I Pick Up A Bunch Of Attributes

It is said that the powerful man on the Taoist platform of the Xuanwu royal family once came to Canglan Mountain with the intention of completely destroying Qianqiu Valley with one blow.

However, when he saw the Qianqiu Bell that was silent deep in the valley, the powerful man seemed to be frightened in some way. He fled out of the Canglan Mountains without thinking, and even issued the ban directly afterwards:

As long as the Qianqiu Bell is still there, Qianqiu Valley can suppress and destroy them, but it must not kill them all!

"In terms of feelings..."

Feng Xia was obviously shocked. He rubbed his chin, and after a long time, he let out a faint sigh: "This clock has been here for so long, has it really not expired?"

Yanagawa Yuan: "?"

Wait, what is the shelf life? !

Seeing his reaction, Feng Xia couldn't help but shook his head: "Counting from the time when the first generation headmaster was active, it has been at least six or seven hundred years to this day, right?"

Yanagawa Yuan nodded blankly: "Yes, no matter it was the most prosperous years at the beginning or the difficult years later, the Qianqiu Bell always suppressed the destiny of our sect."

"When was the last time the Qianqiu Bell rang?"

"Probably... six hundred and ninety-five years ago, before the first generation headmaster passed away on his deathbed, he used this clock to kill many powerful enemies and laid the foundation for the first holy land in Qianqiu Valley."

"That's okay." Feng Xia shrugged and raised his hand to point into the distance, "Almost seven hundred years have passed, and this bell has never sounded at all. How do you know it is still intact?"

"..."

Yanagawa Yuan couldn't help but choked, his eyes widened.

For a moment, he actually felt that what Feng Xia said made sense!

Even the natal treasures they use need to be constantly refined and diligently maintained and maintained in order to exert their maximum power at critical moments...

Even if this Qianqiu Bell was made by the first-generation Sect Leader Valley Master, it stands to reason that it is impossible to escape this law!

"T-If you put it this way..." He turned his head stiffly and looked at the Qianqiu Bell deep in the valley.

Thick shadows cast down, and there was a dead silence. The air seemed to be completely solid, and it was even more depressing than usual.

——Just like in the past hundreds of years, the Qianqiu Bell has always stood quietly deep in the valley, long and far-reaching, and has never made any sound.

"No, it's impossible!"

Suddenly, Yanagawa Yuan screamed hysterically, with no trace of elegance on his face. He suddenly activated his lifelong energy, and his figure passed by like a sword light, heading straight to the deepest part of Qianqiu Valley.

"The first-generation Sect Master Gu was a master of Tongtian. The Qianqiu Bell that he spent his whole life refining, how could it be lost just because of the passage of time..."

His steps suddenly stopped, and the whispers in his mouth stopped abruptly.

Because at this moment, Feng Xia was one step ahead of him and came under the huge Qianqiu Bell. He pressed forward with a gentle palm, and then... left a clear handprint on the wall of the bell.

Several tattered metal fragments fell from the edge of the palm print.

Feng Xia increased her strength.

Click!

The thick wall of the bell seemed to have turned into incomplete rotten wood, and he penetrated it easily, leaving a dark and frightening hole.

There are even cracks spreading on both sides of the cave entrance. From a distance, it looks like a long and narrow eye has appeared on the bell wall, opening its eyes silently and staring at the visitors silently.

"this……"

Yanagawa Yuan's breathing was almost completely stagnant at this moment.

Stunned, stunned, horrified...

All kinds of negative emotions swarmed in in an instant, more turbulent than the flood that burst the embankment. In an instant, Yanagawa Yuan's mind was submerged!

Feng Xia shook her head regretfully and turned her attention to the big clock again:

"I just said something seemed to be wrong, and it turns out that's where the problem lies."

It is true that many artifacts are cast and can exist longer and longer than their creators, but this existence often has many limitations.

Even though there are all kinds of extraordinary powers in this world, after all, seven hundred years have passed. Before the final silence, the Qianqiu Bell probably experienced a tragic battle, and the bell body suffered considerable damage...

"If you had repaired this bell in time six hundred and ninety-five years ago, perhaps it would have retained a certain power, but you actually... actually..."

Feng Xia already understood it even if she thought with her back molars and heels.

The treasure left behind by the first-generation headmaster of the valley = strong, invincible, awesome, and explosive to the sky.

So a group of people actually did nothing and just left the Qianqiu Bell there for seven hundred years!

Sometimes thinking inertia is really scary.

If this bell also had a bell spirit, it would have screamed like this before dying suddenly:

"I feel like I can still save something!"

"ah--"

"No, this is impossible..."

