeking to protect his eyes.

The fighting outside the hall was fierce, and the inside of the hall became a stalemate. Yu Muxian and Tang Shedu stood together, white clothes and black clothes reflecting each other, waiting quietly in the southeast corner.

Qing Zhuo was in cyan-gray, with a jade crown upright, standing alone in the west. Nian Yi stood in the north pinching spells. Zhang Yun stood with his hands behind his back, the most relaxed among the few.

There were two others, each standing in a corner. One held a golden hammer, his eyes constantly scanning back and forth in the hall, standing quietly in the corner, the token at his waist swaying, vaguely revealing gray flames.

The other was actually a female cultivator, with a gentle temperament and a very stunning appearance. The lines of her chin were soft, but her eyes were very sharp, staring straight at the large bell.

Several proud sons of heaven did not speak, standing silently. After a few breaths, they saw Zhang Yun step forward, slowly walk to the front, and say somewhat solemnly:

"The six sons in the 【Chongming Hall】 of Qingsong Temple in those years were all true geniuses who stirred up the wind and clouds. My Jin Yu Sect has always respected these six seniors, and has no too much orthodoxy connection with Qingsong Temple. Entering the cave-heaven this time... I don't have much greed."

He slowly brought his hand close to the large bell in the hall and said softly:

"This time, the True Person in the sect is seeking the path, only to take this 【Silent Bell】 for a look. As for the rest, the Zhang family will not take a single bit."

He poured magic power into this large bell and slowly cast a spell, only to see this bell move not at all, without any movement, neither roaring nor shrinking into its original form.

"Pity."

Zhang Yun sighed, looked back at the three people below, and said in a low voice:

"Everyone, close your eyes!"

As soon as this remark came out, several people realized something, all fixed their spiritual platforms, closed their eyes and lowered their eyelids, calming their hearts and spirits.

Only a breath had passed when the starry sky above the great hall suddenly lit up, rising a silver-white oval object, emitting strong light, covering countless stars in the sky completely.

"Dong!"

Several people closed their eyes and said nothing. Zhang Yun had already knelt on the ground. The large bell above finally trembled violently, as if pushed by some invisible object, emitting a loud bell ring.

Several people's throats and lips and tongues went numb, all losing consciousness, kneeling on the ground one after another. Although different from Zhang Yun's great gift of worship, they also knelt down respectfully.

Silver-white light connected, and the copper bell rotated constantly in the air, slowly shrinking, and finally turned into a yellow flowing light the size of a fist, flying out from the great hall, like a comet rising against the sky, straight into the clouds.

This large bell slowly fell into that silver-white oval shape and slowly disappeared. Only then did two barriers slowly close from the top and bottom of that silver-white oval shape, slowly separating from this realm bit by bit.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 460 =====