Qin Xuan's body was trembling, this Prison Phoenix Bell was too heavy.
Refined from the core of ten thousand stars, you can imagine how heavy it is.
Unable to be refined, Qin Xuan could only use his arms to remove it from the hanging.
boom!
The big bell fell to the ground, and Qin Xuan's body was covered in purple before he gradually retreated.
He looked at the Phoenix Prison Bell, his thoughts flowing.
Although the prisoner phoenix bell was removed, it was not possible to refine it for a while.
Below, Wuxian and Wuliang also discovered this dilemma.
How can a first-grade treasure be easily refined?
Even if the Supreme Master wants to refine it, it will take a long time, not to mention that Qin Xuan is only in the Nascent Soul realm.
If it were them, if they wanted to refine this prisoner phoenix bell, this high-grade treasure, it would take at least a hundred years, and even hundreds, or nearly a thousand years. It might not be impossible, and they might not be able to refine it all.
It is extremely rare for the Supreme Master to master all of the first-grade treasures without any other.
"Is it possible that after wasting so much strength, I can only look at this precious treasure?" Wuxian's eyes twitched slightly. Baoshan had already taken possession of it, but found it difficult to move it away. This kind of discomfort was even worse than looking at Baoshan.
Stop.
"Evergreen Donor is mysterious and may have a solution." Wuliang looked up at the high platform.
Although, he didn't believe what he said.
After all, it is a first-grade heavy treasure. In the world of cultivation, I have never heard of anyone who has successfully refined a first-grade heavy treasure in the Nascent Soul Realm.
In the eyes of the two people, Qin Xuan had already moved.
He began to sit cross-legged, as if he wanted to refine such a valuable treasure, making Wuxian and Wuliang look at each other.
"Is he really planning to refine it? Is it possible that it will take a hundred years to refine it here?" Wuxian was a little dumbfounded and looked at Qin Xuan sitting cross-legged to practice.
As time passed, Qin Xuan opened his eyes within an hour.
Within an hour, he recovered all the mana in his body.
Immediately, his fingers suddenly formed a seal, and when he pinched the seal with his fingers, it was like writing in the void.
A mysterious seal that was as big as the palm of his hand slowly appeared in front of him.
The moment this rune appeared, the entire Prison Phoenix Bell shook slightly.
There were fine beads of sweat overflowing from Qin Xuan's forehead, and it seemed that this rune was the only one in his pupils.
"What is he doing?" Wuxian was impatient. After discovering Qin Xuan's actions, he couldn't help but exclaimed.
Not only the two of them, but also many other monks came over within this hour.
They heard the sound of the bell and came here, but they saw Wuxian and Wuxian, and even saw Qin Xuan on the high platform beside the Prison Phoenix Bell.
They didn't need to guess, they also knew that Qin Xuan must have obtained a valuable treasure.
Someone once had evil intentions and wanted to steal the opportunity, but was stopped by Wu Xian and Unscrupulous and had to teach him a lesson.
After discovering Qin Xuan's actions, the eyes of the monks also shone brightly.
I saw the rune slowly approaching the prisoner phoenix bell. The moment the rune was attached to the prisoner phoenix bell, in an instant, the runes turned into thousands of chains, completely sealing the prisoner phoenix bell.
The Prison Phoenix Bell actually made a roar under this rune.
The sound of the bell was dull and not loud, but the entire bell body was slowly shrinking.
The speed of shrinking is extremely slow. On the contrary, the consumption of mana in Qin Xuan's body is like a torrent of water.
This rune consumes too much for Qin Xuan, which is very terrifying.
It took almost two full incense sticks for the clock to turn into the size of a palm, and it landed quietly on the high platform of ten thousand feet.
"Is this refined?" Below, countless monks were stunned.
That is a heavy treasure, definitely more than a fifth-grade heavy treasure. Even refining a fifth-grade heavy treasure won't be so easy, right?
"No, it's not refining, but using magical power to shrink the Phoenix Prisoner Bell!" Wuliang said, his pupils narrowed, "I have seen this magical power turn stars into gravel, and turn the entire star into sand."
It shrank to the size of gravel."
"One sand, one world, Huan Jie Tong!"
Wuliang's calm face showed turbulent waves, phantom mustard powers, which were the magical powers of immortals and Buddhas, and the magical powers of immortals.
