Chapter 144: Fierce Spirit

Xiao Chen took out the small bronze bell from the Qiankun Ring, looked at the severely damaged bell pattern on it, and said with a faint smile: "These should be able to be repaired, as for the chaotic Dao pattern in it, it can be slowly repaired in the future. comb."

He put the bronze bell by his hand, and his spiritual consciousness wrapped around the star iron and slowly floated up, and the endless purple flames in his right eye began to spin rapidly.

Whoosh!

The purple fire brush jumped out from the right eye and directly burned the star iron. The hardness of the star iron is extremely high, and ordinary fire can't melt it at all.

Xiao Chen formed the original purple thunder fire, and he also needed to condense the temperature to the extreme in order to barely melt it.

Time passed slowly, and two hours passed without knowing it. The star iron in the purple flame showed no sign of melting.

Xiao Chen's forehead was covered in sweat, dripping down continuously, the terrifying temperature in the flames made his cheeks flush red.

boom!

Xiao Chen threw another, dull spirit stone, which was already the third lower-level spirit stone he threw away.

The long-term burning of the Zilei True Fire is extremely depleting of vitality. In fact, in Xiao Chen's current state, he is really anxious to melt the star iron.

Those ancient cultivators on the earth were only able to melt the stars after they reached the Nascent Soul stage. After all, it is an extraterritorial thing, not an ordinary treasure of heaven and earth, and it is not so easy to refine.

Xiao Chen gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, but he was not too anxious in his heart. In his flushed face, he stared at the star iron in the purple fire with determination, which was still burning continuously.

drop!

When the tenth lower-level spirit stone was used by Xiao Chen, the star iron finally changed. A drop of bright red blood-like liquid slowly fell and fell into the jade bottle that Xiao Chen had already prepared.

At this moment, a vision occurred, and an ethereal evil spirit rushed out from Xingchen Iron, let out a terrifying wailing, and charged directly towards Xiao Chen.

This is the mysterious fierce spirit in the universe. Almost every piece of star iron has a deposit in it. The fierce spirit has no soul, but only devours people's souls, and any martial arts have no effect on him.

The formation of the fierce spirit, no one knows what happened, just like the strange special effects of Xingchen Iron, people can't understand it with common sense.

Xiao Chen was very clear in his heart.

I didn't panic too much, I had long expected the appearance of the fierce spirit, when the fierce spirit was about to rush into Xiao Chen's mind.

In his eyes, two purple awns suddenly shot out. The purple awns passed through the fierce spirit and instantly pierced it. A black smoke was emitted, and the fierce spirit kept screaming and finally turned into nothingness.

This purple awn is the light that Xiao Chen shoots out every time he improves his realm.

However, Xiao Chen has an intuition, this purple awn can be destroyed, a fierce spirit that devours people's souls, because the same picture seems to have appeared in his life.

When he was planning to melt the iron of the stars, Xiao Chen made up his mind, and took this opportunity to lift his legs and step into the realm of a great martial artist, relying on Zimang to kill the fierce spirit.

Although now is not the best time to advance, there is no other way to eliminate this extraterritorial evil spirit.

When the fierce spirit disappeared, the star iron was completely melted, Xiao Chen got up and moved a bit, not in a hurry to check the situation after the advanced stage.

Taking the porcelain bottle on the ground directly into the hand, it can be turned into a mountain-sized star iron. After being calcined, only a dozen drops of bright red liquid are left.

Tick!

Xiao Chen poured the liquid on the bronze bell slowly, a red drop fell on the bronze bell, and it immediately penetrated into it, which was a little weird.

When more than a dozen drops of red liquid poured in, the bronze-colored bell burst into a blood-colored light, and immediately flew into the air with a swipe.

A series of textures appeared on the surface of the bronze bell, as if an invisible hand was portraying it. The broken gaps and loopholes in the bronze bell were slowly filled.

A faint aura of arrogance came out from above the bronze bell, standing beside it made people feel very calm on the altar, Xiao Chen showed a hint of joy on his face, leaning on the bronze bell in the air and said, "It really is a secret treasure used by ancient sages, It's not worth wasting a dozen lower-level spirit stones."

when!

After finishing the arrangement of the last texture on the bronze bell, a complete ancient bell appeared in Xiao Chen's eyes. After brushing it, the bronze bell turned into a human-like figure, and a long bell rang.

The sound was very peaceful. Xiao Chen stood directly under the bronze bell, feeling that he had just entered the realm of a low-ranking great martial artist. Under the melodious sound of the bell, he stabilized a lot.

Xiao Chen looked up and saw that the inside of the bronze bell was dark and boundless, and he couldn't help but feel that there was a small world inside.

"A secret treasure that can be automatically derived from Xiaotiandi, isn't it a broken king-level secret treasure?" Xiao Chen frowned slightly, looking at the deep space, and said with some doubts.

A black flag flew out from Xiao Chen's eyes, and the flag flew into the black space with Xiao Chen's consciousness.

boom!

