Chapter 1 Stepping on the Bell

The instant An Qisheng set foot on the bronze bell, he felt an incredibly dense pressure, like an invisible wall of Qi.

But with his zhenqi contained, he took a step and crashed into it with the strength of his pure physique.

Then, he clenched his five fingers and smashed them towards the bronze bell!

*Wu~ng*

Substantial bell waves spread out like ripples, and the air moved like paper in a storm.

The vast airflow emptied and broke through the waves in an instant, and the low, melodious bell sound roared in all directions!

*Boom!*

Like a meteor falling to the ground, a star as a hammer, the earth as a drum!

The sound waves that burst out in an instant made the scalps of thousands of martial monks on the training field explode, and their minds trembled!

Even their bodies seemed to be convulsing as if electrocuted, and their bones and internal organs were numb.

Even more so, some of them went weak in the legs and fell to their knees under the bell sound.

The bell waves echoed in the sky and could be heard for hundreds of miles.

For a time, all the monks in the entire Huangjue Temple were alarmed.

Someone, struck the Huangjue Bell?!

Outside Huangjue Temple, a Confucian scholar in a green shirt looked up and saw layers of air waves intertwined and overlapping in the air, like a mushroom cloud suddenly exploding.

The whistling airflow scattered the clouds over hundreds of feet of sky.

The cold dragon circling in the sky trembled and almost fell headfirst, rising in horror and fleeing.

"Is someone ringing the Huangjue Bell?"

Outside Huangjue Temple, the Confucian scholar in green shirt heard the sound, and ripples appeared in his eyes:

"Could it be that the old monk has emerged from seclusion?"

"Sir, could it be that old monk Yixiu has emerged from seclusion..."

Listening to the rolling thunder-like bell waves and the vast air waves like huge waves, the faces of the group behind the Confucian scholar in green shirt were a little dignified.

They controlled the most extensive intelligence system and naturally knew a lot about behemoths like Huangjue Temple, which was like a country within a country.

How could they not know about this Huangjue Bell, a creation that could be called the most amazing in the martial world?

Likewise, they knew that only two or three people in Huangjue Temple could ring this bell now, but those two or three people were not in Huangjue Temple at all at the moment.

At this time, the only person in Huangjue Temple who could ring this bell, wasn't it the old monk?

The Confucian scholar in green shirt calmed his mind and walked towards Huangjue Temple:

"We'll know whether it is or not with one look!"

The eminent monks of Huangjue Temple, such as Sanyin and Sankong, were also shocked.

Sankong's old face even showed a hint of intense astonishment.

He had seen his senior strike the bell before, but even that senior had never done it so easily.

*Whirr whirr~*

Amidst the explosion of airflow like raging waves, An Qisheng's clothes fluttered.

The rampant sound waves rubbed violently against the Gang Qi covering his body, so that the white Qi around him flashed and disappeared, and bubbles exploded with roars like tigers and dragons.

An Qisheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

He burst forth with all his strength, shattering the layers of invisible Qi fields and striking the bronze bell.

At the same time as the bell rang, an indescribable force spread from his palm to every tiny part of his body.

In just an instant, all his pores relaxed, and his muscles and bones, and even his organs and internal organs, began to tremble and shake under the pressure of this immense force!

The few impurities that he had were instantly vaporized into smoke and expelled!

The internal force surging in his blood was boiling, and its fusion with the blood became even deeper. Even the zhenqi rapidly rotating in his meridians had an almost purifying effect!

Like washing the marrow and cleansing the bones!

His spirit was lifted!

Without moving, An Qisheng slammed his hand down again:

"Two!"

*Boom!*

The bronze bell weighing tens of millions of pounds was rung until it swung!

The bell rang again, and the air waves rose again!

"Ah!"

Too close, even though the martial monks had been prepared, they were still knocked over, their eyes were dark, and their minds were buzzing.

Sound waves are enough to kill people.

If the people present had not been practicing martial arts for many years and were physically strong,

With just this one blow, I don't know how many people would have their eardrums shattered, or even be killed on the spot!

"Unexpectedly, so easily."

Fuxin's heart was surging.

He was not surprised that An Qisheng rang the bronze bell, but this posture was too relaxed.

The Huangjue Bell is not just a bell, but also a magic weapon. When the bell is struck, one must face the terrifying force of the counter-shock, which is enough to shatter the meridians.

After ringing it once, he could ring it twice without even breathing?

Is this old Taoist's physique so strong?

"This bell is truly a treasure for practicing Horizontal Training!"

As he struck down, An Qisheng's long hair flew, and his entire body trembled in an extremely strange rhythm.

Muscles, bones, skin, internal organs, blood, zhenqi, internal force, meridians, and spirit seemed to have a tendency to merge under the vibration of the bell waves!

With a thought, An Qisheng's distracting thoughts disappeared completely.

Countless essences of Horizontal Training martial arts that he had learned floated on the bright mirror hanging high in his heart.

Hard Qigong, Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training, Dragon Roar Golden Bell Shield, Tiger Howl Iron Shirt, Yang Extremity Golden Body, Dragon Elephant Vajra Body... Xuan Xing, Jiu Fu Realm, countless Horizontal Training martial arts he had learned all appeared in his mind.

After hammering to death the Red Sun Dharma King, during the two months of driving away the beast tide, he had been dreaming of himself almost all the time, summarizing and deducing a Horizontal Training secret technique that completely belonged to him.

But the progress was not too fast.

The complicated Horizontal Training secret techniques of the two realms, and the complexity of his own meridians and physique, he had no predecessors to learn from, so he could only deduce it step by step.

