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Chapter 69

Chudi, Tongbao Attic.

In the room, the man in Taoist robe suddenly opened his eyes, his face gloomy as water.

A terrifying aura erupted from around him, and the entire room was oppressively burst into fine cracks.

There was anger in his eyes!

At this time, a golden toad jumped out of his arms and made an old voice, admonishing: "This place is the territory of Tongbao Pavilion, restrain yourself."

Hearing this, the Taoist-robed man took a deep breath, the power around him slowly gathered, and his face calmed down.

"The spiritual sense that I practiced on the bell of the world has been erased." The Taoist robe man spoke slowly.

Looking at his expression, Golden Toad reminded: "This old man knows that you are not angry, but remember not to lose the big because of the small, the important thing now is the tomb of the immortal."

"It will be the opening day in a few days, and you have to prepare before that."

The man in Taoist robe nodded lightly.

The appearance of Jiangnan appeared in his mind, and there was a trace of anger in his heart.

Golden Toad glanced at him, "What are you in a hurry? Since they are all coming for the immortal tomb, there is always a chance to see you again."

"At that time, if you want to kill or cut, isn't it up to you to decide?"

The Taoist-robed man took a deep breath and looked out the window, towards the river.

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Following his gaze, he crossed the ten thousand mountains and rivers.

Jiang Nan fell from the air and walked to Wang Chunyun and others.

"Miss Qu, what are your plans for the future?"

Qu Ying's face was gloomy, but there was no smile on her originally beautiful face.

It seems that Qu He's incident has hit her a lot.

"Hui Jiuli...if something like this happens, you have to inform Dad as soon as possible."

Although Qu Ying's mind turned slowly, he also understood that since Qu He had long been ill-intentioned, it was unknown whether the sacrificial lineage in the Jiuli tribe was involved.

Compared with such a major event related to the survival and death of the race, the tomb of the immortals is not so important.

At this moment, Qu Xiong was still in shock.

He looked at the giant clock that fell on the ridge, and hesitated.

Fortunately, he finally got smart, and didn't ask how Jiang Nan did it.

"Alright, then let's say goodbye to it, goodbye." Jiang Nan nodded.

"Okay." Qu Ying nodded and handed out two more pocket-sized bone carvings, saying:
"You saved my life, it's a big favor. Dad said, you can't repay your kindness. This is Jiuli's token, which can represent my Jiuli's face and give it to you. Welcome to Nanhuang to play in the future."

Jiangnan and the two took over.

Qu Xiong said carelessly: "Two brothers, I hope you can find a great opportunity in the tomb of the immortal!"

Afterwards, the Qu Ying siblings carried the totem pole left by Qu He and left.

They will set off tonight and return to the Southern Wilderness overnight.

The Jiangnan two will continue to go to the tomb of the immortal.

After Sister Qu Ying left, Wang Chunyun looked at the ancient bronze bell on the ridge and asked, "Brother Jiang, what should I do with this thing?"

The ancient bell was captured by Jiangnan, so he naturally wanted to ask what Jiangnan meant.

Jiang Nan pondered for a moment before saying, "I'll try if I can take it away."

The ancient bronze bell is a magical instrument, which requires blood essence and spiritual sense sacrifice and training before it can be controlled freely.

However, Jiangnan just used brute force to erase the spiritual sense of the mysterious voice, and the bell became an ownerless thing.

It's just...he, who has set foot on the road of cultivation relying on the green lamp, can use this thing?

He doesn't know.

Because the system of cultivation is different, he has never come into contact with the magical tools of cultivators.

But he was really greedy for the power of this ancient bell.

Jiang Nan could see that neither the young Taoist nor the mysterious voice had fully utilized the power of this ancient bronze bell.

Otherwise it is impossible to win so easily.

If you can control this thing, it will undoubtedly greatly improve the combat ability.

While thinking about it, Jiangnan came to the ancient bell.

As you get closer, you can feel the majesty of this ancient bell, which is like a mountain.

On the body of the bell, there are two quaint little characters - Dangshi.

And the crack that was just cut out by Jiangnan is now slowly healing.

An ancient and desolate smell spread out.This is the breath that has been eroded over the years.

Jiang Nan stretched out his hand and put his hand on the bell, and his body slowly surged.

Gradually, the ancient bell murmured and vibrated gently.

Jiang Nan's face is happy!
There is a play!

Immediately afterwards, a vague idea came from the clock, like a child's cheerful call.

Jiang Nan can somehow understand the meaning in his mind.

That is to let him practice with blood sacrifice!

Jiang Nan's thoughts moved slightly, and a wisp of sword energy shot out, cutting his fingers.

The dark red blood slowly overflowed along the wound and fell on the body of the giant bell.

Suddenly, a faint blood color instantly covered the entire giant clock!
At that moment, Jiang Nan suddenly felt a strange feeling, as if a silk thread stretched out from his own and was connected to the bronze giant bell.

It is like becoming the third hand of Jiangnan, like an arm.

——It's just that this hand may be a little heavy for Jiangnan at the moment.

It was not until the sacrificial training was completed that Jiangnan discovered what kind of terrifying power was contained in this giant bronze bell!
The power that was revealed when he fought against him just now was less than one-tenth of this minute!

Of course, his current Taoism cannot fully exert the power of this bell.

Although Wang Chunyun has some way of reading, but after all, he was born in orthodox embroidery and knows a lot about magic tools.

He could see at a glance that the Jiangnan ritual practice was successful, and he walked a few steps, showing curiosity, "Brother Jiang, how is it?"

Jiang Nan smiled slightly and his mind moved.

The bronze giant bell vibrated and slowly rose.

Then it shrank to the size of a fist and flew around him.

"Wonderful!"

Wang Chunyun praised in a low voice: "Although the complete Taoist spirit has not yet been condensed, it is a Taoist tool like my golden hook pen. The opportunity is not shallow, Brother Jiang!"

Jiangnan smiled and nodded.

With this bell, his actual combat power has jumped again, and this trip to the immortal tomb has increased a little bit of confidence.

After putting away the bell, Jiang Nan and Wang Chunyun decided to leave immediately.

When such a thing happened, the two of them didn't want to sleep.

When he came to the place of the big white crane, this guy seemed to understand that he had made a mistake.

"Okay, okay, it's caused by sorcery, no one blames you."

Jiangnan patted it on the neck, communicated with the big white crane by adjusting the bird, and helped it get back to its state.

After a while, the big white crane gave a clear chirp and flew high!

On the back of the crane, Jiang Nan took out the pile of "Tianjiao Weiwen Lu" compiled by Tianji Pavilion.

Sure enough, in the information of the various forces and the celestial arrogance, there is no information about the bell of the world.

When you think about it, who would do such a shameful trick, and would sacrifice a magic weapon that can show their identity on the face of it?

The identity of the mysterious voice can only be explored slowly.

As for his final threat...

To be honest, Jiang Nan and Wang Chunyun didn't take it too seriously.

Wang Chunyun acted unruly, even knocking out the censor is as common as drinking water, which shows how daring this guy is.

And here in Jiangnan... Who was the person who hated him last time?

——The supreme rank of Jiuchang Temple, Xuyuan Bodhisattva.

With this big boss Zhuyu in front of him, Jiang Nan really didn't feel much worried when he met the harsh words from this mysterious voice.

For example, if you owe 1 yuan, you may panic to death;
But if you owed a small goal before, then 1 yuan is nothing.

(End of this chapter)