The steps are wide, the steps are long, and the steps are far.

Step by step, Han Sanqian didn't even know a few steps until the end, and finally went straight up the stairs.

He raised his head a few times, but every time he caught sight of the endless stairs, he simply didn't look or looked, sullen his head, and walked up step by step like a machine.

After a long time, he suddenly discovered that the steps under his feet were unusual. They were crystal clear, like stone but not stone, like jade but not jade.

When I looked up, I saw that at the end of the steps not far away, there was a high platform that was stable at the top.

He glanced at his feet, and there were already countless steps circling deep into the ground.

"call!"

With a heavy sigh, Han Sanqian opened his legs, increased his speed, and headed towards the high platform.

In less than a moment, Han Sanqian was already on the stage.

The high platform is spliced ??together with countless square bricks with a length and width of about one meter, with a total of more than 300 square meters. The floor tiles are similar to the last steps. Standing on a large pillar, it looks extremely majestic.

"Bell Ringer!"

"One sound is loud, and seven sounds are the end."

A voice that sounded like an old man, but was powerful and empty.

Han Sanqian stared at the old bell. Come on, this bell is as big as a big truck. It is mottled with rust. In terms of appearance, it is extremely unlikely that this bell wants to ring.

Moreover, the clock hammer hanging next to him does not seem to be the master of the messenger, it is also mottled with rust, and the most embarrassing thing is its weight.

Just looking at it, that thing weighs thousands of kilograms. If you want to touch it and then ring the bell, it is simply within your reach.

If Han Sanqian was in his prime, with such a bell and such a hammer, Han Sanqian would have no fear, and he should be able to handle it at will.

But without the support of the cultivation base, if you want to move it, it is simply as difficult as reaching the sky.

Han Sanqian even laughed at himself, it was not bad that he could move the clock hammer.

"Young man, pick up the hammer and you can start."

"If the bell rings once, you are considered a man."

"If it can be heard twice, then it can be considered that he has not made a bad life in this world. Reluctantly, he is considered to be a cultivator."

"This can be heard three times, but it is the dragon and the phoenix among the people, and the last person who can achieve something."

The words fell, the voice stopped.

Han Sanqian frowned: "Senior, are you gone?"

"What else do you want to know?"

"I want to know, what is the fourth tone, and what is the fifth tone?"

"It seems that you don't need to know these, but since you asked, the old man knows everything, and you can hear it clearly."

Han Sanqian nodded: "I'm all ears."

"Okay, if this bell rings four times, it will be the pride of heaven and earth. Therefore, it will dominate people."

"As for the five tones, you can dominate all directions, and you can call a true god."

Han Sanqian understood roughly, this one could be heard by an ordinary person from all over the world, the second one was for a high school disciple, the third one was for an expert, the fourth one was for an expert. Sheng is a super master who can dominate one side, and Wu Sheng is a true god.

However, this made Han Sanqian have a deeper question.

"I just heard from the old gentleman that this bell can only ring seven tones, so what about the sixth and seventh tones?" Han Sanqian asked suspiciously.

"Six tones?" The old gentleman was not angry, nor was he impatient at all, he just said slowly: "These are beyond your understanding, there is no need to ask, and there is no need to know."

Han Sanqian gave a bitter smile. Although the old man did not answer, it was obvious that Han Sanqian could roughly judge from the previous situation. It was absolutely amazing that he could make six or seven sounds.

Thinking of this, Han Sanqian shook his head: "I asked Han to ring the bell, but this senior only talked about the front and not the back. Han really didn't know whether the bell was ringing or not."

"After all, if I want to make this bell ring seven times, what should I do then?"

Hearing Han Sanqian's words, the old man smiled lightly: "Seven times? It seems that I really should tell you what these six and seven tones mean."

Han Sanqian smiled softly and waited quietly...

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