But at this time, under the pressure of the counter-shock force of the bronze bell, every inch of his skin, every inch of his physique, every inch of his meridians, was bearing tremendous pressure in all directions without any dead ends.

And resisting fiercely.

In this state, the essence of countless Horizontal Training martial arts corresponded one by one with the reaction of his own physique and meridians to the heavy blow, and countless inspirations rose in his heart!

"Not enough, still not enough!"

An Qisheng's eyes were blazing, and he even forgot about his bet with Fuxin and Sankong for a moment.

Immersed in this state, his spine flicked like a dragon, and his arm, exuding a crystal light, slammed down again.

Bursting forth with all his strength!

*Boom!*

The bronze bell rang three times!

The unfallen air waves rose again, like a true dragon roaring above the boundless ocean, with wave after wave rising one after another!

In an instant, dozens of evergreen trees around the training field moved in the wind, and the leaves fell 'rustlingly'.

The many martial monks in the entire training field could no longer bear it, and they all sat down on the ground, circulating their internal force and zhenqi to resist the heavy sound waves.

The old monks such as Sankong and Sanyin looked at each other.

But they ignored it and instead walked to the nearest place, the place where the bell waves directly impacted, and sat down cross-legged.

Fuxin's heart was shaking, and he also keenly discovered the benefits.

The vibration of the bell could actually cleanse one's physique and spirit.

Immediately, he pressed Huiguo to the ground and made him circulate the Dragon Elephant Vajra Body to feel the vibration of the bell.

*Boom!*

*Boom!*

*Boom!*

The bell waves were like tides, each wave higher than the last.

The bell sound was so huge, and it also had a heart-shaking masculine aura.

The entire Huangjue Temple seemed to be shaking, the ground seemed to be trembling, and the momentum was so great that it was unbelievable.

"Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen! The bell has rung seventeen times!"

"Could it be that the Ancestral Master has emerged from seclusion?"

"Who else can ring this bell other than the Ancestral Master?"

Monks came out from temples one after another.

Looking at the layers of bell waves rippling in the distance, they were all horrified.

Even from several miles away, they felt that their hearts could not bear it, and their eardrums were buzzing.

*Whoosh whoosh~~~*

An Qisheng bathed in the whistling bell waves, his body steaming with mist, and his sweat condensed into mist like blazing steam.

His mind was empty, and he fell into a state that was half-intentional and half-unintentional.

His mind and body seemed to be separated at this moment. Myriad essences flowed in his heart, but his body still lifted his waist and swung his arms, striking the Huangjue Bell weighing tens of millions of pounds, making it ring and vibrate incessantly!

If someone could see through the layers of sound wave clouds to see the subtle parts of his body,

They would find.

His body seemed to be automatically adjusting and operating in this collision.

Changing slowly but visibly towards a more perfect state!

His muscles, bones, skin, blood, marrow, internal force, zhenqi, and meridians were all cooperating incomparably in this state, making fine adjustments.

"Exceeded, exceeded eighteen times, exceeded!"

"How many times? How many times has the bell rung?"

"I don't know, I don't know, ah, I can't take it anymore!"

In the training field, many martial monks were red-faced and red-eared, and they only felt that their internal organs were about to be shattered, and their blood seemed to break through the shackles of the seven orifices.

Immediately, I don't know how many martial monks could no longer bear it.

They all shouted and retreated to the distance, under such sound waves, they would be shaken to death if they stayed for a long time!

In just a moment, the huge training field was empty, only a group of old monks remained in place.

But a few of the weaker ones were also shaking slightly.

"The bell rang seventy-eight..."

In front of Huangjue Temple, listening to the bell sounds that were louder than the last and the waves that were higher than the last, the calm on the Confucian scholar in green shirt's face could no longer be maintained.

"Could it be that the one who is about to break through the barrier of heaven and man is not Pang Wanyang, but Master Yixiu?"

The group of subordinates behind him were even more solemn and horrified.

Taking a deep look at Huangjue Temple, which was close at hand, the Confucian scholar in green shirt slowly exhaled a long breath:

"Withdraw!"

"Is this person's body made of steel? No, even steel would be shattered in such a shock!"

Looking at the shaking bell tower, and the boiling void that seemed to have turned into a sea, many martial monks were so shocked that they could not speak.

The Huangjue Bell, weighing tens of millions of pounds, was shaking non-stop, constantly trembling, as if it could not bear such a heavy blow!

They could not imagine what kind of body could withstand such a powerful counter-shock force!

Yes, at this time, all the monks knew that the Taoist had not used any zhenqi, but was ringing the Huangjue Bell with his pure physique!

*Boom!*

*Clang!*

Among the waves of bell sounds echoing, a discordant sound suddenly came out.

From a distance, the eyes of many martial monks widened, and their faces twitched.

I saw that in a heavy blow, the Huangjue Bell unexpectedly fell off the bell buckle cast by the cold iron!

Falling towards the ground.

The Huangjue Bell was actually knocked down from the bell tower that had been hanging for two hundred years!

*Bang!*

The earth shook, and dust and gravel splashed in all directions, like a huge dust storm, covering the entire training field.

*Whoosh!*

The martial monks, who had not yet recovered from the shock, only heard a sound of exhalation like the roar of a tide.

Then a strong wind wrinkled in the training field, and the scattered dust was swept up like an earth dragon soaring into the sky.

Amidst the fluttering of his white robe, An Qisheng stood on the bell tower, looking down at the group of old monks who were sweating profusely and their clothes were wet.

Slowly exhaling:

"Eighty-one!"