Wan Xuanchen stared at Wan Hanyi, and a Dao pattern appeared under his feet, containing the signs of Yin and Yang and Bagua.
Wan Hanyi slowly raised his right hand. The rusty three-foot iron sword seemed extremely fragile and could be broken easily: "That depends on whether you have this ability."
The corners of Wan Xuanchen's mouth slightly raised. Since he started practicing Taoism, he has never revealed his true strength in front of the world. Even the senior officials of the Wan family, including his father Wan Tuyuan, have no idea.
"Click"
Wan Xuanchen took a step towards Wan Hanyi. The cold wind came from nowhere and shocked the monks from all directions to shiver and tremble.
"Kick, kick, kick..."
Wan Xuanchen's footsteps were like the sound of a Tao, resounding throughout the world.
Visible to the naked eye, a bloody residual painting condensed behind Wan Xuanchen.
In the ancient paintings, it seems that ancient gods have fallen, and the towering immortal monuments are broken. The overwhelming pressure spreads out from the ancient paintings, making Wan Xuanchen's figure appear boundless, making people worship and tremble in their souls.
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"What kind of Taoism is this?"
The heroic heroes in the world felt a wave of panic deep in their hearts, and their faces were full of shock.
Wan Xuanchen's eyes were like the scorching sun, so hot and bright that it was difficult to look into his eyes.
"when......"
An ancient bell rang, Wan Xuanchen raised his head and roared, and a round bell with mottled vicissitudes of life appeared from the ancient painting. The ancient bell was engraved with complex Taoist patterns, and the years left a deep mark on it.
traces of.
"What is this?"
A group of people from the Wan family looked at each other. This was the first time they saw Wan Xuanchen's Taoist weapon, and they were very confused.
As the clan leader, Wan Tuyuan was also confused. Wan Xuanchen had never had a heart-to-heart talk with Wan Tuyuan since he was a child, and would never tell Wan Tuyuan anything.
Regarding the origin of Wan Xuanchen's mentor, Wan Tuyuan and the entire Wan family did not know anything about it. Every time Wan Tuyuan talked about this matter, Wan Xuanchen would remain silent and say nothing.
"The sound of a bell can cause heaven and earth to blend together. It's really terrifying!"
Many old guys looked up at the sky above Wan Xuanchen, and a white circle formed by the condensed Daoyun Spiritual Sea suddenly appeared. It was very spectacular.
At the foot of a mountain near Kongqi Mountain, Xu Changge clasped his left hand on his back, looking at the movements on the battlefield from a distance, his eyes becoming more solemn: "Jidao Bell."
"Junior brother, do you know Wan Xuanchen's Taoist weapon?"
Luo Huangxue heard Xu Changge's muttering to himself and quickly turned around to look.
"The existence of 20,000 years ago, the legend of immortality, the Jidao Bell!"
Xu Changge said slowly.
Luo Huangxue was stunned for a moment, and for a moment she couldn't think of what Xu Changge meant by these words.
But after the old man Yan Qingyou heard this, he was instantly shocked. He lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "This is that body-protecting Taoist soldier, and Wan Xuanchen is actually his disciple!"
"Master, who are you talking about?"
Luo Huangxue became more and more curious about the origin of Wan Xuanchen's ancient bell and Wan Xuanchen's master.
"The legend of immortality, Taoist Tongtian."
Yan Qingyou's throat rolled slightly and she said in a deep voice.
Hearing the sound, Luo Huangxue suddenly realized, her face changed drastically, and her whole body froze.
The person who saw the Jidao Zhong was not only Xu Changge, but also the hidden existences from all sides.
"Is that one still alive?"
One by one, the hidden powerful men revealed their true bodies, causing a commotion.
Old Man Qingteng, an old monk with a golden body, and the master of the world’s best swordsman, Cang Jue.
For a time, Kongqi Mountain was filled with people, and countless monks bowed to these powerful men who stood at the pinnacle of the world, with great excitement and awe in their eyes.
Even before the fight between Wan Xuanchen and Wan Hanyi officially started, the Hidden World Master who was secretly watching could not sit still. All this happened only because of the Ji Dao Bell summoned by Wan Xuanchen.
"May I ask if Senior Tongtian is here?"
Many old guys with one foot in a coffin bowed slightly towards the void, saluted and called.
For a long time, no one responded, and everyone had no choice but to put away their courtesy. With their ability, they could not detect any trace of Taoist Tongtian. Even if Taoist Tongtian was among the crowd, no one could recognize him.
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"
The younger generation were all dumbfounded. In their long lives, this was the first time they saw seniors from all forces salute at the same time. The scene was too horrifying.
"Show respect to that senior."
The old man replied patiently.
"What senior?"
The young man looked confused.
"Twenty thousand years ago, Taoist Tongtian ascended to the seventh level of Mahayana as a saint and reached the pinnacle of cultivation. Then, Taoist Tongtian forcibly opened the path to enlightenment in order to aspire to the throne. Unfortunately, the path to enlightenment for future generations has long been cut off, and the path to enlightenment has long been cut off.
Man failed. The world thought he died on the road to enlightenment. Who knows that a thousand years later, Master Tongtian attained enlightenment again. Alas, he still failed."
The world was silent, and only the words of a certain old man echoed in all directions and fell into everyone's ears: "After the second failure, Taoist Tongtian disappeared, and all living beings felt that he would not live much longer. However, another thousand and five years passed.
For the third time in a hundred years, Taoist Tongtian has stood at the pinnacle of the world, fighting against the sky just for the chance to attain enlightenment."
"Senior, did you succeed?"
The monks who were unaware of this period of history were dumbfounded. It was unbelievable that such a thing existed in the world.
"No." The old man shook his head and sighed, with a bit more respect in his eyes: "Taoist Tongtian failed six times in total and disappeared completely ten thousand years ago."
"The young master is actually the disciple of Taoist Tongtian. This battle is bound to be won."
Everyone in the Wan family beamed with joy, as if they had seen the scene where the Wan family was superior to all living beings, and their hearts were surging.
"Xuanchen, you are really good. You are worthy of being my son."
Wan Tuyuan could not suppress the excitement and joy in his heart, and his expression was in high spirits.
He achieved enlightenment six times, failed six times, and escaped the catastrophe of enlightenment six times without dying.
Taoist Tongtian was praised by later generations as the legend of immortality.
Time has passed so long, everyone thought that Taoist Tongtian had found a treasure place and died. Who would have thought that in today's battle between two juniors, they could actually see Taoist Tongtian's natal weapon - Jidao
bell.
"Are you his apprentice?"
Wan Hanyi took a deep look at Jidao Zhong and did not hide the respect in his eyes.
"yes."
Wan Xuanchen nodded and admitted that there was nothing to say.
Wow——
When everyone heard Wan Xuanchen's personal admission, they were in an uproar and screamed in surprise.
The weight of this identity as a disciple of Taoist Tongtian is much higher than that of the young master of the Wan family. After all, the Wan family is just a reclusive family, but there is only one Taoist Tongtian.
It is no exaggeration to say that apart from the existence of the ancient restricted area, Taoist Tongtian can be called the best in the world.
"Senior brother, do you have any chance of winning?"
Luo Huangxue felt slightly panicked.
The disciple of Taoist Tongtian, Wan Xuanchen’s luck is truly unbelievable!