"Hahaha, I knew that he could not be recognized by the Holy Son Bell, which means he is not worthy of becoming the Holy Son."

The disciples who were with Wang Zhonghe were laughing so hard.

They had already arrived outside the main hall, and Xiao Jue could not punish them anymore.

Xiao Jue frowned. Could it be that Liu Wuxie couldn't get the approval of Shengzi Zhong?

At this moment, Liu Wuxie's consciousness entered a vast universe, surrounded by fog. No matter how he shouted, no one outside could hear a word.

"Where is this place? Am I not testing the Holy Son's gift in the main hall?"

Liu Wuxie quickly stabilized, looked around again, and found countless lines, like tadpoles, gathering towards him.

"Is this the inner space of the Holy Child Clock?"

When Liu Wuxie looked at these lines, he was surprised to find that these lines were exactly the same as those on the Holy Son clock.

He clearly had his right hand against the Saint Child Bell, so why did his consciousness enter the inner world of the Saint Child Bell.

Some of the Holy Sons stood up one after another and prepared to leave.

After such a long time, no sound was heard from the Holy Child Bell, and it was almost impossible to ring it again.

Xiao Jue was also very anxious, and Si Liang began to urge Xiao Jue to announce that the test was over.

Just when everyone was about to retreat, a dull sound spewed out from inside the Holy Child Bell.

That kind of rich voice seems to be able to stir people's soul and wash away all the sins in the world.

The sudden sound pulled back the Holy Son and elite disciples who were about to leave.

Including the elders in the temple, everyone's face showed incredible expressions.

The sound that just appeared was something they had never heard before.

When the ordinary Holy Son Bell rings, the sound is crisp but not melodious.

The sound of the Holy Son's Bell awakened by Liu Wuxie was not only melodious, but also had a rich sound, filled with the power of vicissitudes of life.

Before everyone had time to comment, the second bell of the Holy Son rang. This time, the sound was even louder and deafening.

Even those who were deaf could hear the bell at this moment.

Things were far from stopping. A strong light flashed from the Saint Child Clock, wrapping Liu Wuxie's body.

This scene subverted everyone's understanding.

Then came the third bell of the Holy Son.

Every sound is different from the one before.

Every sound represents an artistic conception.

Everyone in the hall was stunned, from the elders to the disciples, everyone's face was full of horror.

The smiles on Wang Zhonghe's and their faces suddenly settled on their faces.

The sound of the bell of the Holy Son is still being passed on, crossing mountains, crossing rivers, crossing the sky, and reaching the endless mountains.

The five palace masters sitting in the main hall suddenly stood up.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The five palace masters disappeared at the same time.

When they appeared again, they came to the promotion hall.

At this moment, Liu Wuxie was still trapped in the inner world of the Saint Child Bell.

No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape, as if an invisible force was transforming his body.

"The Glory of the Saint!"

The moment the Master of Qinglong Hall saw Liu Wuxie, his body staggered and his face was filled with shock.

He was at the top level of the Divine Lord Realm, yet he actually lost his composure in front of so many disciples.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Liu Wuxie, and no one noticed the master of Qinglong Palace.

It wasn't until the Master of Qinglong Palace mentioned the Glory of Saints that everyone reacted.

"Is Liu Wuxie the reincarnation of a certain saint?"

Those who can be called saints are all extremely powerful and have the ability to change the world.
Chapter completed!