Mo Wen knew that he couldn't ask the corpse puppet to urge the crying bell, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable.

A soul attack was sent out in an instant, crossing the distance of time and space, and crashing into the corpse golem's sea of consciousness.

Then, Mo Wen's efforts were still a drop in the bucket, and it was still too late. The power of the corpse puppet was originally close to that of a generation of martial arts, and the soul power was not much worse than Mo Wen, and Mo Wen's soul attack had too little impact on the corpse puppet.

The corpse golem shook its body for a moment, and then continued to urge the Crying Bell.

A dazzling purple light suddenly lit up from the body of the Crying Bell, like an amethyst, naturally emitting a brilliant light.

Mo Wen smiled bitterly, almost without any hesitation, and retreated, his body moved much slower because of the frostbite caused by the black light and cold air before.

But he is still good, the Lord of Yerong Pavilion and Bu Changkun fell to the ground at this time, the cold crystal was sealed, and it was difficult to move.

Not only him, but Grandma Huiling and He Xiangyu did not hesitate at all at this time, and retreated.

Both of them knew very well how terrifying the corpse puppet would be once it triggered the Crying Bell. The purple light gourd is not a mysterious weapon yet, but Grandma Hui Ling used all her strength to urge the power of a blow, and she almost killed the corpse puppet directly.

The crying bell is a real artifact, and it is driven by a corpse puppet, so you don't need to think about it to know how terrifying it is.

Grandma Hui Ling and He Xiangyu did not forget the two sect masters of their own sect, and while retreating, they stretched out their hands, and the bodies wrapped in black crystals flew out separately and fell into the hands of Grandma Hui Ling and He Xiangyu.

However, in this way, the speed of the retreat of the two was naturally affected, and there was still a distance from Mo Wen, who retreated first. The Lord of Yerong Pavilion and Bu Changkun are the sect masters of the Purple Qi Pavilion and the Five Beasts Sect, they have a pivotal position in the sect, and they are the pillars of the sect's future, and it is impossible for the two of them to ignore them.

Roar!

The blood-colored light continued to pour into the small purple bell, and the light of the purple bell became more and more intense, and the corpse golem roared violently. A circle of invisible ripples instantly appeared around him, and then spread at a speed that spanned the distance of time and space, covering the entire hall in the blink of an eye, and constantly extending outward.

The Crying Bell suddenly broke away from the corpse puppet's hand and flew into the air, instantly becoming three meters high and two meters in diameter, like a big bell.

The golem's roar was like something striking a bell, causing the Crying Bell to snap and then make a crisp thud.

The voice was crisp though. But like the magic sound of hell, the horn of harvesting souls, with the Crying Bell as the center, the floor tiles in the hall were lifted one after another, rumbling backwards.

An invisible soundstage instantly covered a radius of a kilometer, and within a kilometer, the ground cracked and the stone jumped.

Burst!

Mo Wen, who flew backwards, seemed to have been impacted, his body shook, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Rolling his eyes, his eyes were dark, and he fell directly to the ground, dizzy for a while. Nearly passed out in a coma.

Grandma Hui Ling and He Xiangyu were much closer to the Crying Bell than Mo Wen, and the impact was greater, and the terrifying sound wave hit the soul directly, Rao is the cultivation of the two. In the face of such a terrible attack, blood kept spurting out, and the soul was terribly damaged. I rolled my eyes and fainted.

The Crying Bell seems to belong to a class of mysterious weapons that can attack the soul, and the attacks released are almost impossible to resist, and the souls of the five people in the main hall have almost all been severely damaged.

Bang!

Half of the corpse puppet's body slowly fell, slamming into the ground with a thud, never getting up again, and there was no breath at all.

The entire hall was silent, everyone fell to the ground, only the Yin Spirit Bead and the Soul Crying Bell, two treasures, were still suspended in mid-air, releasing a faint light.

Outside the main hall, thousands of meters away, those warriors who were still wandering in the cave and reluctant to leave were also affected, and the two early Jindan warriors who were closer to the cave were directly in the aftermath of the body collapsed, and the seven orifices bled to death.

The warrior who was a little farther away, although he was not fatally injured, also fainted in a large area. Only those martial artists in the middle of the Jindan period, because their cultivation was a little more advanced and a little farther away, did not faint, but their souls were also traumatized.

The blow of the crying bell was terrifying, and it was simply the power to destroy a qiē.

The warriors outside the cave looked at the cave in horror, and everyone didn't know what was going on inside the cave. What is the reason for the appearance of that heavenly power?

But none of the martial artists dared to return to the cave to investigate, and the terrifying power had already scared the courage of these Jindan realm martial artists. The aftermath of being so far away is so terrible, whoever goes in at this time is not sent to death!

I don't know how long it took, Mo Wen's body trembled, and his consciousness slowly woke up. He got up from the ground with some difficulty, looked at the mess in front of him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

After checking his physical condition, his internal organs were displaced, his meridians were blocked, and his qi and blood were stagnant, and since he woke up his memory, he had never been injured so severely. And in addition to his body, his soul was also severely damaged, and the damage to his soul was even more terrible than the injury to his body.

