The Mist-hide Red Golden Bell was broken again and again and again, and the power of the artifact was getting weaker and weaker, but no matter how weak it was, the artifact was still a magical artifact, not comparable to ordinary magical artifacts.
Until thousands of years ago, the fog-hide red golden bell appeared again, and it disappeared from people's vision forever and never appeared again.
No one expected that this magical artifact would fall into Lu Aochen's hands.
Behind the audience, the cheers of the people had already calmed down. Looking at the huge golden ancient bell on the Fengshan Platform, the flames of hope gradually faded in their eyes.
Not only them, but also the civil and military officials and the heads of various families under the stage sighed secretly.
Indeed, every time the Mist Hidden Red Golden Bell is broken or refined again, the power of the artifact will decrease by one point, but this is still a magical artifact after all.
If Gu Fenghua and others all reached the realm of Xuansheng, they might be able to break the forbidden zirconium, but except for Gu Fenghua who had just been promoted to Xuansheng, everyone else was just soul saints. How could they break such a magical artifact?
The facts are, as they thought.
"Buzz..." The huge golden pattern of the ancient bell flowed, and a long sound came from the sound.
"Buzz..." The golden pattern flowed, and another long sound was heard.
Next, there was a crackling sound of slashing and smashing.
Obviously, Gu Fenghua and others were trying to break the Gu Zhong and break out of the shackles, but the final result was futile.
"If I had known that this ghost clock was so powerful, I would not have let Lu Aochen take it away even if I tried my best." Luo Enen waved his long sword and slashed for a while, his arms numb, and he could only give up his unnecessary efforts.
The huge golden bell turned down and imprisoned them. The clock wall rune made of fine gold and mitral was shining, but it was like a thin layer of clouds. Looking through, you can see it.
Lu Aochen's arrogant smile can also see the despair in the eyes of the people below, the helplessness in the eyes of the heads of civil and military officials and the princes and princesses.
Dozens of corpses fell in pools of blood. Whether the high-ranking officials or ordinary people had known for a long time that Xinghua Kingdom was powerless to turn the world back. They were just relying on a belief to persevere. Gu Fenghua's return,
Finally, they ignited hope again, but now, this hope is completely shattered.
"It's too late to say anything now, so I'd better find a way to break the shackles." Gu Fenghua said.
In fact, last time in Luankong Mountain, even though they knew that this was the Mist-hide Red Golden Bell, they could not stop Lu Aochen from taking him away. After all, even her cultivation level was not even as good as Xuan Sheng, and it was a blessing to be able to successfully attack.
Lu Aochen was seriously injured and wanted to take away the Mizuho Red Golden Bell. How could they stop it? If they had to be distracted from snatching this artifact, they would only die faster.
"Even our Eight Gods can't help but concentrate, it's very difficult to get out." Ye Wuse shook his head and said.
Ye Wuse is definitely not a person who is so discouraged, but that's the case. Once they are controlled by the Wuyin Red Golden Bell, they immediately came out with eight swords, but they took several consecutive moves, but the Wuyin Red Golden Bell was not damaged at all.
Hearing Ye Wuse's words, Luo Enen was even more anxious and slashed out with another sword. However, except for a leisurely sound, he still made no achievements.
"Yeah, don't worry, let me think about it." Gu Fenghua said.
"Fenghua, do you have a way?" Luo Enen stopped and looked at Gu Fenghua expectantly.
Gu Fenghua did not answer. Even their strongest Eight God Concentrating Heart Sword could do nothing. For a moment, how could she think of a solution?