Of course, although Xiaopang escaped this time, he was not feeling well. [Overspeed First] Because the big iron bell was hit so hard, it made a very strong sound. Although this was only the sound of the black iron shell, the copper bell inside did not move at all even after being hit so hard. That thing was obviously too high-grade, and this level of impact was not enough to make it ring.
But despite this, the little fat man who was closest to the big iron bell was still dizzy and had tinnitus from the two loud noises. Fortunately, these were minor injuries, and with the little fat man's abnormally strong physique, he overcame them almost instantly. It did not affect his next action.
At this time, the monks around were still in shock. They could never imagine such a strange thing. You know, the power of the two Cloud-Winged Tigers charging at full speed is too terrifying. Even a very high-grade magic weapon may not be able to withstand it.
In fact, if Xiaopang had used some high-level magic weapon to block the two cloud-stepping winged tigers, they wouldn't have been so shocked. But the key point was that Xiaopang only used a super-large black iron bell to solve the problem, which was really puzzling.
You have to know that black iron is the lowest grade material in the world of cultivation, and it is completely unappreciated by the cultivators. As long as they have some conditions, they will not use such garbage. But now, this fat Taoist priest actually took out a black iron bell that is several dozen feet high, and judging from the way it can be retracted and released freely, it is clear that he has refined it into a life-saving magic weapon, otherwise it is impossible for a disciple in the innate realm to suddenly release such a big thing. My goodness, this is such a puzzling thing?
Especially the shape of this big iron bell is still so weird. Not only is there a big hole on it, which is the mark of the young man's giant crossbow shot last time, but there are also hundreds of arrows stuck on it, which were shot by Xiaopang when he was doing the test just now.
Such a rubbish, such a funny magic weapon, but someone actually refined it into a unique life magic weapon. And this person is not an ordinary cultivator, but a descendant of a noble family who can cast thunder magic. One after another, extremely weird things that completely subverted the common sense of cultivation came out, like mountains, directly shocking several cultivators.
They were dizzy, but Xiaopang was not. Although the two Winged Tigers had their heads embedded in the big iron bell, it did not mean that they were trapped. They had already begun to struggle violently and could escape at any time. Once they came out, Xiaopang would have no way to deal with them. After all, they were not fools and could not keep hitting their heads against the big iron bell.
So Xiaopang did not dare to be negligent at all. He suddenly flew on his sword from below to the top of the big iron bell, and then raised his hands. Four golden Wu Earth Divine Thunders, which were wrapped in the power of wind and thunder, hit the four foundation-building monks one by one like a meteor chasing the moon.
The four foundation-building cultivators did not dare to be careless about Xiaopang's Wu Earth Divine Thunder. After all, this thing was too powerful and could easily kill people. Of course, due to Xiaopang's limited strength, the power of the divine thunder he refined was obviously insufficient. In the innate realm, he could be invincible, but for the foundation-building cultivators, Xiaopang's divine thunder was just a little troublesome and not enough to pose a big threat.
The four foundation-building monks either fought back with their Taoism or blocked with their magic weapons. In short, they easily fended off Xiaopang's sneak attack, which was not really a sneak attack.
But at this moment, their faces suddenly changed, and they all shouted: "How dare you!"
"stop!"
"No!"
"Show mercy!"
It turned out that Xiaopang had just used a strategy of repairing the plank road in the open while attacking Chencang secretly. On the surface, he was using the powerful Wu Earth Divine Thunder to attack the four of them, but in fact, his real target was the young man. Just as the four foundation-building cultivators were resisting Xiaopang's Wu Earth Divine Thunder, Xiaopang quietly ejected three Kuishui Yin Thunders and flew over silently.
Since the Kuishui Yin Lei was transparent and extremely concealed when launched, and the powerful Wu Tu Shen Lei attracted everyone's attention, by the time the four foundation-building monks discovered Xiao Pang's real target, the Kuishui Yin Lei had already arrived in front of the young man.
At this time, the four of them were out of reach and it was too late to defend. The only person who could stop the tragedy was Xiaopang. Only he, the master of the divine thunder, could stop the detonation of the divine thunder and prevent the young man from being killed again. That's why the four of them shouted in panic, intending to save the young man in this way.
But it was obvious that at this point, how could Xiao Pang show mercy? The corpses on the ground had already stimulated him to be furious. Now that he had the opportunity to take revenge, how could he be stopped by a few guys' noises?
Xiaopang didn't hesitate at all. With a sneer on his face, he immediately triggered the three Kuishui Yinlei. With a loud bang, the poor child who didn't know what was going on until he died was blown into pieces of meat on the spot. Although the power of Kuishui Yinlei was not as strong as Wutu Shenlei, the young man didn't have so many body-protecting magic tools this time. So the damage to him this time was worse than a few days ago. At least he could find a few scattered corpses last time, but this time, the whole person was blown into minced meat, which was even more minced than the meat chopped by the butcher.
Looking at the blood mist rising high in the sky, the four foundation-building monks were suddenly stunned!
You know, the dead person was not an ordinary person, but the son of their leader, otherwise they wouldn't have sent out the four of them. The last time the son got into trouble, they were already scolded by their superiors for not taking good care of him. This time, the four of them personally came out to take care of him, but right under their noses, a low-level cultivator in the innate realm killed the son on the spot! How can they explain this to the leader when they go back?
Not only was the head of the sect unable to justify it, but they could not forgive themselves either. If this were to get out, what would others say about them? The people that the four foundation-building monks were guarding were killed by a monk of the fifth level of the innate realm. This was simply a slap in the face, wasn't it? This was simply too embarrassing! They all wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into!
A huge sense of shame instantly spread throughout their bodies, and the four of them's eyes suddenly turned green.
At this moment, Xiaopang put away the big iron bell, and then flew on his sword, passing through the passage guarded by the young man, and flew towards Xuantian Temple. The two cloud-stepping winged tigers became ownerless because they had lost their owners, and because they were still embedded in the big iron bell, they were also taken into Xiaopang's life space.
When the four foundation-building monks saw that Xiaopang had killed someone and was trying to run away, they immediately woke up from their shock, and then roared in unison, each using their unique skills to smash the flying swords, Taoist magic, and magic weapons in one breath.
The headmaster's son was dead, and completely gone, not even a remnant of his soul remained. This shameful incident was enough to make the four of them lose face for the rest of their lives. If they let the murderer get away, then the four of them would probably have to commit suicide out of shame without anyone telling them!