Chapter 907: The Bamboo Rat Rings the Bell

No one knows how long the Black River is in the forest of death, and no one knows where its origin and end are.

However, the big and small bamboo rats in the forest know that every hundred years, the little bamboo rats will lie on a leaf and go down the river along the Heihe River to see the unremarkable scenery along the way and resolve the loneliness and pain in their hearts. depressed.

The river meanders like a giant black dragon meandering away.

At the end of the Heihe River, stands a dusty ancient pagoda.

The ancient pagoda is dilapidated, covered with spider silk, and the stones below are covered with moss, covering all the knife marks and wounds on the stones. The ancient pagoda has nine floors, implying that one level ascends to the sky. The gate is made of the best pear wood, and the most precious pennant is hung on the top, but it has also been eroded by the years and is dilapidated. Blowing, the entire ancient pagoda shook, as if it would collapse at any moment.

But the door eroded by the years was tightly closed.

Behind the ancient pagoda, there is a small pavilion built of bamboo, and a big bell stands in the pavilion.

The big clock is full of runes that dance like tadpoles, and the top of the big clock is engraved with a dragon and phoenix pattern. The dragon is a blue dragon, looming in the clouds, and facing it, there is a phoenix with colorful feathers, extremely gorgeous, one dragon and one phoenix stare at each other, and the breath stirs nothingness.

A bucket thick and thin wooden stick made of unknown material was hung beside the big clock.

This is a forbidden place in the forest of death. Except for the big and small bamboo rats, no beasts dare to stay here, even the beasts with the strength of the venerable, and the water of the Black River flows from a stone cave under the ancient pagoda. flow out.

As the name suggests, the water color of the Heihe River is slightly black. This color is like five or six drops of ink suddenly dripping into a small bowl filled with water.

Two bamboo rats, one big and one small, stood side by side under the pavilion, and the big bamboo rat narrowed its eyes. Looking at Ouyang Ming, his eyes were full of solemnity, and he said in a deep voice, "I have stayed in the forest of death for thousands of years. Apart from guarding this forbidden place, I just want to ring this big bell, and you are the ones who The first group of people who came here in the millennium." Saying that, it pointed its sharp fingertips like bone knives at the big clock.

Brown-yellow pupils are full of profundity and vicissitudes, and there is also a kind of indifference that sees through the world.

Ou Yangming took the vicissitudes in his eyes into his eyes, and knew in his heart that the deepness in the big bamboo mouse's eyes was not pretending to be deep, but it was naturally presented due to rich experience.

This may be because I have seen too many people who are warm and cold, and the world is cold and cold.

He let out a breath of cold air, fixed his eyes, cupped his hands, and said in a very respectful voice, "Senior, I don't know how long this ancient pagoda has existed? What's the point of ringing the big bell?" He asked two questions in succession. The question, this is what he wants to know urgently in his heart. He faintly feels that this ancient pagoda may have a great connection with the formation of the death forest. People are curious about unknown things, even Ouyang Ming is no exception .

Feeling the strange and special aura from him, the big bamboo rat answered his question with a gentle voice: "This ancient pagoda has existed for thousands of years. As for the significance of ringing the big bell, I don't know. Ringing the big bell is the mission that flows in the blood of the bamboo rat." There is another sentence that it didn't say, which is a mission, but also a shackle, which is tightly attached to its head, getting tighter and tighter, and it is impossible to break free.

The big bamboo rat looked at Ouyang Ming, with a look of anticipation in the depths of his eyes.

As for the little bamboo mouse, it looked at Rhubarb curiously,

After thinking about it, he glanced at the Dobby King Kong again. Most of the fierce beasts in the death forest are covered with bone spurs, terrifying and frightening. It is the first time I have seen furry rhubarb. As for the multi-armed king kong, it is even more bizarre. open. [Through the Book] The protagonist, please let me go

After ten thousand years, is this time again? Ouyang Ming murmured in his heart that in the large formation arranged by Xu Junqing, Ou Yangming already knew that every ten thousand years, a catastrophe would occur in the spiritual world, causing the lives to be devastated. Take care of yourself alone.

And now, this ancient pagoda has existed for exactly ten thousand years. Is it a coincidence, or there is an unknown conspiracy in it, which is intriguing. Ouyang Ming's mind was in chaos like a paste stirred by a pair of chopsticks.

"Master, what's the matter?" Seeing that Ouyang Ming's expression was very bad, the Dot-armed Vajra asked in the spiritual world with his thoughts.

"It's okay, my mind is a little messy." Ouyang Ming thought to himself, and the voice suddenly rang in the brain of the multi-armed King Kong.

This kind of communication was not noticed by the big and small bamboo rats.

Ouyang Ming shook his head, suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his head, let out a breath of cold air, and threw a stone into the black river, and immediately, ripples in the shape of circular arcs rolled outward.

He took two steps forward, looked at the big bamboo rat, and asked, "Will there be any unexpected danger when ringing the big bell?"

The big bamboo rat spread its paws, shook its head, and said: "I don't know, this big clock has never sounded once for thousands of years, no matter how hard it is struck, it still won't ring. Have you seen the wooden stick next to the big clock?" ?”

Ouyang Ming rolled his eyes and nodded immediately.

