"Okay, these shouldn't be known to you, but you are always here. Even if I don't care about you, I still have to show the face of the person who brought you here."

"This bell is called Chaos Bell. Legend has it that it has the same longevity as heaven and earth. It can hear all things and distinguish thousands of transformations. It is extraordinary. However, it weighs one million catties, so although it is a bell, it is difficult to sound."

"The five voices have already been said before, so let's talk about the sixth voice."

"The one who can make the bell ring six must be the saint of the six saints, the god of the eight gods, and he is truly transcendent."

"This seventh tone, the one chosen by heaven is the ruler, but the existence of the world."

"However, you don't need to think too much, because although the seven sounds are recorded, there is no record."

"In other words, since the chaotic bell exists in the world, no one in this world can ring seven times. Of course, I may be unfair to say this, so let's do it, it should be said that it can ring The seven-tone person is actually not something we can reach at all."

"Naturally, there will be no record on the Chaos Clock."

"As for the six tones, there are some people, but from ancient times to the present, there are only a handful of them."

Hearing this introduction, Han Sanqian understood everything, which was basically in line with his initial judgment, and nodded: "After what you said, Han Sanqian was expecting a few words from himself."

"You?" The old man smiled lightly.

The next second, in the high platform, a white phantom slowly appeared.

"This old man has never liked to hit others, but young man, you made me want to complain. Just because you look like this, let alone ring the bell, it's the bell hammer, I'm afraid you will take it too. Sorry."

When the words fell, Bai Ying raised his hand fiercely, and the huge clock hammer hanging on the column flew directly towards Han Sanqianyi.

Although Han Sanqian's skills have declined, the magnitude of the huge bell hammer is not directly directed at Han Sanqian, and Han Sanqian gives way slightly.

hum!

With a muffled sound, the huge bell hammer smashed directly and ruthlessly half a meter in front of Han Sanqian's feet.

The ground, almost visible to the naked eye, was smashed with several huge crack patterns. The huge hammer not only smashed the solid stone bricks of the high platform into a huge deep pit, but also made the entire high platform sway.

At that moment, a huge weight of a thousand jins of stone fell from the sky to prevent Buddha.

"Try it." The white shadow laughed softly.

Han Sanqian glanced at him, and then at the clock hammer smashed on the ground.

Although, to a certain extent, this hammer does not seem to be light, but if you look closely, it is not an extremely heavy thing.

At least, judging from its overall quality and size, Han Sanqian, even if it is full, is only a thousand pounds at most.

If you want to overestimate it, it will weigh at most five thousand pounds.

Five thousand catties, let alone a mortal, even for a cultivator, this weight is already quite heavy.

Now that Han Sanqian has lost his cultivation base, to a certain extent, it is indeed far beyond what he can bear.

Not to mention picking it up to ring the bell, it would be extremely difficult to just pick it up.

However, he has come, he has climbed so far, there is no reason to give up halfway. Thinking of this, Han Sanqian smiled, and then lightly held the handle of the clock hammer, taking advantage of the situation to lift it.

"kindness...."

Just listening to a muffled hum, something embarrassing happened...

He could only hear Han Sanqian hum, but there was no movement at all from the hammer that fell to the ground.

Even though Han Sanqian had already exerted too much force at this time, his entire face was red and full of hideousness.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"This is the person who was brought back. It's really a joke to go to ring the bell."

"The most interesting thing about this man is that he can't even pick up the bell hammer, yet he still dreams of wanting to ring the bell. What's even more outrageous is that he has the face to ask people what it means to ring six or seven bells. , if I were him, I would like to dig my head into the crack of the ground."

There was laughing everywhere, and the atmosphere was awkward.

However, Han Sanqian knew very well that in order not to be embarrassed, the only choice was not to feel embarrassed, but to shut them up.

Thinking of this, Han Sanqian regained his strength, and then firmly grasped the handle of the bell hammer and exerted force...

"Get up!"

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