Chapter 435: The Belated Evening Bell

"Boss!"

The bottle of sharpness issued a call that was almost inaudible.

"Ring the bell! Ring the bell!"

Ring the bell…

Yelan himself came to ring the bell. Of course, he had more things to ask about the bottle of edge.

Otherwise, you might not even come to the Holy Light Square.

"What is going on? What is that piece of glass?" Yelan paused and asked, "How...are you doing?"

The figure of the Bottle of Edge was dissipating little by little, and the sound became intermittent.

"I...should be fine."

"You don't have to worry about Dawn Fortress. As long as it can be solved in the end, all this will not bring death."

"Please find a way to solve the problem in Yuguang City and don't let it end up like Dawn Fortress!"

"There should be clues in the Prison of Mirror!"

"The anomalies in Yuguang City may cause the situation to go wrong depending on the situation! Not all of them are credible!"

After speaking hastily, it disappeared in front of Yelan's eyes.

"What the hell is going on, meow..."

The psychic cat rubbed his head hurriedly:

"What does this morning bell and evening bell mean to the Ancient God's Touch? Meow? What will it do if something unexpected happens?"

"And...where is this unexpected situation?"

"By the way, where's that team?"

Ye Lan narrowed his eyes slightly and lowered his head.

When he lowered his head again, he was watching the scarlet light above his head seep into the tower.

From top to bottom, there seemed to be a strange calmness in the tower.

"It seems that the problem lies here..."

boom! !

Before Ye Lan could finish her words, she heard a loud bang.

Then the entrance leading to the top of the tower where Ye Lan was, was like a dam that could no longer withstand the torrent, and was finally rushed in by the touch of the ancient god.

Almost instantly, the unpleasant and cold spiritual energy wave came from the tip of my nose.

"Oops, meow! He forgot about it, meow! The Touch of the Ancient God is coming, meow!"

Yelan:......

I understand your panic, but there is really no need to shout so loudly.

Uh-huh!

Ye Lan's spiritual energy surged, and in the blink of an eye, half of his body transformed into a strange shape.

That half-weird figure stood in the middle of the road, motionless, with thousands of tentacles floating around, as if a huge wind was blowing up.

Just like that, endless weirdness passed directly through Yelan.

"...Okay, that's awesome, meow!" The psychic cat looked at Ye Lan in surprise: "It doesn't seem to have noticed you at all, meow!"

"..." Ye Lan frowned.

That being the case, it sounds reasonable.

But...it just seems.

Touch of the Ancient God would rather rush here at the cost of being exposed and pretending to be dead. How could he not concentrate and go all out?

Even though the aura is similar, the appearance is still too different.

In other words, as long as the Ancient God's Touch even glances at this place, he will definitely be discovered.

But it didn't.

That means...

"Unconscious state? Or consciousness is at war in another place?"

Ye Lan narrowed his eyes but still didn't move.

In the next step, the vast tentacles took a grasping posture and grabbed forcefully towards the person released by the bottle of sharpness...

Sunset Bell!

Yelan's brows twitched.

This posture... is to pick it up!

"It doesn't want to take it away, but..." Yelan's eyebrows moved: "It also wants to knock?"

No matter what the situation and price will be if the dusk bell fails to ring, the approach of Touch of the Ancient God coincides with his own.

Yelan's eyes flashed slightly, and then, with the huge psychic energy wrapped in the thousands of tentacles, he brazenly grasped the bell hammer!

It is known that the morning bell and evening bell are the requirements of 003 and have never been wrong in 60 years.

It is known that if the bell is not rung, bad things will happen.

Then it can be determined that Lao San is a vested interest.

It is known that Touch of the Ancient God is trying to prevent this bad thing from happening.

Ringing the dusk bell, he may also be a vested interest!

"Then things will be very simple." Ye Lan chuckled.

"The bell must ring. The difference is who rings it!"

The moment one hand completely grasped the hammer, Yelan trembled slightly.

This feeling...

boom!

The moment she grabbed the hammer, Ye Lan felt as if she was forcibly connected to something else.

There was a loud bang in his mind that he couldn't control and didn't know where it came from. During this lag in thinking, the hammer seemed to be sticky, tearing at Ye Lan.

Falling! Falling towards the bottomless abyss!

"This feeling..." Yelan's complexion changed slightly, but it was not over yet.

There’s another one looming!

Being forcibly squeezed out by Yong Ye's power, he was driven aside. He was a little confused, but his power was getting stronger and stronger, and the ancient god's touch became more and more powerful!

boom!

Yelan holds the bell hammer, and the dark blue mist is lingering in the center of the venue.

The thousands of tentacles of the Ancient God's Touch touched the bell hammer up and down, entwining themselves layer by layer, as if they were competing against the power of Eternal Night. The two, one on the left and one on the right, filled and divided the entire tower.

The blood moon above his head was like a bead, and before he knew it, it was slowly suppressing it.

The terror grew bigger and bigger, as if the sky was falling.

"...Ye...Yelan!"

Xia Manman fell to the ground with a face full of fear, looking up at the glass window above her head and the bloody starry sky outside the window, trembling slightly.

That blood moon seemed to have become an eye.

Quietly, quietly staring at all of this.

The red light was like rain, like thousands of vertical stripes of small insects, falling and being born in this world.

Ye Lan measured the power of the touch of the ancient god that was playing against him, and then raised his head.

It was too weak, too weak, probably just like the half-dead clone lying in the night house now.

On the contrary...the blood moon above and the weird stars behind the glass were really a bit worrying.

It was too fake.

The painting style was too fake.

And...the weirdness was also a bit fake, right?

So that Ye Lan clearly felt a sense of powerlessness at this moment, why was this thing so hard to beat, but he was not panicked at all.

How could this be true?

Drop.

Time passed quickly until Ye Lan heard a crisp sound and looked at the source of the sound.

6:01.

The time when the evening bell rang should be six o'clock in the afternoon.

Strangely enough, the sunset in the Land of Afterglow is exactly at six o'clock every day.

Crack.

At this moment, Ye Lan heard a sound of glass breaking.

Snap! Snap!

A series of crisp sounds rang out from all directions, and when he turned his head again, the glass of the entire tower was shattered all over the ground.

Ye Lan's pupils suddenly shrank.

It was as if some kind of environment was broken, the false was no longer false, and the impossible became real.

Visible to the naked eye, dust was floating outside the window.

Visible to the naked eye, all the light seemed to disappear.

No... wrong!

The sun should have indeed set.

But, it shouldn't be this color.

This doesn't feel like night, but like...

a dead void!

Visible to the naked eye, only the Dawn Fortress is left!

And outside the Dawn Fortress, everything that can be seen by the naked eye is no longer the Land of Afterglow, but a void!