The small bell is quaint, and the surface is covered with patina, revealing an atmosphere, a kind of vicissitudes, as if it has experienced countless years.

"This is supposed to be a treasure, with a strong spirituality, and it knows how to cover oneself with patina, and become unnoticeable. ”

Xuantian groaned, holding up the small bell with both hands, and injected divine power into it.

Finally, the quaint little clock reacted, and the blurred carving on it glowed, and a golden light seeped out. Like the sunset in the evening, it shines like a little bit of broken gold.

"When ......"

The huge bell rang, and the little bell shed all the patina and became very dazzling, golden and shining, as if it were a blazing sun.

The bell sounded very weird, and Xuantian's whole body shook. This is a force that touches the soul, and he can't help but look dark, and he has an urge to fall.

This time the bell rang completely differently than the last time. The last time it happened in the Mud Pill Palace, he didn't feel anything about it. As a result, when he arrived in the outside world, he immediately reacted and felt a mysterious power that could shake the soul and spread all the way to the depths of the brain.

However, something strange happened, and this power seemed to be suppressed by something deep in the mind, and it gradually disappeared.

"Hmm! Xuantian came to his senses and was extremely shocked. The depths of the brain are the dwelling place of the soul, and yet it seems unusual that this soul-pulling force is suppressed.

It can be described as the concept of falling, a cat saw a mouse and pounced on it, only to be eaten by the mouse. That's the concept.

Although Xuantian was surprised, he was no longer surprised by his brain. At least, there have been several times when he has not been expected.

"Soul Bell. ”

This is the name of the little bell, and the bell, as its name suggests, can shake people's souls. And this force is very strange, it can be said that it is pervasive, hits the soul directly, and is difficult to defend against.

Xuantian was delighted, this was definitely a shameful treasure, and he could take the other party by surprise and catch him off guard. Whether it is a single battle or a chaotic scene, it has a good effect of defeating the enemy.

Generally speaking, there are very few magic weapons of this kind, which involve the soul and cannot be refined by ordinary people. It was only in antiquity, when there were many people in that era, that there were such treasures. But there are very few.

The acquisition of the Soul Bell was a complete accident. Xuantian happily put it away, he now has an impulse, that is, to run in front of the old man who sells plates, show off vigorously, and be angry with this old pit goods.

"Huh!", Xuantian's palm changed to something, it was an earthy yellow square seal, the size of a palm, and it was also simple. To be exact, shabby. Because it was covered with dense cracks, like spider webs. One of the horns has been broken.

Compared to the last time, this treasure seems to have become heavy, and the feeling is different just by starting it.

Fang Yin is quaint, and it is impossible to see any fame from the surface. Xuantian tried to condense his divine power and entered the inside of Fang Yin to take a look. He felt that this treasure was not as simple as it appeared.

"Hey, it's ...... It is a palace. ”

Xuantian was taken aback, what did he see, he actually saw a palace inside Fang Yin. That's right, it's a palace, but it's dilapidated. Something seemed to have happened here, the earthy yellow outer door of the palace had been broken, and it seemed to have been split open by a sword, and there was still a sharp sword aura on it.

The palace is large and dilapidated. Looking inside, the pillars supporting the hall had collapsed, the ground was in shambles, and the walls were full of cracks. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a battle.

If you go back in time, this palace must be glorious and atmospheric. It can be seen from those collapsed pillars, which depict real dragons, white tigers, and other rare birds and beasts, which look lifelike.

And these pillars are just the corner of the glory.

However, no matter how glorious the palace once was, it is no longer there. The place was very dilapidated, as if it had been trampled by 100,000 iron horsemen, and it was unsightly.

Xuantian walked inside, stepping on the long passage, and saw the scene of broken ruins, which was shocking.

"What's that...... It's like a dead man. ”

Xuantian ran over and was finally moved, there was indeed someone in the palace. This is an ancient man divided into two halves, wearing very old clothes, dead, as if he had been split by a sword directly, without the slightest power of resistance.

Red blood flowed all over the ground, as if the disaster had just happened, and it hadn't dried up yet.

"This is the ancients, and the strength must be very strong. The blood in the body has a powerful essence, if it can be absorbed......"

Xuantian's eyes lit up, and a cheap smile immediately appeared on his face, although drinking human blood is a little disgusting, but if it can enhance its strength, it is not impossible. However, when he picked up the blood on the ground, everything changed, as if time had passed for 10,000 years, and the blood in the palm of his hand had directly turned black, emitting a foul smell.

