, and then drift away.

After those monks who were stunned by him woke up, most of them had no previous memories. Only a few monks above the Tongxuan realm had some vague impressions, but after thinking about it carefully, they almost didn't dare to say anything.

Fortunately, the old monk in yellow did not touch the roots of these cultivating forces, but only stole some spiritual fruits and medicinal materials. Therefore, even if some people with advanced cultivation vaguely remembered something, they did not want to pursue it anymore, but strictly ordered the disciples to keep it secret.

Tianhe City has a vast territory, and there are countless cultivating sects and cultivating families within it. The sects stolen by the old monk in yellow are not the top ones, so their whereabouts were not exposed along the way.

Occasionally, he would go deep into some secret and dangerous places, such as lava swamps and monster forests. Those dangerous places were kept at a distance by the nearby cultivators, but the old monk in yellow walked on plain ground.

And all the spiritual fruits and elixirs he picked inside were put into the ancient bell.

Two years later, Master Lianxin now understands.

The old monk in yellow used this ancient bell as a medicine cauldron!

He continuously threw all kinds of spiritual fruits and elixirs into the ancient bell, and finally mixed them together and refined them into a ball of medicinal liquid.

Every time the two of them fought until their spiritual power was exhausted and they were stunned by the sound of the bell, the liquid medicine would seep into Liang Yan's body.

Now two years have passed, and although Liang Yan has not yet regained consciousness, the blood-red color in his eyes has gradually faded, and only a faint scarlet color remains in the depths of his eyes.

Master Lian Xin knew that with the help of the endless battle with him and the medicinal liquid, it was probably not far away from Liang Yan's complete awakening.

Although he knew that he was being used, there was nothing he could do about it.

"You kid, you wasted two years of my senior brother's time by working as your sparring partner! If there is a chance in the future, you have to pay my senior brother back!"

Master Lian Xin thought through gritted teeth while fighting.

when!

Another melodious ancient bell rang, and both of them fainted at the same time.

Liang Yan felt that he had arrived at a battlefield where there was no morality, no restraint from heaven, only pure killing and desire.

Kill! Or be killed!

If you don't want to die, you can only beat your opponent to death.

Kill kill kill!

Liang Yan couldn't remember many things clearly. The only thing he remembered was that he had killed a total of 216 people in this Shura field in the past two years!

He will never forget this number!

Because each opponent is very strong, each battle has to last a day and a night, until they are exhausted before they can kill the opponent. After that, they wait for their spiritual power to recover, and then go to find the next opponent.

He didn't know what the meaning of this was, but there was a desire in his heart, a desire for blood, and a desire to kill.

Until recently, I often heard a bell ringing.

The melodious sound of the bell was like a dusty memory, enlightening his past and making him feel a kind of tranquility that he had never experienced before.

As time goes by, the sound of the bell becomes clearer each time.

when!

The last bell rang, and Liang Yan slowly opened his eyes.
Chapter completed!