Emperor Yutianwu

Qingyi didn't say anything, Qing Jingtian was already very good.

He blocked it for her once.

The rest, I will do it myself.

Unless I die, I will never give up!

A flash of determination flashed in Qingyi's eyes.

Boom!

The next second, the sixth sound!

"Ah!!!"

Qingyi screamed again, this time, her body was almost shattered, the terrible bell crushed her will bit by bit, as if to tear her apart completely.

However, Qingyi only paused for a second, and immediately got up, Boom!

The seventh sound.

Puff!

This time, Qingyi was really dying, she felt that she had never been so close to death.

But she still refused to give up, she slowly stood up, already swaying like a candle in the wind, the people below looked at it with heartache.

"Is it really worth it?"

Too many people asked in their hearts.

Nangong Qing had already cried loudly.

She grabbed Qing Jingtian's hand: "Go help Sister Qingyi, go help Sister Qingyi!"

Qing Jingtian did not move.

Because he could not move.

He stared at the petite figure, even a little puzzled.

In his opinion, Qingyi should have died long ago with the terrible power just now.

How could she still be alive!

Qing Jingtian thought that even he should not be able to withstand the seventh sound, right?

But Qingyi was still standing there.

Only relying on a will?

Qing Jingtian clenched his fists.

No words.

How to help?

Help with your life?

…

On the Wentian Mountain.

Qingyi's hands kept shaking.

Not fear, but because the injury was too severe.

From beginning to end, there was almost no fear in her eyes.

It seemed that death was not a very scary thing for her.

Bang!

The ancient bell rang again.

This time, the sound was not very loud.

Because Qingyi really had no strength.

However, the power of the Heavenly Questioning Bell has never been related to sound. As long as Qing Yi rings it for the eighth time, the destructive power will quickly attack him.

In an instant, Qing Yi knelt on the ground, and her body was no longer human.

"Oh my God, eight rings..."

"She actually rang eight times?"

"The point is, she is still alive."

At this moment, Qing Jingtian was a little moved.

He didn't understand how Qing Yi did it.

Obviously, in terms of realm, strength, physical body, and everything, Qing Yi was not as good as him.

In the end, Qing Yi rang eight times in a row?

How did she do this?

Qing Jingtian couldn't figure it out.

Just by willpower?

However, he still shook his head: "It's still too far..."

Nangong Qing glared at Qing Jingtian: "You crow mouth, what are you talking about!"

Qing Jingtian said seriously: "Eight sounds are indeed very powerful, and have surpassed everyone in Tianlong Valley now... But everyone knows that the most difficult thing about the Questioning Heaven Bell is always the ninth sound."

"The eighth sound... Although it is difficult, many people have done it. Only the ninth sound is the key to everything."

Nangong Qing was silent for a moment.

Because she had seen Chu Yan ring the ninth sound.

So she knew even more how terrible this ninth sound was.

That sound was too difficult.

Although Nangong Qing hoped that Qing Yi would succeed, she also knew how impossible it was!

"But it's like this, is it still not possible?" Nangong Qing gritted his teeth.

Qing Jingtian hesitated and whispered: "Not necessarily, she may succeed, but the price... is too high."

"What do you mean?" Nangong Qing looked at Qing Jingtian fiercely. "She has already rung eight times. As long as she strikes again, the ninth ring will ring, and the mighty power of the Questioning Heaven Bell will appear! This means that she can make a wish, but... after making the wish, she may die."

Nangong Qing's pupils shrank; "So serious?"

Qing Jing said.

Now, it depends on whether Qing Yi will use her life to exchange for an unknown powerful wish.

……

……

On the Questioning Heaven Mountain.

This time, Qing Yi rested for a long time and panted for a long time.

Then she stood up slowly.

There was only one ring left, and she would not give up.

And this time, as soon as she raised her hand, a faint voice suddenly rang in her ears: "If this ring rings, you will die."

Qing Yi's eyes changed slightly, but she only paused for a second, and her fist struck again.

The voice was surprised: "Don't you even want your life?"

Qing Yi said: "If I ring the bell nine times, can I make a wish... Even if I die, can I make a wish?"

The voice was stunned and said calmly: "This is natural. When the bell rings nine times, the wish will be born, and I will abide by it."

Qing Yi smiled: "It's okay, just make a wish."

The voice reminded again: "It's agreed in advance that although you can still make a wish, this does not include resurrection of you! Once you die, you are dead."

Qing Yi smiled: "It's okay, no need to resurrect me."

The Questioning Bell fell into silence.

It also didn't understand why someone would not even want his own life to make a wish?

Is it worth it?

But it's just the bell here. Qing Yi insisted on ringing it, so it naturally wouldn't stop him.

Gradually, Qing Yi's fist got closer and closer.

Everyone stared at it.

Bang!

The next second, the small fist finally fell.

Bang!

The Questioning Heaven Bell began to tremble violently, and then a strange color appeared on the Tianlong Valley, and all the rays of light gathered together.

At this moment, the nine sounds returned to one.

It resounded throughout the Tianlong Valley.

Qing Jingtian and Nangong Qing were both silent.

"She... still rang it."

"It's over." Qing Jingtian took a deep breath. Qing Yi succeeded, but he didn't know whether Chu Yan could be saved.

No one knew whether the power of the Questioning Heaven Bell could kill a great emperor.

But... he knew that Qing Yi was most likely dead.

One life for another?

Qing Jingtian shook his head.

He didn't say anything more.

...

Boom!

On the Questioning Heaven Mountain.

When Qing Yi rang the ninth sound, there was no pressure, but a sense of relief.

She smiled, it succeeded!

Brother Chu Yan... Next, you have to live well.

Buzz!

Almost instantly, a small bronze bell flew out of the ancient Wentian Bell, just like the one Chu Yan had used, and first landed on Qingyi.

Qingyi was puzzled after getting the bronze bell.

"Make a wish! When you make a wish, the ninth killing intent will fall... You will definitely die." The voice was very cold.

Qingyi didn't care, but took a deep breath and said, "My wish is... to kill someone! Kill the cleaner, kill the master of the destiny insect in the outside world!"

Wentian Bell is very spiritual, just a little sweep, and immediately knew who Qingyi was talking about.

"Okay!"

"Your wish, I will fulfill it for you!"

"Now, are you ready to die?"

Qingyi's delicate body trembled slightly, and she turned to look at the distant sword cliff.

Unfortunately, it was too far away, she couldn't see it, so she could only lower her head in disappointment, and finally slowly closed her eyes.

Then, come on!