Supreme Medicinal God

? Deafening, the roar of the fierce beast broke the tranquility of Fang Cunshan.

Many people are awakened by the roar of the fierce beast. Fang Cunshan generally does not train the fierce beast. How can there be a roar of the fierce beast?

Xiao Maile came over in panic: "Sect Master, the weather is not right."

Listening to the roar of the fierce beast, Mr. Mo Da frowned and looked serious: "Ring the bell to meet the enemy."

There is a Tibetan scripture pavilion on the top of Fangcun Mountain in the backyard, ten stories high, and a bronze clock is placed on the top floor. It was cast by the Kaishan Patriarch a thousand years ago, and the word guard is carved on the bell body.

This bell generally does not ring, as long as it rings, there will be strong enemies.

Hundreds of years ago, Jiuyin Huiqi and Qisha led six elders in Jiuyin Hui and entered Fangcun Mountain. They almost knocked Fangcun Mountain out of the door. At that time, the bronze bell rang.

Later, until the generation of Mr. Mo Da, this bronze bell never rang.

When Mr. Mo Da said that he wanted to ring the bell, Xiao Mai and Grandma Mo both froze for a moment. They felt a little wrong and did not need to ring the alarm bell.

"Do you want to ring the bell?"

Mr. Mo Da didn't explain and still ordered briefly: "Twelve times."

Twelve times, it is already the third level of vigilance.

According to Fang Cunshan's sect rules, depending on the degree of threat, the warning bells are divided into four levels, seven, nine, twelve, and eighteen, and the most serious one is the eighteen ringing.

Hundreds of years ago, Fang Cunshan encountered Jiuyin to attack the mountain, but it just knocked eighteen times. Now it is just a fierce beast that roars and it will knock twelve times. Is it a big deal?

These thoughts, Xiao Maile could only murmur in his heart, and he did not dare to say it. Since Master Mo Da had ordered it, Xiao Maile did not dare not listen, so he hurried to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the backyard.

Don’t look at smiling Maitre is a little fat, but his movements are not slow, but the movement is not very elegant, it looks like a big ball rolling.

On the tenth-floor staircase of the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures, he climbed down in one breath, exhausted and panted, but he did not dare to be indifferent. He raised his bell and struck it against the big bronze clock.

Count while knocking, one, two, three...

Twelve alarm bells, echoed for a long time on the empty Fangcun Mountain, one sound more than another, just like knocking on the heart, it was shocking.

Mr. Mo Er hurriedly arrived, and the three elders of Fang Cunshan also rushed from the Houshan Bieyuan.

Mo Yun and Sister A Juan were also alarmed by the bells.

Granny Butterfly complained: "What clock will ring early in the morning to make people sleep well."

Sister A Juan had already gotten up. From the loud bell, she heard an unusual smell. She hurried out of the room. Mo Yun and Lao Qintou were already standing in the courtyard.

"What's going on, the bell is ringing."

Lao Qintou and Mo Yun are good friends. From Mo Yun's knowledge that Fang Cunshan's alarm bell sounded, there was no good. The louder the bell, the louder the sound, indicating the more serious the situation.

Although he knew that the situation was serious, Mr. Qin could not change his cynicism, he smiled and said, "Yo, Mr. Mo, do they ring the bell and call us to get up?"

Mo Yun smiled bitterly: "Where is the bell ringing and calling you to get up? This is the alarm bell for Fang Cunshan's strong enemy. I haven't told you before, you old Qin head, your brain is getting worse and worse."

Helen looked at the dark sky and said, "Master, look, is there a black mist floating in the sky?"

Sister A Juan is very experienced in setting up the array, and immediately sees that Fang Cunshan has fallen into a powerful and extremely dangerous Yinxie array method.

"This is not a black mist, but a black mist that surrounds the whole mountain. This is obviously a powerful evil and evil formation. It is so powerful that it actually covered the entire sky with a layer of black gas."

Grandma Butterfly couldn't sleep anymore, and she heard that everyone was in the yard, and she followed.

She complained: "Who really hates, what do you do with so much black smoke?"

"Let's go to the backyard and see what kind of enemy it seems."

Mo Xinyan and Mo Lingshan also came to the courtyard and said in surprise: "Second Uncle, Dad, why did you ring the bell? The bell in the Tibetan Classics Pavilion is not only knocked when a strong enemy commits an offense."

Mr. Mo Da took a kiss with a lesson: "Heart word, once taught you for your father, to be an ancient warrior, you have to observe carefully, be cautious, how did you forget? The strong enemy has come, but just did not show up."

Mr. Mo Er persuaded and said: "He has been immersed in Bingxin Valley for sixteen years, so he has been cultivated for a long time, and he doesn't realize the danger. Brother doesn't have to blame him."

Mo Lingshan looked around in surprise: "Grandpa, Grandpa II, what's the danger?"

The three elders from Fang Cunshan, Mo Yuan, Mo Jin and Mo Xing, are all brothers of Mr. Mo Da.

Mo Yuan pointed at the sky with a serious expression: "Look at the sky, the black air is overshadowed, our Fangcun Mountain has been surrounded by formation."

Mo Lingshan pouted: "Who is so bold and dares to provoke us to Fang Cunshan, is he trying to find death?"

Mr. Mo Da sighed: "Lingshan don't talk nonsense, this person dared to lay this powerful and evil evil circle without attacking. Obviously, there have been premeditations, not ordinary people. I can't think of anyone in the contemporary world who can lay down Such a powerful formation is ten times stronger than the ice and snow formation of our Fangcun Mountain."

Mo Lingshan had seen Grandma's ice and snow formation under Bingxin Valley, which prevented outsiders from entering Bingxin Valley, and was not hurt by the cold beast, but was broken by Ye Feng.

She threw her tongue out: "Wow, ten times stronger than the ice and snow, is this person a fairy?"

A loud voice came from the entrance of the courtyard: "Those who can lay this formation, although they have not become immortals, are already close to the strength of Dixian."

Mo Yun, Lao Qintou and Sister A Juan also came to the backyard.

Mo Lingshan was like a little white rabbit rushing into Mo Yun's arms: "Grandfather, do you know who did it?"

"I can guess who it is, this person is a bad guy."

After seeing Mo Yun and others, Mr. Mo Dae's frown was slightly loosened, and he introduced to the three elders and Mr. Mo Er: "Brothers, who do you think this is?"

Both Mr. Mo Er and the three elders practiced in their cave house last night, and this is the first time they saw Mo Yun.

They all feel the look of Mo Yunxian's wind and bones, and they look very familiar, but they have never seen it, and Mo Yun's body exudes a strong aura, and should be a senior who cultivates into a deep.

Both Mr. Mo Er and the three elders gave Mr. Mo Da a puzzled look and shook his head blankly.

Mr. Mo Da laughed: "Your eyesight is really bad. You don't see the portrait of his old man every day in the Presbyterian Church, but you can't guess who this old man is?"

The Presbyterian Church is a small and quiet courtyard next to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. There is a historic ancestral hall where the portraits and materials of the elders of Fang Cunshan are kept. Only the elders are eligible to enter the Presbyterian Church.