The world in front of Xiao Chen suddenly changed, a void space appeared in front of him, and the black flag under his feet kept falling downwards.

boom! I don't know how long it took to fall, the black flag swiped and inserted into the void, a piece of land suddenly evolved, and a small world began to spread along the land under the flag.

The wind is loud, the dust is flying, the roar is like thunder, and the scene of the evolution of the small world is a battlefield in the ancient times.

Above the void, densely standing, countless humanoid creatures, some of these creatures have three heads and six arms, holding various weapons in their hands, surrounded by black energy, standing out of thin air.

Some have a few wings like birds behind them, floating in the air, their hands are constantly forming handprints, and one after another, the energy that destroys the sky and destroys the earth, falling from the sky.

On the farther earth, there are seven figures with a height of more than 100 meters, with their heads on the ground and their feet on the ground, and endless black clouds gather above their heads, stretching for thousands of miles, endless, layer upon layer, and boundless.

Among them, a human was laughing up to the sky, and the laughter was full of arrogance that reached the sky, making people's blood still churn for it.

A huge bronze bell was suspended above his head. The sound of the bell swayed like a divine sound, sweeping all directions, and a circle of ripples visible to the naked eye appeared, swinging out a large piece of sky.

As if destroying the dry and pulling the rot, countless humanoid creatures stood in the air, and they recovered in an instant. When he stepped on the soles of his feet, the ground shook, the mountains shook, the sky shook, and the mountains and rivers shattered.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the five fingers became infinite, and they came together directly, crushing those figures in the air like ants, easily crushing them to death.

Xiao Chen stood on the spot, his heart suddenly moved, and he said in surprise: "This is the dragon catcher, is this person the ancestor of the Yan family? Such a terrifying power, the power of one palm directly broke the laws of this space. ."

Standing in this battlefield, Xiao Chen was like a passer-by. Those demon soldiers shrouded in black energy passed by him, as if they didn't see him, and directly killed the Yan family ancestor.

But the ancestor of the Yan family was invincible, and the bronze bell above his head shot down a wisp of mysterious yellow energy, blocking all the attacks, and no one could approach him.

Finally, in the far distance, among the seven giant figures standing tall, an icy voice came: "Is it the Eastern Emperor Bell, the secret treasure of the strongest defense of the human race?"

The voice fell, and the seven black giants flew over, shrinking into an inch between their steps, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the front of the Yan family's ancestors, and the other people around immediately dispersed back.

There was a loud bang, and big broken holes appeared in the space. The Donghuang bell rang non-stop, and the Yan family ancestors did not fall into a disadvantage.

But the fighting time was getting longer and longer, and cracks appeared on the top of the Eastern Emperor Bell. In the end, it was finally unstoppable, and the Dao pattern was completely broken.

It turned into a small bronze bell with a bang, fell from the sky, and landed at Xiao Chen's feet. The ancestors of the Yan family vomited blood, let out a long laugh, and their body exploded, choosing the most decisive way of death.

At the moment of his explosion, the ancient battlefield disappeared without a trace, and on the boundless and desolate land, only a small broken bronze bell remained, letting people know that what just happened was real.

Xiao Chen picked up the broken copper bell, wiped off the dust on the bell, and imprinted a wisp of spiritual consciousness into the copper bell, and found that there was no mark left by the Yan family ancestor.

This is a lot easier to handle. Xiao Chen directly left his divine sense in it, turned it into a wisp of imprint, and slowly merged with the Eastern Emperor Bell. Then he controlled the black flag and broke through the space to retreat. come out.

The black flag rushed into Xiao Chen's eyes, Xiao Chen's consciousness returned to his body, and he looked at the Donghuang Bell in the air again. Xiao Chen had a strange connection with it.

With a move, the huge copper bell turned into the size of a thumb and fell into Xiao Chen's palm. He murmured, "East Emperor Bell, the most powerful secret treasure of the human race, I don't know how much power it can still exert today."

Xiao Chen took the bronze bell back into the Qiankun Ring and walked out of this illusion directly. If someone passed by, it would be very strange to find that his body seemed to appear from the air.

"what!"

An ethereal sigh reached Xiao Chen's ears, Xiao Chen's expression became condensed, and all his spiritual consciousness was radiated. He had felt before that after leaving the City Lord's Mansion, there seemed to be a figure following him all the time.

But the feeling is very vague. At this moment, he has been promoted to the realm of a low-grade martial artist, and his perception has more than doubled compared to before, and this feeling is even stronger.

Divine Consciousness carefully swept it several times, but did not find any figure. Xiao Chen asked suspiciously: "Could it be that I overreacted, if there are people, they should have been discovered by my Divine Consciousness long ago."

Shaking his head, Xiao Chen retracted his thoughts, kept an eye in his heart, and continued to walk forward.

At this moment, Xiaobai's figure ran over from a distance, with a few herbs in his mouth, and jumped to Xiao Chen as if offering a treasure.

Xiao Chen took a look and couldn't help but smile. It was a few rank five You Bingcao plants. Xiao Chen didn't plan to pick them, but Xiaobai brought them for him.