Fortunately, the big iron bell and the natal magic weapon are integrated. At the top of the inner wall of the bronze bell, there is a depression specially prepared for the ball. Obviously the ball was in that position before. Now every time they come together, the ball appears there. That place is protected by the top of the copper bell, and underneath is a layer of black iron several feet thick that was pasted by Xiaopang. It is absolutely foolproof.
Just when Xiaopang took refuge in the space of his natal magic weapon, the big fireball fired by the dragon-headed sky-blasting cannon finally hit the big iron bell hard. With a dull roar, a huge green mushroom cloud suddenly bloomed in the sky. The huge explosion directly blew away the clouds within dozens of miles in the sky. The shock wave even reached the opposite side, smashing all the flowers, plants and trees below at once, forming a circle with a radius of several miles, and the things inside were as big as those being covered. It was like a hurricane blowing through, and everything was blown away.
Under such a huge explosion, the big iron bell also somersaulted and flew dozens of miles away. A layer of several feet thick was blown away from the outer black iron, and the high temperature burned part of the black iron red, making the big bell look like a smoking red apple.
However, despite suffering such a violent explosion and its appearance being dilapidated, the big iron bell as a whole has not deformed or broken at all and is still very complete.
And the most important thing is that no matter how rainy and windy outside, Xiaopang's natal space is not affected at all. Even the eyeless fish raised in the pond were not disturbed, which shows how powerful this magic weapon is.
Since the eyeless fish was not affected, then Xiaopang, who was in the natal magic weapon space, naturally had nothing to do. He had wisely retracted all his consciousness during the explosion, so that he didn't have to worry about the explosion damaging his consciousness.
Of course, after the explosion, Xiaopang couldn't help but use his consciousness to find out that the big iron bell had lost control and fell to the ground. Without saying a word, he immediately used his magic power to urge the big iron bell to rise into the air and continue to fly in the direction of Xuantian Temple.
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Let's talk about the four monks. They saw with their own eyes that in a shocking explosion that made the gods cry, the abominable big iron bell rolled and flew dozens of miles away like a kite with its string broken, and finally fell on a mountain. , smashing the mountain into a large crater several feet deep.
After seeing this scene, they were overjoyed and cheered loudly. Because they didn't see Xiaopang when the big iron bell rolled out, they thought he had been shattered to pieces in the explosion! In this way, their serious concern was finally solved, so of course they should be excited.
However, before their laughter could stop, they suddenly discovered that the big iron bell, which was in tatters and covered in smoke, rose into the sky again, and then continued to fly in the direction of Xuantian Temple like a comet. Judging from its smooth and swift appearance, it was clearly being controlled by someone. And that person must not have been injured much, otherwise he wouldn't be able to fly so steadily.
Seeing this, several people were stunned. The female monk in red stared with incredible big eyes and said suddenly: "Senior brother, it's already this time, why are you still cutting corners?"
"Yes, yes, senior brother, you really shouldn't conserve your strength. Don't you think this is just like working in vain?" The monk riding the leopard smiled bitterly.
"Fart!" The monk holding the fan immediately said aggrievedly: "I did my best, okay?"
"Senior brother? Your dragon-headed sky-shattering cannon is as powerful as a Golden Core monk. It is said to destroy mountains! If you had just exerted such great power, would you be unable to break a black iron bell?" The monk holding the golden eagle shrugged and said, "Who are you trying to trick?"
"This~" When the monk holding the fan heard this, he was immediately speechless. In the conscience of heaven and earth, he really tried his best just now, but the result was that he did not break a black iron bell. This is really unbelievable. Not to mention that the three junior brothers and sisters did not believe it, even he himself was pounding in his heart, wondering if he had just broken it. The spiritual energy is not absorbed enough, so the power is reduced
Thinking of this, he didn't bother to defend himself. He directly took out the jade gourd, and while blasting the sky cannon at the dragon head to knock down the Vulcan Thunder, he said sadly and angrily: "Brother, I don't believe that I can't break it today!"
While he was talking, he placed the Earth Fire God Thunder, and also specifically checked the medium-grade fire spirit stones on the dragon. After finding that everything was fine, he controlled the dragon-headed sky-blasting cannon and caught up with the one in front. Big iron clock.
Although the Big Iron Bell can fly, it is not very fast due to its large size. It is much slower than the Golden Eagle Sword, so it is easily caught up by others.
The fan-wielding monk was also fierce this time. He arrived at a place only three or four miles away from the big iron bell, and then activated his spell again, blasting out a thunderbolt from the Earth Fire God.
Because this time the fan-wielding monk wanted to make a powerful attack in order to wash away the shame just now, he deliberately absorbed more spiritual energy when activating his magic power, absorbing the spiritual energy of more than a hundred middle-grade fire-type spiritual stones. Then this cannon was fired. As a result, the fireball fired by this cannon was larger than before, and the power was naturally greater.
Seeing this, the other three monks were even more sure that the monk holding the fan just now was cutting corners, so they all felt a trace of contempt in their hearts. If the fan-wielding monk knew that he would be despised by others for being so pretentious, he would not be so desperate even if he was beaten to death.
Just when several people were thinking, the giant green fireball hit the big iron bell again. The scene just now happened again. Huge mushroom clouds and extremely destructive shock waves appeared one after another. The big iron bell was blown dozens of miles away and hit a hillside, creating a huge crater several feet deep.
This time, the four foundation-building monks were not in a hurry to celebrate, but stared intently at the black iron bell that was still unbreakable. Then I saw that the person was slightly shocked at first, and then flew up leisurely, heading straight into the sky again.
Seeing this scene, the three low-level monks unanimously fixed their hateful eyes on the fan-wielding monk. They clearly meant to say, are you still cutting corners
Is this the injustice that the fan-wielding monk feels? He cried directly and said: "Why do you look at me like this? I swear I didn't cut corners just now, I really did my best?"