Let’s not talk about his status as a disciple of Jie Jiao. Just talk about his own cultivation as a Daluo Jinxian. Looking at the three realms, there are few who can make him fall.

"Even the name of the Seven Immortals seems to have become the Sixth Immortals."

Jin Guangxian's words were recognized by others present, and they all nodded and stood up.

"This matter must not be left alone. I am of low ability and cannot do anything to him, but I don't believe it. There is no truth in this religion."

"We are all disciples of Jie Jiao, so we have the same sect, so we can't be so heartless, right?"

Everything is relative!

Wang Yu shook his head gently and looked at Long Er Dingguang Immortal. With his current eyesight, everything had changed differently.

He is not very old, and looks like he is only 23 or 24 years old. He looks like a young man. Although everyone is gathered here, the people around him have distanced themselves from him.

…

However, when they arrived in front of the Biyou Bell, the immortals were in trouble again.

"Senior Brother Ao, you are also an inner disciple, and the news is widespread. Haven't you heard about this?" A disciple next to him was still curious, and he was also familiar with Senior Brother Ao's character, so he bravely asked.

"Senior Brother Wuyun, what do you mean?"

"Jin Guang is right, that boy, this time he really went too far. Even for the sake of my senior brother, I can't let go of this matter."

The magical power is like paper, the Taoism is like smoke, but with the power of the past, it will break at the touch of it, how fragile and pitiful!

"Uncle Chang-Er Master." Wang Yu looked indifferently, looking at Chang-Er Dingguang Immortal who struggled hard and found it to be useless, he shouted again.

Also, aren't they, Senior Brother Ao himself, also so curious?

Long hair shawl, black hair and black eyes, enveloped by a layer of watery light, cold and mysterious, with an invisible Taoist charm surrounding him, like a condensation of authority, making him appear majestic and sacred.

"After all, we are all from the same sect, can we really kill him?"

He regretted why he didn't have the courage to kill him in the first place. If so, he wouldn't be like this now.

Wang Yu blew a breath, and the paper transformed by Chang'er Dingguangxian flew into those worlds and entered one of the ink dots.

Until now, he still wants to kill Wang Yu!

At least, this kind of thinking is absolutely dominant!

"You have cut off my path. I have no future. Now...how are you going to deal with me?"

Although he was defeated, Chang'er Dingguangxian did not panic much. Instead, he regained his original calmness, stared at Wang Yu, and sighed: "I was wrong, very wrong."

"What do you mean it's not such a surprise!" Senior Brother Ao frowned tightly, in disbelief. He couldn't believe this rumor from the bottom of his heart.

His soft words, carrying the power of the past, reached the ears of Long-eared Dingguang Immortal.

"Misfortune comes from the mouth. Let's forget it this time. If it happens again, be careful with your skin." Senior Brother Ao shook his head, his tone was not good, but the concern in his words could be heard.

They knew they were in the wrong, but they did not dare to refute the rumors about their elders. In such a situation, it would be better if no one took it seriously. If someone took it seriously and spread it, they would have to be punished.

Black Cloud Immortal, Golden Light Immortal, Pilu Immortal, and Golden Hoop Immortal.

No matter how fierce that person is, his opponent is Daluo Jinxian!

The saint's dojo should not be treated lightly, as it has its own rules.

The seven immortals of the Jiejiao Sect, except for the fallen Long-eared Dingguang Immortal, the suppressed Lingya Immortal who is still trying to avenge his sins, the Qiu Shou Immortal who devoted his life to Wang Yu, and the other immortals are all here.

"Brother, how many times should you ring the bell?" Jin Guangxian looked at Wu Yunxian and asked.

The existence that was originally unattainable in his eyes now seemed so illusory, like a figure in a painting.

Bang!

"After all, Senior Brother Chang'er is also his elder. Although there is cause and effect, he won't kill him, right?"

