Chapter 74 Falling Star (Part 2)

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They could no longer hold back and flew to the Wannian Palace together. The bells continued to ring along the way, ringing again and again. The sound was like thunder, knocking on the hearts of everyone, weeping and complaining, causing the sky to be filled with sorrow.

The bell has tolled thirty times now, and a sense of sadness permeates the top of the mountain. Even those who don’t know the meaning of the bell will feel inexplicably sad just by hearing its sound, let alone knowing its meaning. Every time The ringing of the bell was like a knife stabbing their hearts.

When he flew to the square of the main hall, he saw the door of the hall open. A man wearing a silver star satin robe with a sad and angry face was using his hand as a mallet to strike the big bell again and again. With each strike, the bell One star disappeared.

"Master Zhang!" Everyone blurted out at the same time when they saw it.

Only then did they see a group of people kneeling in the square, and it was Yan Beiqiu and others.

It's just that of the more than a hundred people who went out in great numbers, now there are only a dozen or so left.

Why is there even one less immortal?

Could it be that……

Everyone's eyes went dark.

"Beiqiu, what's going on? Where are the others? Why are you the only ones back?" A true immortal rushed up and yelled.

Yan Beiqiu, who had always been as cunning as a fox, just kept sobbing.

Seeing her appearance and the endless sound of the bell, everyone was completely heartbroken.

The bell is still ringing, and its sound becomes more solemn and solemn. Since its inception, there has never been such a lively and heart-warming star-shaking experience, and it was only today that I finally got the opportunity to be powerful. In that Wujin mournful cry, even though he had the body of an immortal, he felt unable to control himself even with ordinary ambitions. Finally, one by one fell to his knees in front of the steps and burst into tears.

The mournful sound became more and more powerful in the mourning of these immortals. By the time the bell rang a hundred times, the loud sound of the bell had resounded throughout the entire Tianlu Divine Continent, as if everyone had heard the cry coming from the horizon.

The bells rang until one hundred and four times before they finally stopped. With the last bell, the moon that represented the earthly immortal also dimmed.

The world finally felt the boundless power of the Falling Star Bell. Under the influence of this bell, everything fell into great sorrow, as if the trees, mud and rocks were crying for it.

Wu Ya suppressed a large number of disciples kneeling in the square.

True Immortal, Earthly Immortal, and Zi Mansion were no longer distinguished from each other. Regardless of image, everyone hugged each other and cried together.

On the contrary, the Supreme Headmaster ignored the power of the Falling Star Bell, and after ringing one hundred and four bells, turned around and walked towards the palace.

Arriving at the depths of the hall, the headmaster knelt down with a plop and said in a long voice: "Xinglan is incompetent and killed the pillar of the door. Please punish me, the ancestor!"

A sigh followed: "I already know the matter, but can I find out who did it?"

Yan Beiqiu grabbed the ground with her head: "Disciple is useless!"

The implication was naturally not found out.

"Can I bring back the body?"

"Only one." Yan Beiqiu said as she took out a corpse. It was one of the corpses that Tang Jie used to frame the blame. However, Yan Beiqiu took it away and sealed it with a secret method to prevent it from returning to the ruins. At this moment, superior.

I saw a fairy wind coming from the palace, blowing on the corpse, and saw two rays of light shooting out of the corpse's eyes, falling in the air to form a picture. In the picture, Tang Jie raised his sword and struck it down. It was that The last scene the deceased saw while alive.

"Is it him?" Yan Beiqiu trembled when she saw it was Tang Jie.

Naturally, she would never forget this person.

"Do you know the origin of this person's name?" Headmaster Xinglan asked.

Another person next to him had already replied: "This person's name is Hong Qianli. He is in the out-of-body cultivation stage and his sect is unknown. He looks like a casual cultivator."

"Rose cultivators? How dare the rogue cultivators attack our Xingluo Sect? How can they kill hundreds of elites sent by me? There must be a mastermind behind this matter!" The old and majestic voice from Big Duan has already been heard.

Xinglan immediately said: "Master, can you go back further?"

The majestic voice sighed: "No way, this happened for too long, the soul has long been exhausted, the fairy spirit has dispersed, and it is the limit to be able to extract this last glance. But now that he has an appearance and a name, then this person No matter where you run, you can't escape Yantian's calculations."

"Yantian divine calculation?" Xinglan was shocked: "Master, are you talking about that senior?"

