Faced with such a group of lunatics, Xiaopang no longer even thought about going out. He knew that the other party was at their last stage of madness, and as long as he showed up, they would kill him even if they risked their lives. Anyway, we are going to Xuantian Temple soon, and Qingfengzi will naturally come out to take care of them, so Xiaopang is too lazy to fight these guys!
So Xiaopang just uses his magic power to support the flight of the big iron bell, and doesn't care about anything else. Just do whatever you like!
In this case, the four people on the opposite side faced a living target, so they naturally unleashed all their fire, ice, lightning, and sword light on the big iron bell as if they were free, and pieces of dark iron were knocked off. , the entire surface of the big iron clock was pitted, green, purple, and crisscrossed with sword marks. It was so miserable that it was beyond description.
Then, even though it was so ravaged by the four monks, the big iron bell was still as stable as a mountain and flew forward extremely tenaciously. And Xiaopang in his natal space is still so leisurely, drinking tea brewed with Five Elements Essence water to replenish his mana, and eating grilled eyeless fish leisurely.
Compared with Xiaopang's leisurely attitude, the four monks outside were sweating profusely. In just two or three quarters of an hour, they almost used up all their mana, but the big iron bell opposite was still the same. And the most important thing is that the little fat guy is still not forced out. Even if they bombarded any part of the big iron bell several times, they could not find any trace of Little Fatty. As time went by, the battle was getting closer and closer to Xuantian Temple, which made them anxious. The four of them were so anxious that they almost went crazy.
The fan-wielding monk gritted his teeth and took out the dragon-headed sky-shattering cannon again. He roared angrily: "I'm trying my best not to give up this cannon. I don't believe I can't kill you!"
As he said that, the fan-wielding monk suddenly took out the jade gourd, poured all the earth fire thunder inside in one breath, then aimed the muzzle at the lower mouth of the big iron bell, and was about to start.
Seeing this scene, Xiaopang couldn't help but change his expression. Because he knew that the dragon-headed sky-blasting cannon could not only be fired in a single shot, but also in multiple rounds. However, firing multiple Earth Fire God Thunders at the same time will cause great damage to the gun body, and this damage is likely to be irreparable. So under normal circumstances, no one would be willing to do this. Even if it was a last resort, they would not add one or two more divine thunders. They would definitely not let the dragon-headed sky-blasting cannon fire more than four divine thunders at once. Because of the consequences of that, it is very likely that the Dragon Head Sky Cannon will be scrapped directly.
But looking at the action of the fan-wielding monk just now, at least five earth-fire god thunders were poured in. This burst out. After the blessing of the dragon-headed sky-blasting cannon, it was almost equivalent to fifty ordinary earth-fire god thunders exploding at the same time. The power. Moreover, this explosion did not explode the outer iron of the big iron bell, but exploded inside the big iron bell. This kind of explosion in a semi-enclosed space would double the destructive power again. I'm afraid that this desperate blow may even reach the power of a Yuanying master's blow. When the time comes, Xiaopang is not sure whether the big iron bell can hold up.
If it doesn't hold up, it doesn't matter if the big iron bell breaks, but once the magic weapon inside is destroyed, the little fat guy will go crazy. After all, all his wealth is placed in this natal space. Once it is lost, he will immediately be beaten into a prototype and become that penniless poor boy again. Not only does he have no way to practice the Wutu Divine Thunder, he even has no money to buy elixirs. You have to earn it slowly.
Xiaopang, who had already tasted the taste of wealth, didn't want to go back to before liberation, but he didn't dare to go out at this time, because everyone was already ready. If he showed up at this time, he could only strengthen the other party's determination to fire, and nothing else would Can't be saved.
So Xiaopang was in a dilemma for a while. Shouldn't he go out? I'm worried that my natal magic weapon will be destroyed. It won't help if I go out. What should I do
Just when the little fat man was sweating profusely with anxiety, the ferocious-faced fan-wielding monk stopped at the moment of firing, and then looked ahead with a surprised look on his face, his whole person froze.
Xiaopang saw this scene through his spiritual consciousness in his natal magic weapon. He was immediately overjoyed. At the same time, he wondered how the other party could be merciful at the critical moment. He hurriedly and curiously followed the fan-wielding monk's gaze with his spiritual consciousness. It didn't matter at first glance, but it gave Xiaopang a bad surprise.
It turned out that, at some point, a middle-aged Taoist priest with fluttering blue clothes and an aura of immortality came to the battlefield silently, driving a blue sword light. From the speed of the opponent's sword light and the fact that he can appear here from a very far distance in an instant, it can be seen that this person is extremely powerful.
The most important thing is that Xiaopang knows this person. He is Xiaopang's uncle and the master of Xuantian Temple, Qingfengzi.
It turned out that Qingfengzi was doing some meditation in the cave, but suddenly he felt huge waves of spiritual energy coming from hundreds of miles away. With his knowledge, he immediately recognized that there were monks fighting.
You must know that Xuantian Guan dominates the Blue Moon Kingdom, and the entire country is his territory. According to the unknown rules of the cultivation world, it is very rude for any monk to start a war on someone else's territory at will. As the person in charge of Xuantian Villa stationed here, since Qingfengzi felt the battle, and with this level of fighting, the innate monks under him could no longer intervene, then of course he had to come out to check it out personally without any shirking duty. . After all, this matter is related to the dignity of Xuantian Villa and cannot be ignored.
A distance of several hundred miles, for Qingfengzi, a monk who had reached the late stage of foundation building, it was just a blink of an eye. As a result, when he came to see it, he was immediately stunned. Four foundation-building monks were besieging an iron bell. They used almost all methods. One monk holding a fan even took out a dragon-headed sky-blasting cannon to kill. As soon as this thing came out, even Qingfengzi couldn't help but feel a little frightened when he saw it.
The reason why the fan-wielding monk was stunned was because there was the symbol of Xuantian Temple on Qingfengzi's Taoist robe, and coupled with the strong cultivation level shown by the other party, he knew at a glance that this was definitely Qingfeng, the master of Xuantian Temple. son.
The reason why they had to fight to the death to kill Xiaopang was not only to avenge their junior brother, but the most important thing was to kill and silence them. They did not want to expose the fact that they and their group attacked Qingfengguan. But now, luckily, before the fat man was killed, the master of Xuantian Temple felt that all his efforts were in vain, and it also brought disaster to the sect. Faced with such a bad situation, the fan-wielding monk couldn't help being frightened for a moment. The other three monks were the same and didn't know what to do.
After Qingfengzi came here, he immediately realized that something was wrong. Although he didn't know Xiaopang's big iron clock, he could tell from the expressions of these people that the other party seemed to be extremely panicked, and he was afraid that there was something fishy in it.