People are singing in the tide, but there is no crown

Ling An punched the tortoise shell again and again, but apart from causing waves of shattering ice, it had no effect at all.

Any tsunami-level afterimage has its own unique features.

This seemingly huge bell-ringing turtle is not powerful in its size, but in its unparalleled defense and the overwhelming frost that is sweeping across its face.

If I had to describe it, the Bell-Ringing Turtle is actually a wizard.

Frost began to condense across the entire swamp, and Ling An had no choice but to flap his wings and rise into the sky.

If your body is bound by ice and frost, you will probably be hit by a series of blows.

At this moment, he finally understood what an iron cuckold meant.

It's really unshakable.

Bury the vulnerable parts underground and rely on continuous bombardment with spells.

This combat wisdom is no less than that of ordinary people.

Ling An looked at the bell-ringing turtle from top to bottom.

It is possible to forcibly break through the tortoise shell's defense, but it might take too long.

He doesn't want to be a monk and spend the whole day here knocking on the turtle shell.

Ling An's mind suddenly changed, and he shouted: "Brother, come out and help me!"

A ray of golden light shot out from the gourd, and the Burning Knight appeared.

At this moment, the water area had already turned into an ice surface. The engine of the Burning Knight roared as it rolled towards the Bell-ringing Turtle.

The flaming tires left a long trail of melted ice on the ice surface, and the long-handled broadsword in his hand slashed down with flaming power.

clang! ! !

The blade and the tortoise shell collided, making a sound of metal clashing.

Ling An sighed helplessly.

Although my brother is the type of person who is ruthless and doesn't talk much, he is still only at the Raging Wave level.

Still unable to effectively break through the defense.

Is it really necessary to break this turtle shell?

Ling An looked back and forth at the bell-ringing turtle.

The Liaozhao Cavalry was still not idle. Relying on its mobility, it leaped onto the back of the tortoise shell and searched for a breakthrough on the tortoise shell.

But its speed is getting slower and slower.

The blow of frost never stops for a moment.

Now that I think about it, those guys in the advance team actually dared to challenge the Bell-Ringing Turtle. They really didn’t know their place.

Finally, at a certain moment, the flames on the wheels gradually dissipated, and the originally red wheels were covered with a thick layer of frost, as if they were stuck to the back of a turtle and could not move.

"Come back." Ling An sighed and prepared to put Liao Zhao Zhiqi back into the gourd.

Unexpectedly, the next second, the younger brother simply abandoned the car, jumped into the air, and chopped it down heavily.

The raging flames spread out, instantly melting the ice under the wheels.

But at the same time, the blade was also frozen by frost.

Just when Ling An thought there was no way out, Liao Zhaozhi became ruthless and left Kuo Dao frozen to the side while he picked up his motorcycle with both hands.

This is?

Ling An's eyes narrowed.

I saw Liao Zhaozhi pick up the motorcycle that was about to freeze again, push his feet hard, jump into the air and smash it down.

Ling An raised his eyebrows when seeing this scene.

Bro, who taught you this trick?

Why does it look so familiar?

Liao Zhaoqi carried a motorcycle and smashed it on the turtle shell. The violent explosion instantly covered half of the body of Ming Zhong Turtle.

At this moment, the Burning Knight finally ran out of strength. After fighting to the last moment, it turned into a ray of golden light and returned to the gourd.

The flames of the explosion swept across the tortoise shell. Although it did not cause any substantial damage to the Bell-ringing Turtle, Ling An noticed something unusual with his sharp eyes.

The ancient bell on the back of the bell-ringing turtle actually vibrated in the firelight.

"Hahahaha, so this is the weakness!"

Ling An cursed himself for being stupid and pounced down from the air with a spear in hand.

The spear pierced into the ancient bell, and it shattered instantly.

hum! ! !

An extremely grand bell sound swept across the world with unparalleled power.

The bell-ringing turtle let out an uncontrollable wail and finally pulled its body out from under the ice.

Paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.

A stream of red-gold fire rushed out and placed the bell-ringing turtle on the ice to roast it.

Ling An was not in a hurry for the moment. He walked to the head.

The head of the bell-ringing turtle was in the flames, and its pair of extremely sad eyes stared at Ling An.

"Is it painful?" Ling An asked in a low voice.

The Bell-Ringing Turtle couldn't speak, it just raised its head and roared.

A huge teardrop fell from its eye.

The teardrop did not fall to the ground, but fell into the red-gold fire, and turned into steaming mist that rose into the sky.

Tears drift towards the sky.

"I think I should be the one to end your suffering." Ling An stretched out his hand, with red lines flowing on his hideous arm.

Sometimes, some things, simply by existing, will bring pain to oneself and others.

The tortoise that rings the bell remains silent, only the sound of the bell keeps ringing.

Ling An listened silently. The sound of this bell was a little different from the previous one. It was less fierce and impactful.

I think this is the bell that was rung when the Longlong army returned victoriously.

This bell symbolizes the end of the war.

Ling An placed his arm on the head of Ming Zhong's glans, and it finally closed its eyes.

Ling An sighed and lowered his arm.

In an instant, both the ice and the flames were extinguished.

Only the fog covering Mingzhong Gorge revealed what had happened here.

The turtle that rings the bell has been conquered.

In my peripheral vision, at the place where the ancient tortoise shell bell was, a plant with fruits shaped like blueberries was emitting a faint glow.

Ling An reached out and picked the fruit, holding it in his arms.

Zhong Lingzi.

The product of the tortoise's pain can actually be used as a medicine to cure other people's diseases and pain.

It's quite ironic.

From now on, the sound of bells will never echo in Mingzhongjian again.

In the distance, Jinzhou City stands silently.

He did not feel very happy after ending the worries of the Bell-Ringing Turtle.

After all, the people are gone, the former Longlong Army is no longer there, and the bell ringer is also lost in the long river of history, without even a name left behind.

Only the little turtle from that year was hiding in the dark underground, chewing over the memories of the past over and over again.

Memories that it is still proud of despite being a turtle.

To anyone, the act of the tortoise ringing the bell is nothing but a foolish attempt to save the sword by cutting the boat on the river.

but.

Is the turtle that can silently take on the mission of ringing the bell after the bell ringer dies really stupid?

Ling An recalled that when he was a child, he first saw the story of carving a boat to look for the sword and thought the man was really stupid.

Didn't he know that the sword had fallen into the water in the middle of the river and that he couldn't find it when he ran to the riverside?

Only when I grew up did I understand that in the long river of time, how many people have run to the river again and again according to a certain node that had been engraved, trying to find back what they had lost.

Don't they know that what is lost can never be regained?

People know it, and turtles know it too.

It's just a pity.

The lost past is carried away by the river in the long river of time.

Just like at this moment, something is also disappearing in the fading sound of the bell.