Even Da Zi Zai Temple only knows that this magical power is found in ancient Buddhist scriptures. In the entire world of cultivation, there is a legend about the magical power, which is longed for by many Buddhists and monks, but very few people have seen it.
Could it be possible that he was using Huan Jie Tong?
It would be unbelievable to see the true Buddha if you are unscrupulous.
The legendary supernatural power appeared before my eyes.
It is not unusual for things to shrink into sand. There are many magical powers in Buddhism that can do this.
But what Qin Xuan shrunk was a first-grade treasure!?
The difference between shrinking mud balls, shrinking mountains, and shrinking stars is no more than the sun and moon.
Wuxian on the side also seemed to realize how extraordinary the rune Qin Xuan had moved before was.
"However, even if this bell is shrunk, if it is not refined, its weight will not be reduced by half? What does he want?" Wuxian spoke, explaining Qin Xuan's difficulty at the moment.
The Daojun around heard the two men's words and were a little confused.
They didn't know how heavy the Phoenix Prisoner Bell was, and they didn't know that they could fight dragons and phoenixes, but Qin Xuan, who had climbed to the peak of Phoenix Blood Mountain, had to use all his strength to face the Phoenix Prisoner Bell before.
In the eyes of everyone, Qin Xuan moved again.
He condensed his skills again, and a formation appeared on his fingertips.
This formation was extremely complicated and mysterious, but Qin Xuan seemed to have it at his fingertips and was extremely familiar with it.
Every inch of the formation is not worth the number of formation patterns it contains. It is like a mess, but it seems to have rules.
Qin Xuan practiced this great formation, concentrated on it, and slowly imprinted the formation on the Prison Phoenix Bell.
The Prison Phoenix Bell was roaring, as if the mountains were being pulled up from the earth. In this formation, the Prison Phoenix Bell seemed to be ten thousand times lighter.
Finally, Qin Xuan's palm slightly stretched out to hold the Prison Phoenix Bell.
Qin Xuan was still struggling a little, but he didn't use all his strength like before.
He hung this clock on his waist. It was a first-grade treasure that could not be collected by the Mysterious Light Dragon-Slaying Gourd. Once it entered the Mystic Light Dragon-Slaying Gourd, it would probably completely crush the Mystic Light Dragon-Slaying Gourd to pieces.
Qin Xuan stood slowly, as if he were carrying a mountain with a height of ten thousand feet.
"That's okay, you can sharpen your body!" Qin Xuan muttered to himself, then he smiled and walked down the steps.
There was a golden roc flying under his feet, but his speed was hundreds of times slower than before.
Fortunately, the restriction below had already been broken by the Phoenix Prison Bell, otherwise Qin Xuan would never be as relaxed as before.
Until he landed at the foot of a high platform, but no dust could be found under his feet.
This effortless control of strength is even more impressive.
A cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm is like carrying a mountain thousands of feet long and landing without dust at his feet. This kind of character and scene alone is probably enough to make 90% of the cultivators in the world of cultivation look up to him.
"Evergreen donor, the young monk dared to ask, the donor's previous method of shrinking bells was the magic mustard power in my Buddhist legend?" Wuliang couldn't help but ask, this is related to the magical magic in Buddhist legend, how can he
Can't care.
"Huan Jie Tong?" Qin Xuan was slightly startled, and then he remembered, "What you are talking about is the Huan Jie Tong created by Monk Xumuna?"
Sumeru?
This time, it was Wuliang's turn to look blank.
"The method I used is naturally not Huan Jie Tong. Monk Xumina has some talent. The Huan Jie Tong made by refining one or two of the Thieving Emperor's methods, how can it be compared with my Qin Changqing's method?" Qin Xuan smiled lightly,
"This method is called Three Thousand Zhou Ye Dharma!"
One leaf, one universe, inherited from the Qingdi Palace, Qin Xuan used to call it the universe leaf method, even a whole universe can be like a leaf, let alone a first-grade treasure.
This method involves the way of space. Considering Qin Xuan's cultivation level, the consumption is greater than the previous staccato method.
Unscrupulousness filled the air at this moment, and he recalled his memory. Suddenly, his pupils trembled, as if he finally remembered something.
"The Sumeru that the donor mentioned was the one who built the Great Sumeru Temple 300 million years ago..."
"Supreme Sumeru Buddha?"
He remembered the records of Da Zi Zai Temple, and his whole body was as dumbfounded as if he had been struck by lightning.
"It's just a Buddhist title, in front of me, Qin Changqing..."