Verse 75 Fight together

Although the monk had put on a crying expression and cursed and swore to defend himself, it had no effect. After all, this matter is too unbelievable, how can there be a Jindan monk who can't break a Xuantie bell with a single blow? So the other three monks all thought that it was the fan monk who didn't do his best to save the spirit stones.

has been misunderstood again and again by others, but he has no strong words to justify, after all, the facts are here, and what he says is unconvincing. In the distrustful gaze of the three of them, the fan monk finally became angry, and the surname Suo stopped talking nonsense, and directly launched attacks again and again against the big iron bell controlled by the little fat man.

In an earth-shattering explosion, the big iron bell was knocked away again and again, and the dark iron on the outside was shattered and burned red like rain. After several successive times, the appearance of the big iron bell was beaten down by a layer more than a zhang thick, not to mention that millions of catties of dark iron were knocked off. But that's it, and I still can't do anything about this thing.

You must know that the dark iron that Chubby has accumulated over the years is calculated in millions, piled up like a mountain, all of which are pasted on the appearance of the big iron bell. And now it's just been knocked out by more than a zhang, which is really nothing.

And just when the fan monk took out the power of milk and desperately bombarded the big iron bell with the earth fire god thunder. Xiaopang was very leisurely drinking the tea brewed by the Five Elements essence water in his own space, and at the same time, he also had the leisure to roast eyeless fish with the heat of the best fire jade to eat. At this time, although he was no longer in danger and had long since lost the embarrassment he had just now, he was still wearing the pitiful robe torn into strips, and he didn't even bother to wipe the dust off his face. He just wanted to return to the mountain with this picture, so that his uncle Qingfengzi would know how hard he fought and how cruel the enemy was to him.

Compared to the chubby leisure, the four monks were almost miserable. After the fan monk fired seven or eight shots in succession, there was no need for him to explain, and the other three monks could see that he must have done his best. After all, the Earth Fire God Thunder is too valuable, and if he can solve it with one shot, who wants to bombard so many cannons? The few cannons fired by the Fan Monk have added up to nearly a million spirit stones, which is enough for him to buy a few good high-grade magic weapons, which can definitely be called a heavy loss. In this case, it is obviously impossible for him to hide any strength.

Seeing this, the red-clothed monk was first surprised and said, "Senior brother, the situation is not right? After so many cannons, let alone a tattered Xuantie bell, it is a serious magic weapon, but I am afraid that it will be damaged by you, right? Why is it not doing anything at all?"

"You ask me, who do I ask?" said the fan monk angrily: "It's all at this time, you should always understand that I'm not lazy, right? It's not that I don't make a difference, it's really that this big iron bell of this dead fat man is too strong!"

"What's going on?" cried the guy riding the golden eagle, "doesn't make sense?"

"There is no doubt that this big bell must be boring! It's just that we can't guess it for a while!" The monk riding the leopard suddenly turned his face and asked, "Senior brother, how many earth fire gods and thunders do you have?"

"It's not much, I didn't have time to replenish the losses in the last battle, and I almost finished it all just now!" said the fan monk distressedly.

"Then you better save it, I look at this posture, no matter how much it hits, it's like this!" The red-clothed monk suddenly said: "By the way, you see, that dead fat man has never seen anyone, will he have been bombarded to death by the eldest brother?"

"Definitely not, his realm is so low, the Yuan Shen is weak and pitiful, if his body is killed by the earth and fire god thunder, there will definitely be no Yuan Shen left. Moreover, the magic weapon attached to the primordial spirit of the innate monk, if it was hit like this, it would also shatter the primordial spirit. And you look at that bell, the flight is extremely smooth, and the speed is very fast, almost catching up with the low-level flying sword, this is obviously caused by someone to control it, and this person is controlled by the Yuan Shen is stable and full of mana, otherwise this situation will definitely not occur!" said the fan monk.

"But what about the dead fat man?" asked the monk riding the leopard.

"Maybe it's hidden under the big iron bell!" guessed the fan-holding monk.

"No, if that's the case, the roar of the divine thunder explosion is enough to shake it to death?" said the red-clothed monk, "Why don't you not suffer any injuries at all?"

"It may be that he has another treasure to protect his body!" "The monk who holds the fan suddenly said: "A person who can use divine thunder in the innate realm, and can also take out the magic weapon of the Great Iron Bell to defend against such a perversion, it is not surprising that there are a few powerful body protection treasures!"

"This guy has so many high-level treasures, and he can also be a god thunder, shouldn't we have offended the precious grandson of a certain Yuanying-level elder of the Xuantian Courtyard?" said the monk riding the golden eagle with some horror.

"Definitely not, if it's the grandson of the Yuanying monk of the Xuantian Courtyard, I don't know how famous, we must have heard of it!" The red-clothed monk said: "Besides, such a big man is all doing penance in the mountains, how can he come to a place where such a bird doesn't to be a watchman?"

"Even if it's the child of a big man, we have no way out! He killed the master's own son, and we killed him again, and we have already formed a great enmity, if we can't kill him today, and he sends the news back to Xuantian Temple, then we will be in big trouble!" said the monk solemnly.

"But that dead fat man is nowhere to be seen, and we can't do anything about his turtle shell, how can this be good?" said the red-clothed nun anxiously.

"Let's go together, no one should hide their secrets, and hit the bell, and I guess he will hide there!, in short, you must force that fat dead man out!" said the fan-holding monk with a glare.

"Yes, Senior Brother!" When the other three monks heard this, their faces immediately turned pale, and then they took out their flying sword magic weapons again and attacked the big iron bell together.

As the fan monk spoke, he also took out a flying sword, and then shouted, "Everyone, more than half an hour has passed, we have chased him for thousands of miles, and this place is only about two thousand miles away from the Xuantian Temple, you may meet the people of the Xuantian Temple at any time, you know what the consequences are, anyway, time waits for no one, give me all my life!"

Hearing what the fan monk said, the other three monks also had red eyes, and all of them took out the strength to eat, and tried their best to smash the sword light, Dao method, and magic weapon all over, and they had the posture of shattering their corpses into thousands of pieces.