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 sword qi erupt 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, 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 shot 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 pulled out a bone-white bell, no bigger than a fist, with strange patterns all over it.

Han Juzheng said proudly: "This soul bell is something that this immortal made with the bones of a hundred people and spent a full three hundred and sixty-five days to refine, as long as the bell rings, it can make people fall into the maze 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 open, looking at Fang Ling with a puzzled expression, as if he was confused about what he had just dodged along the road without being attacked.