As soon as the words fell, Han Juzheng raised his hand casually, and a series of crisp bells suddenly sounded in the tower hall.

Suddenly, Fang Ling felt a pale golden 'colored' sword qi spurting from Han Juzheng's robe, the speed of the sword qi was surprisingly fast, and it suddenly separated into six sword qi halfway through, dragging out six long openings on the ground, and 'shooting' straight out.

Fang Ling sighed secretly, not daring to hesitate at all, he hurriedly jumped out along the tower wall, and as soon as he moved away, he heard a cracking sound of "boom-boom-" sounded, and the six knives all hit the tower wall, creating six gaps that were half a foot deep.

Han Juzheng grinned, flicked his fingers, and wisps of finger arrows sprayed out, Fang Ling hurriedly dodged, and the missing finger arrows hit the ground, and they actually exploded into big craters.

Then, Han Juzheng waved his hand again, and shook out a few sword qi, and the knife qi slashed on the tower wall like cutting tofu, and a little deeper it could penetrate the tower.

Every time it exploded, the entire Prayer Heaven Pagoda seemed to be violently impacted and crumbling, and several times Fang Ling almost didn't stand still, and he was about to be hit by that arrow in the slightest bit.

Just as he was dodging, Fang Ling suddenly hit a spirit, feeling that something was wrong, although Han Juzheng's previous attack did not use ten percent cultivation, but to perform ten percent cultivation, first of all, there would definitely be a change in momentum.

However, this guy just stood so casually, not seeing much force, but the power of the sword qi and finger arrows increased exponentially, and under such a violent impact, wouldn't even the Heavenly Prayer Tower be destroyed?

Thinking of this, he suddenly stopped, and suddenly passed through a nightmare, cold beads of sweat oozed from his back, and everything in the field surprised him.

There were no traces of sword qi on the walls, and there were no large craters blown by arrows, everything seemed to go back in time to before the bell rang, the only difference was that the position where Fang Ling stood had moved from one end of the tower hall to the other.

Seeing Fang Ling come to his senses, Han Juzheng was a little surprised, and said with a smile: "The vision of this immortal is really right, in addition to your good bones, your young man is even much stronger than ordinary people. However, no matter how strong your will is, you can't escape the Immortal's Soul Bell!"

With that, he reached into his sleeve robe and "touched" a bone-white "colored" bell, which was no bigger than a fist, and had strange patterns all over his body.

Han Juzheng said proudly: "This soul bell is something that this immortal made with the bones of hundreds of people and spent three hundred and sixty-five days to refine, as long as the bell rings, it can make people fall into the 'mystery' array of this immortal." Just now you thought that the immortal had attacked you, but in fact, the immortal just moved his mind, and then you fled in a hurry like a frightened mouse, which is really funny!"

Han Juzheng laughed, looking like a cat playing with a mouse, Fang Ling was secretly surprised in his heart, although he had thought about the power of the magic weapon, but he didn't expect it to be weird, the other party only needed one idea to be able to create the scene that the other party wanted in his mind.

He looked at the little mink again, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the little mink was a three-hundred-year-old fierce beast after all, and it was not affected by the soul bell, at this time it was looking at Fang Ling with wide eyes and a puzzled expression, as if it was at a loss for what he had just dodged along the road without being attacked.

Although the battle situation was urgent, Fang Ling couldn't help but smile because of the little mink's vivid expression, this guy didn't need words at all, all his thoughts were written on his little face.

With a smile, Fang Ling's heart moved, and he stretched out his hand to point towards his ear.

Han Juzheng obviously understood his intentions, and said with a light smile: "It's useless to seal the ear 'acupoints', the immortal's soul bell is not so easy to deal with, unless you can seal all five senses, otherwise, it is still the immortal's caged bird!"

Although Fang Ling didn't know if Han Ju was bluffing, he still hit the 'acupoint' on the side of his ear, blocked his hearing, and then shouted: "Little mink!"

The little mink immediately understood Fang Ling's intentions and spewed out a bunch of seeds.

Han Juzheng didn't want to be surrounded by plants, and as soon as he jumped up, the moment the seeds evolved into plants, they had already fallen to a place twenty zhang away.

Before his feet were steady, Fang Ling had already pounced on him, and with a slam of fire, he spewed out a fiery sword qi.

Cultivating the True Cultivation Method, although his cultivation had not reached the Qi Fusion Realm, Fang Ling had already mastered the art of sword qi, and the sword qi that condensed his strong strength burst out like a flame, rushing straight at Han Juzheng.

"Knife gas? Han Juzheng grinned, and the soul bell in his hand was gently raised, and the bell swayed crisply, as if summoning spirits.

Fang Ling couldn't hear the sound of the bell, but he suddenly saw that the sword qi disappeared under Han Juzheng's flick, and then suddenly, the sword qi that was dispersed turned into more than a dozen golden 'colored' sword qi, and instead it spewed towards him.

Hallucination!

Fang Ling immediately judged that this was an illusion created by the other party in his consciousness, and immediately abandoned the idea of dodging and rushed straight over.

