"Amitabha!"
While Chen Xiaobei and Xuan po were still in shock, the Jiufan Golden Bell suddenly spoke in a gentle old man's voice.
&Quot; what? " Xuan po was stunned. &Quot; bro ... Bro bei, is that the heaven-immortal item talking? "
"Yes ..."
Chen Xiaobei nodded and said, " "This Jiu fan Golden Bell has already produced an Artifact Spirit! It's just like how you produce demon spirits! It already has its own consciousness and soul, which means it has a life!"
"Artifact Spirit?" Xuan po was stunned and his face was filled with shock.
"Chi ..."
In the next moment, a wave of golden light rippled from the Jiu fan Golden Bell. Then, an old monk with a Sage-like appearance appeared from the golden light.
Of course, the old monk did not have a physical body, but a spiritual body similar to a ghost.
Chen Xiaobei could tell at a glance that the witch of winter was the weapon spirit of the limitless nine-floor Pagoda!