Yanagawa Yuan stood up unsteadily and stared blankly at the dark hole like an eyeball: "If the Qianqiu Bell God can be lost, why would the member of the royal family..."

"Perhaps, that person just realized that Qianqiu Zhong's time was running out, so he gave up his plan of fighting head-on, and instead chose to delay the time. When Qianqiu Valley completely loses its protection, he can take you down without any blood."

If the deterrence of the Qianqiu Bell is lost, it will be easy to overthrow the Qianqiu Valley with the existing power of the Xuanwu royal family.

Come to think of it, the royal family has made frequent moves in recent years, infiltrating and forcing Qianqiu Valley step by step. Maybe it is precisely because Qianqiu Bell's "end date" is approaching!

Feng Xia rubbed his chin thoughtfully, looking along the hole he had pierced, towards the inside of the Qianqiu Bell. However, the next second he was suddenly stunned.

"What is this?"

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Chapter 0035

"Qianqiu Bell...ho ho ho...impossible..."

Not far away, Yanagawa Yuan fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes dull, as if he had completely lost his soul.

If it is true as Feng Xia said, the power of the Qianqiu Bell is gradually losing its power, and the Xuanwu royal family has also discovered this...

When the Xuanwu royal family launches a full-scale attack, what will Qianqiu Valley do to resist the rebellion?

At this moment, Yanagawa Yuan was paralyzed on the ground, his hands hanging down limply. His face was as gray as gold paper, like a wounded wild wolf, and he let out desperate and meaningless sobs.

"Hey, don't worry, don't be so anxious yet."

Suddenly, Feng Xia's expression perked up slightly, and he waved his hand towards Yanagawa Yuan: "Although Qianqiu Zhong is probably incompetent, you, the first-generation headmaster of the Valley, seems to have a little bit of something..."

In Feng Xia's field of vision, the interior of the mountain-like bell body was not completely dark.

There is a little bit of faint light, like sparks on the dark field, mottled and floating in the vast darkness, which looks particularly eye-catching.

If you look closely, you will see that it is a small bell!

Each small bell is only the size of Feng Xia's fist. It is between reality and illusion. It is composed of some kind of pale golden light, like fireflies, floating in the darkness inside the bell body. There are eight people in total.

Faced with this situation, Feng Xia was stunned for a moment, and then said with a strange expression: "Your first-generation head teacher... seems to have left a backup plan for you."

Yanagawa Yuan's body suddenly trembled, and an incredible light burst out from his eyes:

"Brother Feng Dao, what did you just... say?!"

"I just said... there is no need to despair so early." Feng Xia shook his head calmly, his eyes flicking back and forth on the small clocks.

The small bell floating around looks like a smaller Qianqiu bell in both shape and texture.

He thought for a moment and placed another palm print on the Qianqiu Bell.

Click——

The crack on the bell body expanded instantly and turned into a thick gap, just enough for one person to pass through.

Feng Xia didn't think much and stepped in.

"I have to say that the first-generation headmaster of Qianqiu Valley can really be called a strange person. It seems that he has even considered your current situation seven hundred years in advance!"

As he spoke, Feng Xia's expression showed a hint of surprise.

Niu Bi, the first-generation head coach and valley master!

Behind him, Yanagawa Yuan's eyes also lit up. He seemed to have thought of something. He stood up like a carp and appeared next to Feng Xia like a phantom.

Then, he also saw those illusory little clocks, with deep admiration on his face:

"Sure enough, the first-generation Sect Master Valley Master is so wise that there is no way he didn't leave behind a backup plan... But what exactly are these little bells?"

"If I have to say it, it seems that Qianqiu Zhong... gave birth to many little bells?"

Feng Xia took a few steps forward, and several small spiritual light bells that were relatively close to each other seemed to have a certain spirituality. They sensed Feng Xia's approach and suddenly floated away.

It really looks a bit like fireflies... Yu sighed quietly in his heart, and then Feng Xia looked at the space inside the Qianqiu Bell.

For hundreds of years, this space inside the Qianqiu Bell has almost become a small world of its own, and no outsider has ever set foot here.

But now, the arrival of an uninvited guest has broken the centuries-old peace.

"Qianqiu Zhong gave birth to many little bells?"

His face twitched unconsciously, and Yanagawa Yuan felt even more incredible: "Qianqiu Zhong is not a living body, but it can even do this kind of thing. He is worthy of being the first generation headmaster of our sect."

Feng Xia was speechless: "Fellow Daoist Liu, there's something wrong with your understanding. I'm just making a metaphor. Do you really believe that Qian Qiu Zhong gave birth to Xiao Zhong?"