"He, he actually broke the Lost Soul Bell!" He had a horrified expression on his face.
"Wonderful!" Pu Nan in the distance couldn't help but clapped his hands and exclaimed.
stop,
Broken?
At this time, Wang Zhe had a severe headache, his eyes were bloodshot, and his consciousness was still a little confused, but the annoying bell stopped.
"Walk!"
The old man who came back to his senses endured the tremendous pain in his body and rose into the air.
He waved his hand and sprinkled a piece of frost, sealing it behind him.
Where to go!
Monk Punan was just about to open his mouth, but he saw a sword light piercing the air. The next moment, blood spilled in the air, and the flying man fell from the air.
Ancient books emerge,
Feng Zhenglong was once a general in the army, guarding the land and territory; he was once a knight-errant, punishing evil and promoting good. Unfortunately, he failed to start well and end well. He saved seventy-nine people, killed three hundred and seventy-four indiscriminately, and massacred a village. He should be executed!
Prize, Lost Soul Bell.
The Lost Soul Bell, when the bell rings, the soul is lost.
Wang Zhe had a small bronze bell in his hand. At first glance, it looked like a smaller version of the big bell in the temple. But upon closer inspection, it was covered with talismans.
What he obtained was not only this magic weapon, but also the method of using it.
Well, there's another one over there!
Wang Zhe turned around suddenly, only to find that Monk Punan, who was watching the battle just now, had disappeared.
"Amitabha, it's so dangerous, so dangerous!" Monk Punan, who was already several miles away, smiled.
Ran away?
Ah, Wang Zhe covered his head.
"It hurts, it hurts!"
He picked up the spear that Feng Zhenglong had dropped on the ground, and found a small bag from his body, not much bigger than the palm of his hand, with special talismans embroidered on it.
When you open it, you will find something inside. There are many things in the small bag.
"Is this a wishful thinking bag?"
The wishful thinking bag is a magic weapon. The size of the wishful thinking means that it looks small, but it can hold several sacks.
"This is quite practical."
Wang Zhe then left the mountain forest. When he returned to the mountain where he was meditating, he still felt a severe headache.
Throwing the spear aside, he meditated, visualized the great sun, and used the method of spiritual refining to expel the discomfort in his body.
The great sun in the sea of consciousness emitted a gentle light, and soon this light shone through the body's limbs, meridians, and internal organs. Slowly, the headache was slightly relieved.
He was meditating in this mountain, and before he knew it, the night passed and the sky outside became bright.
Dozens of miles outside Guobei City, several Baiqisi were a little anxious.
One night passed, and the golden-winged eagle in the sky still did not appear.
"Where are you going?" The leader, General Baiqisi Lang, was also very anxious.
Fortunately, not long after, the second golden-winged eagle appeared. About an hour later, they followed the golden-winged eagle's guidance and arrived at the forest where the fight took place last night.
When they saw Feng Zhenglong's body, they were dumbfounded.
The general of Baiqisi was even more frighteningly pale.
"Is this, dead, dead?!"
He never expected this result.
The master of "Tianfeng Pavilion", who was still carrying a heavy treasure, was killed like this.
When things have reached this point, there is no room for recovery.
Whether it was the sword cultivator who killed the prefect and the county magistrate, or the monster monk Punan, he did not have enough ability to capture them, and he did not even know where they were.
He didn't finish what he was told above and caused a big disaster. What awaited him would be Bai Qisi's family law.
It's over, everything is over!
At this moment, his heart was filled with despair.
"Take Mr. Feng's body and retreat!" He waved his hand feebly.
"Yes, sir!"
When they returned with Feng Zhenglong's body, the people waiting at Dali Temple and Qintian Prison in Kuaiji Prefecture were dumbfounded.
The people from "Tianfeng Pavilion" were also killed!
When things have developed to this point, there is no doubt that these people will also be punished after they return.
And there is no solution to continue waiting here. There will be no progress at all. The only solution for now is to report to the capital.
"Hey, I really didn't expect that this would be the result!" The official of Dali Temple sighed.
"I see, the masters of the second rank came and returned in disastrous defeat. The masters of "Tianfeng Pavilion" came in person and brought heavy treasures with them. However, they died and died. Who else to send here? Are they immortals?
This Kuaiji Mansion is about to become a forbidden area!"
On the mountain a hundred miles away from Kuaiji Prefecture,
Wang Zhe sat quietly in the cave for three days. Not only did the pain in his body completely dissipate, but he also felt that his consciousness became more condensed and powerful.
He stroked the ancient sword,
"Can one sword break all laws?"
He seemed to have realized the true meaning of it, and took a step towards that level of realm.
"There is also a long gun here. What can it be used for, a fire stick or a clothes drying pole?" He looked at the long gun placed aside.
"And this, the Lost Soul Bell!"
Wang Zhe looked at the magic weapon in his hand. This magic weapon didn't look very eye-catching, but it was really powerful. He almost fell into its hands.
"That Monk Punan helped me at the critical moment, but why was he there? Could it be that he lured Feng Zhenglong there to kill someone with a borrowed knife?"
Wang Zhe thought about what happened last night.
That Monk Punan is weird!
"Laifu, come on, I found a new toy for you." Wang Zhe turned around and waved to the native dog with a smile.
Laifu came to him wagging his tail.
"Look, this is called the Lost Soul Bell, and you only need to shake it gently." Wang Zhe gently shook the "Lost Soul Bell" in his hand.
Boom, a bell immediately rang in the cave, echoing endlessly.
The native dog howled and was knocked away, lying on the ground, covering his head and rolling around.
After a full day, Laifu finally regained his composure, and then he no longer dared to stay in the cave, and hid far away when he saw Wang Zhe.
"Laifu, why are you hiding from me? I am here to teach you how to deal with the enemy, how to deal with a magic weapon or skill that you have never seen before.
Just like this soul-death bell, this magic weapon uses sound to hurt people's souls. What should you do if you encounter it?"
While Wang Zhe was talking, he waved to Laifu, and Laifu approached cautiously.
"What I think of is that one sword can defeat all magic. What about you?"
The native dog looked confused.
“Run, if you can’t beat me, just run!
Hey, Laifu, if your roar is as powerful as this Lost Soul Bell, no, even if it can reach one or two tenths of it, it will be great. It is just like the lion's roar in Buddhism.
I'll shake it again, and you can fully appreciate the beauty of this soul-death bell!"
As soon as Wang Zhe took out the "Death Bell", the native dog ran away in a hurry and kept barking in the forest.
"You silly dog, you need to constantly explore and be brave in innovation.
This little bell sounds so nice, crisp and sweet, and inspiring!"
Wang Zhe gently shook the "Lost Soul Bell", and the sound echoed in the cave.