"If I just retreated or left, how could I say it? I heard that he died." The disciple who spoke first lowered his voice, and the words that came out of his mouth made everyone's hair stand on end.

Anyone seeking to see a saint must first seek out Guangchengzi.

There are naturally rules for ringing the bell. Depending on the size of the matter, the number of ringings is also different.

With a unified opinion, everyone set up their clouds and headed towards Biyou Palace. The wind was so fast that they flew an endless distance in an instant.

In other words, there is no point in being afraid.

"Never lose your perseverance because of the judgments of outsiders and the words of others!" Wang Yu sighed at the long-eared Dingguang Immortal, and then slapped him with a backhand palm in his ever-dilating pupils.

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Fallen?

How can it be?

The Biyou Palace of the Sage of the Shangqing Dynasty naturally had a bell named Biyou Bell, which was supposed to be in the hands of Duobao, the great disciple of Jiejiao.

They are even somewhat used to it.

"Junior brother Jin Guang is right. This time, it was that kid who got through."

"Do you know? I heard that Master Long-Ear's uncle seems to have disappeared." A group of disciples gathered together where the fourth generation disciples were, and said mysteriously.

When he offended Wang Yu, he never thought that he, a powerful Luo Jinxian, would be manipulated by a junior, without the ability to resist.

No matter what you do, if you seek to see a saint, you must act according to the rules, especially when it comes to serious matters.

"who is it?"

"I heard? Can such things be heard and spread casually?" Senior Brother Ao said coldly, looking around with sharp eyes, forcing everyone to lower their heads.

When they arrived in front of the Biyou Palace, the immortals lowered their heads and rang the Biyou Bell angrily.

Does this sentence make sense?

"Destroy my past and suppress my present?"

Wow~

Time is like water, crystal clear to the bottom. The Long-eared Dingguang Immortal escapes into it, transforms into water, and is no longer visible. He escapes with the power of time and moves forward indomitably.

However, when the past becomes the Dao Fruit, is controlled, and the power of the past is condensed, it becomes even more powerful than Da Luo, making Da Luo unable to resist.

"You guys..." Senior Brother Ao's eyes became colder, but he didn't scare anyone away. He only saw pairs of curious eyes, and couldn't help but sigh: "Sooner or later, you will get into trouble for this."

There is a Luopo Bell in Yuxu Palace. If you ring the Luopo Bell, you can only enter with the permission of Saint Yuxu.

Like paper, Long-eared Dingguang Immortal was flattened directly, causing ripples in the void, and a square world appeared like an ink dot.

No matter how he used his magical powers, there was no change. The power of the past was like a powerful shackle, locking up a Da Luo Jinxian.

"Disappeared? What do you mean? Seclusion? Left?" asked a disciple in white, who had vertical pupils and was a spiritual snake who attained enlightenment.

"I really don't understand how that kid killed Junior Brother Long-Eared, but it's not important anymore." Wu Yunxian sighed, stood up, and straightened his clothes.

The disappearance of Long Er Dingguang Immortal soon triggered a chain reaction among Jie Jiao disciples.

He used his magical power to eliminate the power of time. He heard the sound of running water in his ears and summoned the long river of time. His body shone with light. He wanted to enter the long river and transform into time to block the power of Wang Yu's words.

Major events involve the entire Jiejiao. Four to six times, the bell rings on Jin'ao Island, which represents major events in Jiejiao;

Dangerous events involve the entire prehistoric world. Seven to nine times, the bell rings in the three realms, which represents the safety of the world.

"This is a long-eared matter. It should be a personal matter. The maximum is no more than three rings."

Wu Yunxian walked towards the Biyou Bell, picked up the bell hammer on the side, his chest rose and fell, took a big breath, and then struck it hard: "However, that boy does not respect his teacher and ignores the etiquette of his fellow disciples. He has already broken my boundaries."

The church’s rules prohibiting members of the same sect from killing each other are related to my order in the church. The bell rang…six times!”

Boom~
Chapter completed!