Facing such a group of lunatics, Xiaopang didn't even want to leave. {) He knew that the other party was now in their last madness, and as long as he showed up, they would kill him even if they had to die. Anyway, they were about to reach Xuantian Temple, and Qingfengzi would naturally come forward to deal with them. Xiaopang was too lazy to fight with these guys!
So Xiaopang just used his magic power to support the big iron bell to fly, and didn't care about anything else, letting it do whatever it wanted!
In this situation, the four people on the opposite side faced a living target, so naturally they attacked with all their might. Fire, ice, lightning, and sword beams smashed onto the big iron bell like they were free. Pieces of black iron were knocked off, and the entire surface of the big iron bell was bumpy, blue, purple, and criss-crossed with sword marks. It was so miserable that it was beyond words.
Then, even though it was ravaged by the four monks, the big iron bell was still as steady as a mountain, and flew forward tenaciously. And in the natal space, the fat man was still so leisurely, drinking tea made from the five elements of water to replenish his mana, and roasting the eyeless fish at leisure.
Compared to Xiaopang's leisure, the four monks outside were sweating profusely. In just two or three quarters of an hour, they had almost exhausted all their mana, but the big iron bell on the opposite side remained the same. And the most important thing was that they still couldn't force Xiaopang out. Even if they bombarded any part of the big iron bell several times, they couldn't find Xiaopang's trace. As time went on, the battle was getting closer and closer to Xuantian Temple, which made them very anxious. The four of them were almost going crazy.
The monk holding the fan gritted his teeth, took out the dragon-headed sky-blasting cannon again, and roared in frustration: "I'm willing to give up this cannon, I don't believe I can't kill you!"
As he spoke, the monk holding the fan suddenly took out the jade gourd and poured all the earth fire divine thunder inside it in one breath. Then he aimed the muzzle of the cannon at the bottom of the big iron bell and was ready to start.
Seeing this scene, Xiaopang couldn't help but change his face. Because he knew that the Dragon Head Sky Cannon could not only fire a single shot, but also multiple shots. However, if multiple Earth Fire Thunders were fired at the same time, it would cause great damage to the cannon, and this damage might 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 Thunders, and they would definitely not let the Dragon Head Sky Cannon fire more than four Thunders at a time. Because the consequence of that would probably directly make the Dragon Head Sky Cannon scrapped.
But judging from the actions of the monk holding the fan just now, at least five earth fire thunders were poured in. After the explosion from the waist, after the blessing of the dragon head cannon, it was almost equivalent to the power of fifty ordinary earth fire thunders exploding at the same time. Moreover, this explosion did not blow up the outer iron sheet of the big iron bell, but exploded inside the big iron bell. This kind of explosion similar to a semi-enclosed space will make the destructive power soar again. I am afraid that this desperate attack may even reach the power of a Yuanying master. At that time, Xiaopang has no idea whether the big iron bell can hold up.
If the big iron bell breaks, it doesn't matter, but if the life magic weapon inside is also destroyed, Xiaopang will be crazy. After all, all his wealth is placed in this life space. Once it is lost, he will be beaten back to his original form and become a poor boy again. Not only will he not be able to practice Wu Tu Shen Lei, but he will even have to earn money to buy elixirs slowly.
Xiaopang, who has already tasted enough of wealth and luxury, does not want to go back to the time before liberation, but he does not dare to go out at this time, because others are already prepared. If he shows up at this time, it will only strengthen the other party's determination to open fire, and nothing else can be saved.
So Xiaopang was in a dilemma for a while. If he didn't go out, he was worried that his life treasure would be destroyed. If he went out, it would be useless. What should he do?
Just when Xiaopang was sweating profusely in anxiety, the fan-holding monk with a ferocious face stopped at the moment of firing, then looked ahead with a look of surprise, and was completely stunned.
Xiaopang saw this scene through his spiritual sense in his natal magic weapon, and was immediately overjoyed. At the same time, he was also wondering why the other party would show mercy at the critical moment. He hurriedly used his spiritual sense to follow the fan-holding monk's gaze. This look was not a big deal, but Xiaopang was overwhelmed with surprise.
It turned out that, at some unknown time, a middle-aged Taoist priest in green clothes, who looked like an immortal, came to the battlefield silently with a green sword light. From the swiftness of the opponent's sword light, which could appear here from a very far distance in an instant, it can be seen that this person is extremely powerful.
And the most important thing is that Xiaopang knows this person. He is Xiaopang's uncle, the abbot of Xuantian Temple, Qingfengzi.
It turned out that Qing Fengzi was originally cultivating in the cave, but suddenly he felt huge spiritual fluctuations coming from hundreds of miles away. With his knowledge, he naturally recognized that there were cultivators fighting.
You know, Xuantian Temple dominates the Blue Moon Country, and the entire country is his territory. According to the unwritten rules of the cultivation world, any cultivator who arbitrarily starts a war on someone else's territory is very rude. As the person in charge of Xuantian Academy stationed here, Qingfengzi felt the battle, and with such a level of battle, the innate cultivators under his command could not intervene, so of course he had no choice but to come out and check it out in person. After all, this matter is related to the dignity of Xuantian Academy and cannot be sloppy.
A distance of several hundred miles was just a blink of an eye for Qing Fengzi, a cultivator who had already reached the late stage of foundation building. But when he saw this, he was stunned. Four foundation building cultivators were besieging an iron bell, using almost every possible means. Even a cultivator holding a fan took out a powerful weapon, the Dragon Head Sky Bombardment Cannon. When this thing came out, even Qing Fengzi couldn't help but feel a little frightened.
The reason why the monk holding the fan was stunned was because there was the logo of Xuantian Temple on Qingfengzi's Taoist robe. In addition, the powerful cultivation displayed by the other party made him know at a glance that this person was definitely Qingfengzi, the abbot of Xuantian Temple.
The reason why they were determined to kill the fat guy was not only to avenge their junior brother, but also to silence him and not to expose the fact that they attacked Qingfeng Temple. But now, before the fat guy was killed, the master of Xuantian Temple had already noticed it. All their efforts were in vain, and it also brought disaster to the sect. Faced with such a bad situation, the monk holding the fan was shocked for a while. The other three monks were the same, not knowing what to do.
After Qing Fengzi came here, he immediately realized that something was wrong. Although he didn't know Xiaopang's big iron bell, he could tell from the expressions of these people that they seemed extremely panicked, and he was afraid that there was something fishy.