Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Chapter 102
She thought that Ah Li belonged to Brother Huo.

It can be seen that just now, although Ah Li shot fiercely, she did not approach the center of the battlefield, but just protected her near her as promised.

Who would have thought that Ah Li had the same thoughts as her, and regarded each other as Brother Huo's.

in this way……

Lu Yun Changjie trembled, casting a shadow on her beautiful face.

She thought, she was not the only one who came to see the play.

With Ah Li's skills, she should not be unknown, but no matter how she recalled, Ah Li did not exist in her memory.

Outstanding talent but withered early?
Seeing Ali's unrestrained appearance, Lu Yun denied this guess.

The other party concealed her true identity.

And when she got close to her, maybe she was really just looking for a cover, just as she thought.

Lu Yun, who wanted to understand, laughed and shook her head.

Ahead, after the deal was concluded, Weng Zi was still strangled by the neck, Weng Tiangang's throat rolled, and he led people to the inner courtyard of Weng's house.

Walking through small paths, I finally came to the ancestral hall of the Weng family.

The door opened, and the smell of incense came in.

There are quite a few spiritual places inside, and the incense of longevity is burning, and the white smoke curls up, which is very pungent.

Weng Tiangang broke off a spirit tablet in front of everyone, and the mechanism was opened, revealing a hidden compartment, which was small, and inside was a clock the size of a watermelon.

Compared with the name of Qianqiu, the body of this Qianqiu clock is too petite.

Lu Yun looked carefully, there was a small gap at the bottom of the Thousand Autumn Clock.

The simple color and mysterious runes flowed on the Qianqiu clock, and a prehistoric atmosphere spread out. The coercion from the ancient times made many people bow their heads.

Huo Ge was very excited.

He strode forward, took the Thousand Autumn Bell from Weng Tiangang's hand, and took out another thing, which was the copper bell that he broke the barrier at the gate of Wujian Town.

Looking at it this way, the two things are made of the same material.

This copper bell is the missing part of the Qianqiu Bell, so the enchantment of the Qianqiu Bell can be opened.

Brother Huo brought the copper bell close to the Thousand Autumn Clock, and the palm-sized copper bell began to vibrate, peeling off layer after layer of shell, and finally only a small piece of debris remained.

The pieces fit perfectly into the notches on the swing.

When the two became one, everyone heard the sound of the bell ringing from the soul.

Boom, boom, boom!
The voice was brutal and bursting, resounding in the mind, and it was impossible to stop it.

Someone covered their ears and tried to silence the voice, but it was in vain.

Blood was flowing down the earholes, and someone was kneeling on the ground, hunched over, trying to ease the pain.

Lu Yun didn't feel well either.

She frowned, using all her spiritual power, all she could do was protect her ears from accidents.

As the bell rang, she could feel the uncontrollable movement of the spiritual power in her body.

From slow to fast, the change is only a blink of an eye.

The riot of spiritual power pulled her whole body, her breathing became heavier, her face was red, her body was stiff and unable to move.

She is familiar with this feeling.

Her body, guided by the bell, was on the verge of self-destruction.

"Huo Hai, what are you doing?"

Someone roared with difficulty.

Everyone knew that this abnormality was also caused by the Qianqiu clock, and now that the clock was in Huo Hai's hands, everyone hoped that he would stop the ringing of the bell immediately.

"Not me, me, I don't know why?"

With the treasure in his hand, Huo Hai had a sense of bewilderment on his face, which was the fear of facing the unknown.

The Qianqiu clock is not controlled by him.

He himself was affected by the sound of the bell.

Boom!
Boom!
He could hear his heart beating rapidly in tune with the bell, and the intense sound made him think his heart would explode at any moment.

"Stop, stop!"

Brother Huo shouted, cold sweat streaming down his cheeks.

But no matter what he did, he was powerless to stop the accident from continuing.

"It's you!"

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Weng Tiangang with fierce and resentful eyes.

The clock is in his hand, but the owner is someone else.

Because of Huo Hai's words, many people looked at Weng Tiangang.

The people present were suppressed by the bell, but Weng Tiangang stood where he was, relaxed.

Hearing Huo Hai's words that his death was imminent, Weng Tiangang smiled.

He took a step forward and picked up the Thousand Autumn Clock.

The heavy bell sounded like nothing in his ears.

Fingers brushed the surface of the clock, Weng Tiangang's eyes were full of obsession and cruelty.

"Of course it's me. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"I've been looking for this piece of the Thousand Autumn Clock that is missing for a long time, until you delivered it to my door."

Weng Tiangang's smile was sinister and evil, like a mask, hypocritical and ugly.

I don't care.

He held the Qianqiu clock, as if treating himself as a baby, with an intimate and gentle voice.

"Back then, after you got a piece of the Thousand Autumn Bell, you established the Long Live Pavilion."

"Long live Qianqiu, hehe, you people in the Long Live Pavilion are really ambitious."

Weng Tiangang disdains this kind of wolfish and ambitious people.

Especially when he saw so many people present unable to move under the sound of Qianqiu Zhong, the expression on his face became more flamboyant and weird.

"If you don't complete the Qianqiu Bell, how can you open the Nanshan Tomb?"

"I should thank you all for sending this fragment to me. In order to express my gratitude, let you become the blood food of Qian Qiuzhong's awakening."

Under the light words, there are people who blew themselves up one after another.

Clouds of blood mist floated on the ground, and the spiritual storm generated by the self-explosion was controlled by it in the inner space of the Qianqiu Bell, like compressed cotton balls, with some sharp edges occasionally emerging.

Weng Tiangang threw the Qianqiu clock into the air, and the watermelon-sized clock began to spin at a high speed. In the blink of an eye, it was big enough to cover everyone.

The body surface of Qianqiu Clock has ancient lines flowing, and those mysterious runes can easily make people addicted to it at a glance.

On the periphery, Lu Yun half-kneeled on the ground like the people around her, lowering her head to hide the deep thought in her eyes.

She had never heard of Qianqiu Zhong, but she remembered Nanshan Tomb.

In the ancient times, there was a person named Nanshan. In the era when immortals were born in large numbers, Nanshan Taoists were all amazing talents.

After he was born, all the proud sons of the various sects were crushed by him.

Taoist Nanshan, who could have stood at the pinnacle of power and honor, didn't have much entanglement with those sects. He walked in the realm of comprehension like a lone ranger.

What he seeks is very simple, that is, longevity, and for this reason he has almost traveled all over the world of cultivation.

It was an era where ascension was not difficult, but with the aptitude of Taoist Nanshan, it would be a matter of time.

The same is true of the fact that he has spent decades walking a path that ordinary people may not necessarily finish walking in hundreds of years.

But on the eve when the other party was about to cross the catastrophe and ascend, he collapsed.

The huge spiritual power in the body shattered the surrounding buildings and caused them to collapse, finally forming a tomb-like shape.

The world calls it the Nanshan Tomb.

I wish to honor Nanshan's life, and the thousand years will last like this, this is a sentence engraved on Nanshan's tomb.

Up to now, no one knows why Taoist Nanshan died at that time. He stopped a step away from longevity.

It turned out that the Thousand Autumn Bell belonged to this Nanshan Taoist.

(End of this chapter)