The old voice in the main hall said: "Aren't many people from the Qitian Sect also died? If there is no clue at all, even the calculation of Yantian is useless. They need our news, and we also need theirs. Go, Go to Qitian Sect with the news, and they will tell us where this Hong Qianli is."

"Master, please punish me!" In a small room in the back mountain of Qitian Sect, Jun Baimei knelt on a futon, shivering, and cried out sadly.

Surprisingly, the person sitting cross-legged in front of him and kneeling down was actually a child who looked to be only seven or eight years old.

The little boy waved his hand, causing Jun Bai to raise his eyebrows and let out an old sigh: "Well, they are the ones who deserve this disaster. When I went to the royal court, I once taught a hexagram, which is called a big disaster. If you can turn the disaster into good luck, It will definitely bring the luck of heaven and earth into one body. But they don’t have this fate after all.”

"The fate of heaven and earth?" Jun Baimei was shocked: "Could it be that the person who killed them was someone favored by fate?"

The boy nodded slowly: "If this were not the case, how could he have killed so many people in our Qitian Sect? Even I cannot trace him."

"That……"

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." The boy waved his hand: "The clues will come naturally. If you jump out of the way of destiny, there are many ways to catch thieves and take advantage of them. At least my old friend is quite good at this."

Jun Baimei was shocked again: "Master, you mean that adult? But will he be willing?"

"He will be willing. Even without the calculation of Yantian and the deduction of fate, I know that he will definitely come." The kid suddenly paused and looked into the distance: "It's more urgent than I thought. He's already here. .”

After a while, several figures were seen flying towards here. They were a man wearing a blue robe and a robe with a big rooster painted on his chest. It seemed that he was an earthly immortal. They came to the thatched cottage and prostrated themselves: "In the name of the Great God of the Bei Sect, Come, little Mou Siming has seen the Immortal Immortal."

The kid nodded slightly and said, "Did you bring what I wanted?"

"Hui Xianweng, I have brought you." Mou Siming raised his hands high, and a memory bloomed in his hands, which was Tang Jie's memory.

"This person's name is Hong Qianli, an out-of-body cultivator. He participated in the massacre of our sect's cultivators. Other details are not yet clear."

Unexpectedly, the child's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw it: "The power of fate is so entangled, the fate of heaven and earth loves the image of one body... With him, it is enough!"

As he spoke, he threw an object, but it turned out to be a Yin-Yang Bagua mirror. It flew into the air and then retracted it. The image was already collected in the mirror, and the words "Hong Qianli" appeared next to it.

The image kept rising in the mirror, and below it was a magnificent mountain and river gradually appearing, which was clearly the scene of the ancient continent. Then Tang Jie's image rotated in the air and suddenly shot towards one of them.

"Found it!" Mou Siming said in surprise.

But he saw a vast area appearing in the mirror, with no end in sight.

"Why is it so large?" Mou Siming was stunned.

The Yantian Mirror is a soldier of destiny, controlling the destiny of the world. As long as there is specific information, everything in the mirror will be unknown. But now what is shown in the mirror is an area, which is rare.

Even the immortal immortal was stunned, and then he said: "Maybe it has something to do with the power of destiny in him. If we were closer, we might be able to understand it better."

He didn't know that Hong Qianli was a pseudonym. If one of the conditions was wrong, it would naturally be difficult to pinpoint it accurately. It should be noted that there are often people with the same name and surname or similar appearance, but there are almost no people with the same name and appearance. It is precisely because of this that Yan Tianjing's calculations require such basic conditions, and the more detailed the better. If the basics are wrong, it will naturally be difficult to be accurate.

If it were normal, the Immortal Immortal would definitely notice the problem. But first of all, Qi Tianzong has not made such a stupid mistake in the past few thousand years, so he is not mentally prepared. Secondly, Tang Jie happened to be a person whose fate was entangled again. The path of destiny is mysterious and unpredictable, and abilities are ever-changing. It is not surprising that there is such a way to cover up one's own secrets, so other possibilities are ignored.

After thinking for a while, the Immortal Old Man said: "Bai Mei, you have made a big mistake. This has caused heavy losses to our elites. You are now punished to go to Heart-Eating Stream immediately and be punished for five hundred years."

Jun Baimei replied with a trembling voice: "Yes!"

The Immortal Old Man said again: "Liu Feng, take the Yantian Mirror and go with them to catch this boy named Hong Qianli."

"Disciple, I obey." A young man appeared from nowhere, bowed to the Immortal Immortal, captured the Yantian Mirror, and flew out.

"Yes!" Xinglan bowed to the end.

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