Fortunately, the big iron bell and the life magic weapon are integrated. At the top of the inner wall of the bronze bell, there is a depression specially prepared for the ball. Obviously, the ball was in that position before. Now, every time they merge, the ball also appears there. That place is protected by the top of the bronze bell, and the bottom is covered with a layer of black iron several feet thick by Xiaopang, which is absolutely foolproof.
Just as Xiaopang took refuge in the space of his natal magic weapon, the fireball shot out by the dragon head cannon finally hit the big iron bell hard. With a dull roar, a huge blue mushroom cloud suddenly bloomed in the sky. The huge explosion directly blew away all the clouds within dozens of miles in the sky. The shock wave even reached the opposite side, smashing all the flowers, plants and trees below in an instant, forming a circle with a radius of several miles. Everything inside was blown away as if it had been blown by a hurricane.
Under this huge explosion, the big iron bell also tumbled and flew dozens of miles away. The outer layer of black iron was directly blown away by several feet of thickness, and the high temperature also burned part of the black iron red, making the big bell look like a smoking red apple.
However, despite such a violent explosion and a dilapidated exterior, the large iron bell as a whole did not show any deformation or breakage and remained very intact.
The most important thing is that no matter how strong the wind and rain were, Xiaopang's life space was not affected at all. Even the eyeless fish in the pond were not disturbed, which shows how powerful this magic weapon is.
Since the eyeless fish was not affected, then Xiaopang, who was in the space of his life treasure, was naturally fine. He had wisely retracted all his consciousness when the explosion occurred, so he didn't have to worry about the explosion damaging his consciousness.
Of course, after the explosion, Xiaopang couldn't help but use his spiritual sense to find out that the big iron bell had fallen to the ground because it had lost control. Without saying a word, he immediately used his magic power to drive the big iron bell into the air and continued to fly towards Xuantian Temple.
As for the four monks, they saw with their own eyes that, in an explosion that shook the world and made the gods and ghosts weep, the hateful big iron bell flew dozens of miles away like a kite with a broken string, and finally fell on a mountain, creating a huge hole several feet deep in the mountain.
After seeing this, they were overjoyed and cheered loudly. Because they didn't see Xiaopang when the big iron bell rolled out, they thought he had been smashed to pieces in the explosion! In this way, they finally solved their biggest worry, so of course they were very excited.
However, before their laughter died down, they suddenly discovered that the tattered, smoking iron bell rose into the air again, and then continued to fly towards Xuantian Temple like a comet. Looking at its steady and swift appearance, it was clearly controlled by someone. And that person must not have been seriously injured, otherwise he would not have been able to fly so steadily.
Seeing this, several people were dumbfounded. The red-robed female monk stared with incredible eyes and said fiercely: "Brother, it's already this time, why are you still cutting corners?"
"Yes, yes, brother, you really shouldn't conserve your strength. Don't you think it's just a waste of time?" The monk riding a leopard said with a wry smile.
"Bullshit!" The monk holding the fan immediately said aggrievedly: "I have done my best, okay?"
"Brother? Your dragon-headed sky-blasting cannon is comparable to a Jindan cultivator's at full power, and is said to be able to move mountains and destroy peaks! If you had just exerted such great power, how could you not have broken a black iron bell?" The cultivator riding on the golden eagle shrugged and said, "Who are you kidding?"
"This..." The monk holding the fan was speechless when he heard it. Heaven and earth were honest, he had really tried his best just now, but the result was that he did not break the black iron bell. This was too unbelievable. Not to mention that the three junior brothers and sisters did not believe it, even he himself was worried, wondering if he did not absorb enough spiritual energy just now, so the power was reduced?
Thinking of this, he was too lazy to defend himself, and directly took out the jade gourd, and while pouring the Fire God Thunder to the Dragon Head Sky Cannon, he said angrily: "Brother, I don't believe that I can't break it today!"
As he spoke, he placed the Earth Fire Divine Thunder and took care to check the mid-grade fire spirit stone on the dragon's body. After finding that everything was fine, he controlled the dragon-head sky cannon and caught up with the large iron bell in front.
Although the big iron bell can also fly, due to its large size, its speed is not fast, much slower than the Golden Eagle Sword, so it is easily caught up by others.
The monk holding the fan also became ruthless this time. He went all the way to within three or four miles of the big iron bell before he activated the spell again and fiercely blasted out a divine earth fire thunder.
Since the fan-wielding monk wanted to achieve success with one strike this time to wash away the shame just now, he deliberately absorbed more spiritual energy when urging his magic power, absorbing the spiritual energy of more than a hundred medium-grade fire spirit stones before firing this cannon. As a result, the fireball shot out this time was a circle larger than the previous one, and naturally more powerful.
Seeing this, the other three monks were more certain that the monk holding the fan was cutting corners, so they all felt a little contempt in their hearts. If the monk holding the fan knew that the consequence of his pretentiousness would be despised by others, he would never risk his life like this even if he was beaten to death.
Just as several people were thinking about their own things, the giant blue fireball hit the big iron bell again. The scene just now was staged again. The huge mushroom cloud and the extremely destructive shock wave appeared one by one. The big iron bell was blown away for dozens of miles and smashed onto a hillside, creating a huge pit several feet deep on the spot.
This time, the four foundation-building monks were not in a hurry to celebrate, but stared intently at the still unbroken black iron bell. Then they saw it tremble slightly, then fly up slowly and head straight into the sky again.
Upon seeing this scene, the three low-level monks simultaneously fixed their disappointed looks on the monk holding the fan, which clearly meant, "Why are you still cutting corners?"
The monk holding the fan felt so wronged. He said with a sad face, "Why are you looking at me like that? I swear I didn't cut corners just now. I really did my best, didn't I?"