However, when the first knife qi slashed across his face, it did not disappear as Fang Ling imagined, but instead left a knife mark on his cheek, and the stinging sensation caused by the wound surprised Fang Ling, and at the same time, he immediately reacted and swung the knife straight away.

It's just that even though he reacted very quickly, his body was still hit by several sword qi, and at the same time, he was swept out by the huge true energy and rolled to the floor.

Fang Ling opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and after being injured by such a big shock, the "acupoints" of his ears were naturally unraveled, and he struggled to stand up, his arms, feet, and chest were already covered in five foot-long scars, and he was covered in blood.

Han Juzheng smiled playfully: "Young man, it's up to you whether it's an illusion or reality, you think it's an illusion, but it's true, you think it's real, but it may be an illusion, until now, do you still think you have a chance to win?"

Fang Ling looked at the wounds on his body and grinned, "Even if you are really a great immortal, I believe that I have a chance of winning." It's Han Daxian that you only want, if the blood on my body runs out, I'm afraid that the refining of the 'mysterious' heavenly scepter will be affected. ”

This said, Han Juzheng just remembered the matter, he was busy playing with Fang Ling just now, and he was quite heavy, this refining the 'mystery' heart scepter, using the blood sacrifice vessel is the most important part, once the first blood sacrifice uses the blood of the young man, then the second time must also be, otherwise, the power of the 'fan' heart staff will be greatly reduced!

His face turned cold, and he smiled gloomily: "Young man, you reminded you very right, then, I will solve you with one move!"

With that, he raised the bell in his hand again, and this time it was not a soft ring, but a piercing loud sound, as if someone was ringing a large bell next to his ear.

And in front of Fang Ling's eyes, he saw that Han Juzheng's body was flooded with the qi of gold and stone, just like an entity, as soon as he jumped up, he flew towards Fang Ling, because the qi of heaven and earth outside his body was too strong, the blue bricks on the ground were scattered and burst as if they had been shocked by a knife.

Fang Ling secretly took a cool breath and hurriedly stuffed the Tranquility Pill hidden in his sleeve into his mouth.

This stuffed into his mouth, and his consciousness suddenly came to his senses, and Fang Ling saw that Han Ju was really flying towards him, but the direction he came from was not straight, but flying to the other side.

If he was really misled by the illusion, then in order to avoid the attack in the illusion, he would immediately dodge to the sides, and if it was to the left, it would happen to be heading straight towards Han Juzheng, which was equivalent to throwing himself into the net.

There is only one Tranquility Pill, and I don't know how strong the effect of the 'medicine' is, so now is the only chance to kill Han Juzheng!

"Marten!"

Fang Ling let out a loud shout, and when Xiao Mink saw that he was taking the Tranquility Pill, he already understood it, and opened his mouth to spit out a large string of seeds, but this kind of seed was not 'shooting' towards Han Juzheng, but towards Fang Ling's location.

As soon as the seeds fell to the ground, a large white "colored" grass grew between Fang Ling and Han Juzheng, and under the leaves of the grass there were small fruits the size of pine cones, and the "color" of the small fruits quickly turned from white to yellow, and then left the leaves and floated.

This is the burst grass, and its fruit rises in the wind, and when two meet each other, a powerful explosion occurs.

Seeing the little mink growing branches again, Han Juzheng was not only angry, but also not without it, no matter what the purpose of these fruits was, of course they couldn't hurt themselves, but if Fang Ling rushed towards this side in order to avoid his illusionary self, wouldn't it be affected by these plants? If that's the case, it is very likely that the blood volume in the body will flow out a lot, and if it is waiting for the blood sacrifice, it will be a big problem if the blood volume is not enough.

Therefore, Han Juzheng didn't even think about it, with a wave of his big sleeves, a series of chilling sword qi flew in, however, before the sword qi arrived, the fruit had already been blown together by the wind, and suddenly there was a rumbling explosion.

The ground was blasted out of large craters, and the rubble was splashed "chaotically", Han Juzheng didn't expect this plant to explode with such power, and at the same time, Fang Ling's screams came from his ears.

Han Juzheng secretly said that it was not good, he suddenly waved his sleeve robe, and dispersed the momentum of the explosion, and at the same time, he jumped up, passing through the group of explosive grass, and saw Fang Ling's blood-stained bow body standing, his steps were vain, and he seemed to be a little unstable even standing up, and at the same time, the knife in his hand also loosened and fell towards the ground.

In Han Juzheng's opinion, it was obvious that this young man was affected by the explosion, and he was not lightly injured, coupled with his own attack just now, this young man was not far from death, he threw himself towards the young man with a sneer, and said with a smile: "Young man, you have to hold on, don't die here, it's not too late for me to throw you into the instrument ding!"

Seeing that Han Ju was only four or five zhang away from Fang Ling, Fang Ling's chaotic eyes suddenly lit up, and he kicked out the one who had not yet landed.

The shock was not instantaneous, and he went straight to Han Juzheng with a whistling sound, and his speed was so fast that it was like a ghost "shooting" electricity.