"Brother, be careful of your words, and we can't afford to offend Daozong."

Many outsiders are as if they have lost their parents. Even though they support Qin Cheng extremely well, they still believe that this battle is no longer suspense.

"Qincheng, remember to climb the low point later."

On the high platform, Zhang Junyi fell down and pointed at his crotch and laughed.

Qin Cheng ignored him, but looked up at the Tianjiao Bell.

"Tianjiao Zhong, don't anyone else know your real name? I'd better ask the Daozong to do this on purpose, and he was confused about the audio-visual." Qin Cheng murmured to himself.

The old man Yiqi once passed on information about seven holy tools.

One of them is called Zhentian Bell.

At this time, it was floating above Qincheng's head and was renamed the Dao Sect as Tianjiao Bell.

This is why Qin Cheng is extremely sure that he can win this battle, but this bell has no corresponding clock hammer, because the Zhentian Bell is a holy weapon, and it is impossible to have a holy weapon-level clock hammer. Moreover, when he rings the holy weapon, he will win.

Qin Cheng floated up, and a small hammer of light appeared in his hand.

It was not the Wanlian Hammer I used last time, but the stars shining all over the body, which was the fairy spirit.

The seven holy objects in the world are all divine objects cast by supreme methods and were born in the Immortal Court era. Using the immortal energy to activate this object, the effect will be improved several times. Qincheng bombarded the Zhentian Bell with the immortal energy, so how could it be lost!

Dong!

The hammer of fairy energy fell on this Tianjiao Bell and made a loud bang.

It was not the muffled sound of the past, but like thousands of thunders, exploding the world at the same time, and the sound clearly penetrated every inch of space.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, monsters woke up and birds flew around.

Countless people who were in seclusion, no matter how many formation barriers were set up, no matter how hidden the place they were located, could not help but wake up and recover from their practice.

Even the prisoners heard the sounds in the hollowed-out mountain of Wendao Sect, and they all cheered, thinking that Wendao Sect had encountered a heavenly tribulation.

In the sky, the floating white clouds were shattered because of this loud noise, and the sky was clear in an instant.

With everyone's shocking eyes, Qin Cheng's hammer fell.

Bell patterns rose one after another, five, ten, and fifteen.

In the blink of an eye, he had already caught up with the sixteen bell patterns that Zhang Junyi blasted out.

However, all this was not over yet. Under the unbelievable eyes of everyone, all eighteen bell patterns lit up.

Someone was boasting about Zhang Junyi's creation of history just now, but in just a few minutes, a new history was created by Qincheng and Zhang Junyi became dust.

"Now I am the best genius, who has any opinions or thinks I am not qualified? No matter what tricks you have to use, just stand up."

Qin Cheng's eyes were as cold as ice. He was floating in the air, standing under the scorching sun, his eyes swept around.

Those who were arrogant and arrogant before and kept belittling Qincheng were silent at this time. Under Qincheng's gaze, they lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.

"Star Qi, what's going on?"

Someone suddenly exclaimed, this was an old man, his arms trembled excitedly and pointed at the small hammer in Qin Cheng's hand.

After he reminded him, many people discovered that the things in Qincheng's hands were actually covered with stars.

"Why can you still use the starry aura when you leave the trial land?"

Even Elder Xun stood up suddenly, with a strong look of horror on his face, which was even more shocking than the eighteen bell patterns of Qincheng.


Chapter completed!