With his soul cultivation, ordinary Jindan peak martial artists can't be compared, except for a generation of martial arts, I'm afraid no one can compare with him in soul power. After all, his soul is beyond the level of ordinary martial artists, approaching the existence of divine consciousness. In terms of total amount, a generation of martial arts may be stronger than him, but in terms of quality, I am afraid that they are slightly inferior to him.

Rao is like this, and his soul is also so badly damaged. The crying bell is obviously a special kind of mysterious weapon that can attack the soul, this kind of mysterious weapon is rare, and cherishing Cheng Dù is still above the ordinary mysterious weapon.

"The power of the mysterious weapon is really terrifying."

Mo Wen took a deep breath, if it wasn't for his decisiveness in retreating just now, his soul was strong enough, and it would be possible to die directly in this hall.

Grandma Hui Ling, He Xiangyu and the two sect masters were all unconscious, needless to say, they also knew that their soul power was not as strong as Mo Wen's, and they were a little closer to the Crying Bell, and the damage they received was definitely even more severe.

If it was an ordinary martial artist who triggered the Soul Crying Bell, the power would not be so terrifying, but the cultivation of the corpse puppet was not much worse than that of a generation of martial arts, and the power of a blow before death could be imagined.

Fortunately, because the corpse puppet was severely injured and its strength was reduced, it was unable to exert the power of the Crying Bell to its full strength, otherwise it would be difficult to say whether anyone would survive in this hall.

Mo Wen took out the Heart Nourishing Pill from the Medicine Spirit Ring, swallowed two in a row, and his face suddenly turned a little ruddy. The Heart Nourishing Pill is a healing holy product, which can heal internal injuries in a short time, but the soul wounds, the Heart Nourishing Pill cannot do anything.

After resting for a while, Mo Wen's eyes looked at the Yin Spirit Bead and the Soul Crying Bell suspended in mid-air, and the corners of his mouth finally hooked up a smile. Now that the corpse puppet is dead, Grandma Hui Ling and He Xiangyu are seriously injured and unconscious, and the heavy treasure is in front, but no one robs him.

Mo Wen walked in front of the two rare treasures, held them in his hands, and a cold cold air came out of his hands, whether it was the Yin Spirit Bead or the Crying Bell, it was very cold.

And Mo Wen also found that the two treasures together actually have a kind of connection, this connection is very strange, it seems to be in the same vein, it is like siblings who are connected by blood.

This situation occurs in two different treasures, which is naturally not a very common thing, unless the two have always had some connection and have maintained it for a long time.

"Yin Spirit Bead...... Weeping Bell...... Is it ......?"

The doubts in Mo Wen's eyes suddenly cleared up, the Dark Crying Bell belonged to the Evil Dao Mystery Weapon at a glance, and the Yin Spirit Bead came from the Underworld Dao Cultivator. Perhaps the Crying Bell was originally the natal magic weapon of the owner of the Yin Spirit Bead, which was practiced day and night, accumulated over time, so that the Yin Spirit Bead and the Crying Bell always had a special connection.

The Yin Spirit Bead is the crystallization of a Underworld monk's lifelong cultivation, and in a certain sense, it is also a continuation of the strength of that Underworld monk.

These two treasures in the Luofeng Sect are obviously from the same person, and they are also an immortal cultivator who is at least in the Yuan Shen realm. Back then, either the Luofeng Sect had some connection with the Netherworld Immortal Cultivator, or the Luofeng Sect accidentally found the remnant of the Netherworld Immortal Cultivator, thus obtaining two treasures.

This can also explain why there are so many immortal cultivator treasures in the Luofeng Sect, and many of them should be the remnants of that underworld immortal cultivator. Even if the mystical weapon is placed in the immortal cultivation world, it is a very precious resource, and Tianhua Palace should not let the mystical weapon flow into the world of martial artists. The only way a warrior can obtain a mysterious weapon is probably to depend on luck.

Mo Wen put the two treasures into the medicine spirit ring, turned around and prepared to walk out of the main hall. Before leaving, he glanced at the purple light gourd and the five beast rings that fell to the ground, hesitated, but still didn't take them.

After all, if he takes the inheritance of the Five Beast Sect and the Purple Qi Pavilion, he will inevitably have a life-and-death enmity, he doesn't care, but the foundation of the Wunian Sect is in the Qinggu Secret Realm, and it will inevitably be troubled by the two major sects.

He didn't have the ability to completely ignore the threat of these Qinggu Secret Realm martial artists now, so he could only try not to provoke them.

However, something happened that Mo Wen didn't expect, as soon as he walked to the door, he saw the purple gourd on the ground flash, and then flew up, crossed a parabola, and landed firmly in Mo Wen's hands.

"This ......"

Mo asked looking at the purple light gourd that took the initiative to fly into his hand, he was speechless for a while, what is the situation?

The treasure is sent to the door by itself, this kind of thing is too weird, and no one will believe it.

Could it be that his character is too good? A strange thought flashed through Mo Wen's mind.

He carefully placed the purple gourd on the ground, then took two steps back, and reflexively prepared to leave.

However, the purple gourd seemed to follow him, jumped twice on the ground, and then flew up again, landing on Mo Wen's shoulder.

"This ......"

Mo Wen was finally a little speechless, what is the situation? It's up to him! (To be continued......)