Even though the fan-wielding monk had put on an expression that looked like he was about to cry, and even cursed and swore to defend himself, it had no effect at all. After all, this is too unbelievable. How can a Jindan cultivator not be able to break a black iron bell with one blow? Therefore, the other three monks all concluded that the fan-wielding monk did not use his full strength in order to save spiritual stones.
Time and time again, he was misunderstood as being stingy, but he had no strong words to defend himself. After all, the facts were here, and nothing he said was convincing. Under the distrustful gazes of the three people, the fan-wielding monk finally became angry and stopped talking nonsense. He directly launched attacks again and again against the big iron clock controlled by Xiaopang.
In the earth-shattering explosions, the big iron bell was knocked away again and again, and the black iron on the outside was shattered like rain and burned red. After several strikes in succession, the entire exterior of the big iron bell was knocked off a layer more than ten feet thick, at least a million kilograms of black iron was knocked off. But even so, I still couldn't do anything with this thing.
You know, the black iron accumulated by Xiaopang over the years is counted in the millions. It is piled up like a mountain, and it is all covered with the appearance of the big iron bell. When the big copper bell is hundreds of feet high, Xiaopang is covered with the black iron outside. The iron is four to five feet thick. And now that I have lost more than ten feet, it is really nothing.
And just when the fan-wielding monk used all his strength to blast the big iron bell with the Earth Vulcan Thunder. But Xiaopang was very leisurely drinking tea brewed with Five Elements Essence water in his own space. At the same time, he was also leisurely grilling eyeless fish with the heat of the best fire jade. Although he was no longer in danger at this time and was no longer in the same embarrassment as before, he was still wearing the pitiful robe torn into strips, and he didn't even bother to wipe the dust off his face. He just wanted to go back to the mountain with this look, so that his uncle Qingfengzi knew how hard he fought and how cruel the enemy was to him.
Compared with Xiaopang's leisure, the four monks almost looked bitter. After the fan-wielding monk fired seven or eight cannons in succession, the other three monks could see that he must have tried his best without any explanation from him. After all, the Earth Fire God Thunder is too valuable. If something can be solved with one shot, who would be willing to fire so many cannons? The total number of shots fired by the fan-wielding monk has consumed nearly a million spirit stones, which is enough for him to buy several good high-level magic weapons. It can definitely be regarded as a heavy loss. In this case, it is obviously impossible for him to hide any strength.
When the female monk in red saw this, she was first surprised and said: "Senior Brother, is something wrong? If you fire so many cannons, let alone a broken black iron bell, even a serious magic weapon will be destroyed by you. Is it okay? Why is there nothing wrong with it? "
"You ask me, who am I going to ask?" The fan-wielding monk said angrily: "It's already at this point, you should understand that I'm not lazy, right? It's not that I don't contribute, it's really the fat man's big mouth. The iron clock is so strong!”
"What's going on?" The guy riding the golden eagle shouted, "It doesn't make sense?"
"There is no doubt that there must be something fishy about this big clock! It's just that we couldn't guess it for a while!" The monk riding the leopard suddenly turned his face and asked: "Elder brother, how many Earth Fire God Thunders do you have?"
"Not much. We suffered heavy losses in the last battle and I didn't even have time to make up for it. We almost wiped them all out just now!" the fan-wielding monk said distressedly.
"Then you'd better save it. I think this posture will only be like this no matter how much you blast!" The female monk in red suddenly said: "By the way, look, that damn fat guy has never been seen. Is he already being attacked?" Did the big brother die? Now it’s just the soul attached to it and flying?”
"Definitely not. He is at such a low level and his soul is pitifully weak. If his physical body is killed by the Earth Fire God's thunder, there will definitely be no soul left. Besides, if the magic weapon attached to the soul of the innate monk is blasted like this , will also shatter the Yuan Shen. And look at that bell, it flies extremely smoothly and very fast, almost catching up with low-level flying swords. This is obviously caused by someone controlling it, and the human Yuan who controls it God is stable and has abundant mana, otherwise this situation would never have happened!" said the fan-wielding monk.
"But what about that damn fat man?" asked the monk riding the leopard.
"Maybe it's hidden under the big iron bell!" the fan-wielding monk guessed.
"Isn't that right? If that's the case, the roar of the divine thunder explosion would be enough to kill it, right?" The female monk in red said, "It's not like he didn't suffer any injuries at all, right?"
"Maybe he has another treasure to protect his body!" The fan-wielding monk suddenly said: "A person who can use divine thunder in the innate realm, and can also use the big iron bell magic weapon to defend against such a perversion, also has a few powerful protective weapons. Body treasures are not surprising either!”
"This guy has so many high-level treasures and is also capable of divine thunder. Shouldn't we have offended the precious grandson of a certain Yuan Ying-level elder in Xuantian Villa?" The monk riding the golden eagle said in horror.
"Definitely not. If he is the grandson of the Yuanying monk from Xuantian Villa, I don't know how famous he is. We must have heard of it!" The female monk in red said: "Besides, such big shots are practicing hard in the mountains, so what? Why would you want to be a temple keeper in a place where birds don't poop?"
"Even if he is the child of a big shot, we have no way out! He killed the master's own son, and we killed him all over the Guanzhong family. We have already forged a big feud. If we can't kill him today, he will pass the news back to Xuantian. If you look at it, we will be in big trouble!" The fan-wielding monk said solemnly.
"But that damn fat guy is nowhere to be seen, and we can't do anything with his turtle shell. What should we do?" the female cultivator in red asked anxiously.
"Let's all come together. No one should hide anything. Hit him under the clock. I guess he's hiding there! In short, we must force that damn fat man out!" said the fan-wielding monk with eyes wide open.
"Yes! Senior brother!" When the other three monks heard this, their faces immediately changed. Then they took out the flying sword magic weapon again and attacked the big iron bell together.
While the fan-wielding monk was speaking, he also took out a flying sword and shouted, "Everyone, more than half an hour has passed. We have chased him for thousands of miles, and this place is only two thousand miles away from Xuantian Temple." Around here, you may meet people from Xuantian Temple at any time. You know what the consequences are. Anyway, time waits for no one, so work hard for me!" As he spoke, the monk holding the fan grinned and pointed at the big iron bell. passed.
Hearing what the fan-wielding monk said, the other three monks also had their eyes red with fear. They used all their strength and tried their best to smash the sword light, Taoist magic, and magic weapons at them, and most of them were broken into pieces. The posture of a corpse in thousands of pieces.