Xuantian retched and hurriedly threw it away, such a disgusting thing, even if it had a miraculous effect, he couldn't drink it.

If it can be described. It was as if the world had been frozen, and even time had stopped, no longer moving forward.

Xuantian continued to walk inside, not only gasping for air, because there were more corpses along the way. In the end, his scalp couldn't help but tingle, oh my God! As far as the eye could see, there were dense corpses, lying on the aisle, shocking.

"What the hell is going on here, what's going on. ”

There, there were remnants of the army, with copper furnaces and flying swords, all kinds of things. They all have a common feature, that is, there is a slap print on the surface, which is pierced.

Xuantian was finally not calm, the strength of the invaders was very strong, and they were already strong enough to smash the divine weapons with their bare hands. What happened here back then, and how did you provoke such a strong enemy?

The passage is long, but there is also an end, which is an inner sanctum. The steps in front were in tatters, and the scene was still the same, with many corpses lying on the side.

If there is one place where the most people die, there is no doubt that this is here. As if to prevent intruders from entering the inner sanctum, there was a great battle here, but like moths to a fire, they were killed by a sword.

"So many people didn't stop the success, the invaders are very powerful. Xuantian was shocked and made such a definition. Because the door of the inner sanctum was broken, it was clear that the intruders had entered anyway.

"Wow!", he crossed the layers of corpses and went directly into the inner sanctum.

The place is very well preserved and there are no traces of the battle. The golden table jade pen reveals the glory of the past.

"That's ...... A dead baby. Xuantian was taken aback, and on the jade bed not far away, there was a dead baby. No, it should be said that it is a placenta, not even a baby. He was stabbed to death.

It was so cruel, could it be that the intruder had slaughtered all the way and entered the inner sanctum just for such a placenta?

"No, it doesn't seem to be a newborn. Xuantian was taken aback and hurriedly approached the jade bed. What he saw was a pair of eyes full of hatred and cruelty, as if they were the kind of eyes that only adults have, and should not be on babies.

"Is it a metamorphosis, or is it nirvana? ”

His heart pounded, and a terrible guess came to mind. The intruder may have seen the opportunity to break in and kill the owner of the palace when he was weak.

If this is the case, the owner of the palace is too unlucky. It's about to be successful, but it's ruined, no wonder there is such resentment.

There is no longer any useful information here. After wandering around the inner hall for a few times, Xuantian found nothing and left here. Walk out.

Inside the old house. With a "whoosh", Xuantian's spiritual power returned to his main body and withdrew from the square seal.

The experience just now was like a dream, a little illusory. If it weren't for the crystal clear square seal at this time, and the glow seeped out, you could see a ruined palace inside. He would have thought it was just a dream.

Xuantian held the square seal and couldn't put it down. Intuition told him that this magic weapon was not ordinary.

"Brush!", he urged the square seal, causing it to levitate in the air, emitting a glow, and at the same time sprinkling a little mist, like nine days of silver sand falling.

"Boom!"

When the fog falls, it meets the ground of the old house. Suddenly, silver rays of light rose from below, fighting against the earthy yellow mist.

It can be clearly seen that lines have appeared on the ground, and the silver light is shining. And like an earthworm, it will move back and forth.

You know, this is the old man's hometown, so naturally there will be a defensive shield to guard this place.

Xuantian was shocked, knowing that it was a big disaster. Hurriedly put away the square seal, and suddenly, the silver lines on the ground gradually disappeared and returned to the bottom. It's calm here.

Seeing this, Xuantian breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the cloth here is a pure defensive shield, without the slightest attack power. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable. With the strength of the bad old man, can the counterattack shield laid down be weak? I'm afraid it can hit him seriously injured, or even killed.

Although the situation has been lifted, Xuantian still has palpitations. He didn't dare to toss it down, and sat honestly on the ground. He began to cultivate.

The next morning, he walked out of the old house and found that the old man was still there, as if he had not been there all night.

"Where did this old guy go? It can't be that he was a thief and was caught!" Xuantian couldn't help but think wildly, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was unlikely. Although this old guy is a scoundrel, he is not a master, only he catches other people's shares, and there is no reason for the other way around.

At this moment, it is early in the morning, and the sun is shining like gold, shining warmly on people.

In the old courtyard, it is full of flowers and trees. The breeze blows, and the petals dance like butterflies, falling slowly. In addition, all kinds of birdsong and insect chirping are endless, and it is a vibrant scene.