Although the monk holding the fan had already put on a tearful expression and cursed and swore to defend himself, it was of no use at all. [! Super. Speed! Update. New} After all, this matter was too unbelievable. How could a Jindan monk not be able to break a black iron bell with one blow? So the other three monks believed that the monk holding the fan did not use his full strength in order to save spirit stones.
He was misunderstood as stingy again and again, but he had no strong words to defend himself. After all, the facts were there, and no matter what he said, it was hard to convince people. In the distrustful eyes of the three people, the monk holding the fan finally became angry and simply stopped talking nonsense, and directly launched attacks on the big iron bell controlled by Xiao Pang again and again.
In the earth-shattering explosions, the big iron bell was blown away again and again, and the black iron on the surface was shattered and burned red like rain. After several consecutive explosions, the surface of the big iron bell was hit by a layer more than ten feet thick, and at least millions of pounds of black iron were knocked off. But even so, it still couldn't do anything to this thing.
You know, the black iron that Xiaopang has accumulated over the years is in the millions, piled up like a mountain, all of which are pasted on the surface of the big iron bell. When the big bronze bell was about a hundred feet high, the black iron that Xiaopang pasted on the outside was four or five feet thick. Now only more than ten feet has been knocked off, which is really nothing.
While the fan-wielding monk was using all his strength to bombard the big iron bell with the earth fire thunder, Xiaopang was drinking tea made from the five elements in his own space, and he also had the leisure to roast the eyeless fish with the heat of the top-grade fire jade. Although he was no longer in danger and no longer in a mess, he was still wearing the pitiful Taoist robe that was torn into strips, and he didn't even bother to wipe the dust off his face. He wanted to go back to the mountain like this, so that his uncle Qingfengzi would know how hard he had fought and how cruel the enemy was to him.
Compared to Xiaopang's leisure, the four monks were almost bitter. After the monk holding the fan fired seven or eight shots in succession, the other three monks saw that he must have tried his best without his explanation. After all, the earth fire thunder was too valuable. Who would be willing to fire so many shots when a single shot could solve the problem? The few shots fired by the monk holding the fan had cost nearly a million spirit stones, enough for him to buy a few good high-level magic tools. It could definitely be said that the loss was heavy. In this case, it was obviously impossible for him to hide his strength.
Seeing this, the red-robed female monk was the first to say in surprise: "Big Brother, something is wrong? With so many cannons firing down, let alone a broken black iron bell, even a real magic weapon would have been destroyed by you, right? How come it's not hurt at all?"
"You ask me, who should I ask?" The monk holding the fan said angrily, "It's already this time, you should understand that I'm not lazy, right? It's not that I don't work hard, it's just that this fat guy's big iron bell is too strong!"
"What's going on here?" the guy riding the golden eagle shouted, "It doesn't make sense."
"There is no doubt that there is something fishy about this bell! It's just that we can't figure it out right now!" The monk riding a leopard suddenly turned around and asked, "Big Brother, how many Earth Fire God Thunders do you have left?"
"Not much left. I suffered heavy losses in the last battle and didn't have time to replenish them. Almost all of them were wiped out just now!" said the monk holding the fan with concern.
"Then you'd better save your energy. I see that this is the situation. No matter how hard you bombard it, it will be the same!" The red-robed female monk suddenly said, "By the way, look, that fat guy hasn't been seen for a long time. Could he have been bombarded to death by my brother? Now it's just his soul attached to it and flying."
"Definitely not. He is at such a low realm, his soul is pitifully weak. If his physical body is killed by the Earth Fire Divine Thunder, there will be no soul left. Moreover, the magic weapon to which the soul of an innate cultivator is attached will also shatter the soul if it is hit like this. And look at that bell, it is flying very steadily and at a very fast speed, almost catching up with a low-level flying sword. This is obviously caused by someone controlling it, and the person controlling it has a stable soul and abundant magic power, otherwise this situation would never happen!" said the monk holding the fan.
"But where is that fat guy?" asked the monk riding a leopard.
"Maybe he is hiding under the big iron bell!" guessed the monk holding the fan.
"That's not right? If that were the case, the roar of the divine thunder explosion would be enough to kill him, right?" The red-robed female monk asked, "How could he not be injured at all?"
"Maybe he has another treasure to protect his body!" The monk holding the fan suddenly said, "For someone who can use divine thunder in the innate realm and can also use the big iron bell magic weapon with such abnormal defense, it is not surprising that he has a few powerful treasures to protect his body!"
"This guy has so many high-level treasures and he can also use divine thunder. Could it be that we have offended the precious grandson of a Nascent Soul stage elder in Xuantian Villa?" The cultivator riding the golden eagle said with some horror.
"Definitely not. If he is the grandson of the Yuanying cultivator of Xuantian Branch, I wonder how famous he must be. We must have heard of him!" The red-clothed female cultivator said, "Besides, such great figures all practice hard in the mountains. How could they come to such a remote place to be the master of a temple?"
"Even if he is the child of a big shot, we have no way out! He killed our master's own son, and we killed all the people in his temple. We have already formed a great feud. If we can't kill him today and he passes the news back to Xuantian Temple, then we will be in big trouble!" said the monk holding the fan solemnly.
"But that fat guy is missing, and we can't do anything with his turtle shell. What should we do?" the red-clothed female cultivator said anxiously.
"Everyone, come together. No one should hold back. Hit under the bell. I guess he is hiding there! Anyway, we must force that fat guy out!" said the monk with the fan, staring.
"Yes! Big Brother!" Upon hearing this, the other three cultivators' expressions immediately straightened up, and then they took out their flying swords and magic weapons again and attacked the big iron bell together.
While the monk holding the fan 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 about two thousand miles away from Xuantian Temple. We may meet people from Xuantian Temple at any time. You know what the consequences will be. Anyway, time waits for no one, so fight to the death!" As he spoke, the monk holding the fan bared his teeth and rushed towards the big iron bell.
After hearing what the monk holding the fan said, the other three monks became extremely anxious. They all put in all their strength and used their swords, magic, and magical tools to smash at him with the intention of tearing him into pieces.