There was a rare look of fear in the eyes of the big bamboo rat, and he said seriously: "On weekdays, even if I lift this wooden stick, it is difficult for me."

"Huh?" Ouyang Ming's face changed slightly, and he thought to himself, how is this possible, how can such an ugly wooden stick be so heavy.

No matter how heavy the treasure is, it shouldn't be difficult for a Venerable. Moreover, judging from the aura exuded by the big bamboo rat, even compared with the multi-armed Vajra who has survived the Six Heavens Tribulations, it is not weak at all, and even surpasses it in some respects.

How strong the Venerable is, it is no exaggeration to describe it as "lifting the mountain with strength and overwhelming the world", but now, it actually said that it is difficult to lift this wooden stick, which is unbelievable.

The big bamboo rat is undoubtedly a fierce beast with great wisdom. Seeing Ouyang Ming's expression, he immediately understood the thoughts in his heart.

There was a hint of memory in its eyes, and it said: "Two thousand years ago, my father was approaching the end, and he used all the spiritual power in his dantian, but he still didn't ring the big bell. Since he didn't ring, this important task will be overwhelmed." It was on my shoulders. At that time, I had just passed through the catastrophe. I was ambitious and unwilling to be bound in the forest of death. I rang the bell every day for thirty years in a row. It didn't ring once. Later, I figured it out. This is luck, fate, and the responsibility that the bamboo rats have to bear. After that, I sat for a hundred years, calmed down, and waited for the qualification to ring the big bell with peace of mind. Hehe, until today, maybe it’s time to wait.”

It looked deeply at Ouyang Ming, and its tone became more and more solemn: "If you are this person, then this big bell can finally ring." In the ancestral training of the bamboo rat clan, only certain people Only the best candidates can ring the big bell.

Although the voice of the big bamboo rat was flat, Ouyang Ming could still hear the helplessness in the voice.

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Ouyang Ming was extremely shocked in his heart. He observed for a long time, and then slowly said: "Fate and luck are things that are unpredictable and unpredictable."

When he said this, he was particularly emotional. Originally, if he hadn't obtained the fire of the phoenix in his life, he would have been mediocre and inactive, worrying about food, rice, oil and salt every day, but it was because of the fire of the phoenix that he The trajectory of his life has undergone earth-shaking changes, and he has embarked on a colorful and colorful road.

The big bamboo rat looked like a wise old man. It looked up at the sky and said solemnly: "It's getting late, get ready to ring the bell!"

Ouyang Ming's eyes brightened, and he said in a low voice, "What do I need to do?"

The big bamboo rat gave him a deep look, then chuckled and said, "Of course, I need to take a drop of blood from your body."

"Don't dare not!" Ouyang Ming bowed his hands slightly with a respectful expression.

Rhubarb and Multi-Armed King Kong also had burning eyes, with anticipation in their hearts.

The big bamboo rat walked into the pavilion, its furry paws moved forward, and its sharp nails flashed coldly, as if ignoring space, and they were directly printed on the center of Ouyang Ming's eyebrows. Vibrant blood was flown out from between the eyebrows, spinning non-stop on the bamboo rat's paw.

Its paws pressed forward, white light flickered on the fingertips, and the air in front of it exploded loudly, and then peeled away.

Exhaling lightly from the thin mouth, he roared, "It's true!"

A heavy breath spread out, like a heavy mountain pressing down on Ouyang Ming's heart, even if it was as strong as the multi-armed king kong, his heart felt a little depressed. It is conceivable that the cultivation base of the big bamboo rat has reached its peak. to what extent.

Immediately afterwards, this drop of blood essence turned into blood mist and merged into the big clock.

Immediately, the complex, ghostly and coquettish lines on the big clock moved upward inch by inch from the bottom of the big clock, and the light was shining brightly in different colors, illuminating the surroundings extremely brightly.

The Big Bamboo Rat gathers its breath and spews out an arc-shaped hurricane.

The small body suddenly swelled up, and the soft hair on his body stood up instantly, making him look less weak and more dignified. The body shape was pulled away, directly skyrocketed, and finally became extremely strong, the muscles were like squirming caterpillars, and the whole body was full of explosive strength.

The little bamboo mouse hugged its paws in front of its chest, its eyes were full of surprise.

Obviously, it has never seen such a picture before.

"Drink!" The big bamboo rat moved tens of feet in one step, and came under the long pavilion.

Separated its paws, it held the wooden stick as thick as a bucket directly. Its eyes showed enlightenment, and it thought to itself, could it be that this human kid is really a suitable candidate, and that's why he made the wooden stick as light as nothing? Without hesitation, a cyclone suddenly appeared in the dantian, rolling all the aura, turning it into vigor, and transmitting it to the pair of claws that had experienced many vicissitudes.

The big bamboo rat let out a loud cry, its eyes flashed, and it pushed its paws forcefully.

In an instant, the wooden stick slammed into the big bell with the momentum of the Yangtze River rushing into the sea.

"Boom..."

I saw that the big clock first sunk inwards and then protruded outwards. Repeatedly, it kept vibrating, and the light emitted became brighter, like a burning star, extremely hot. Then, a ripple visible to the naked eye and a roar At the same time, it spread, completely breaking the silence in the forest of death...