Wen Xuanhai sneered: "Fellow Daoist Wang, you think too highly of old ghost Jin Yan.

This red-gold bell is called the Golden Flame Bell.

Back then, old ghost Jin Yan was looking for an opportunity on the edge of the ancient battlefield and accidentally discovered a place where Mahayana monks were enthroned.

This golden flame bell and the golden flame he refined were both found in the place where Mahayana monks sit and transform.

The original Golden Flame Bell was just a remnant.

The old ghost Jin Yan restored it and cultivated it for more than two thousand years before it achieved its current power.

If it weren't for his poor refining skills, the power of this Golden Flame Bell would not be inferior to that of the Golden Furnace."

Wang Daoyuan nodded slightly, the ancient battlefield of the Seven Star Sea Immortal Realm was not a simple place.

After all, it is related to true immortals. If we can find something related to true heart, even earthly immortals and powerful beings will be moved.

According to the records of the Shenlian Sect, there were many Mahayana monks looking for opportunities on the ancient battlefield.

There are also those who caused big troubles outside and took refuge in the ancient battlefield.

Most of this type of people are sitting in ancient battlefields.

The place where they sit and die will definitely leave behind many good things.

The Golden Flame Bell, a broken seventh-level magic weapon, is not a rare item.

The golden fire snake released by the Golden Flame Bell opened its mouth wide and bit towards Lord Duanhai Shenjun.

The vortex that was generated near the Golden Flame Bell is now in the mouth of the Fire Snake.

The fire snake opened its mouth, and countless spiritual energy was sucked into it.

On Tianquan Island, there is a large-scale sixth-level peak non-attribute spiritual vein, and the concentration of spiritual energy is naturally not low.

Moreover, there are also many fire-attribute auras.

After devouring a large amount of spiritual energy, the golden fire snake's figure skyrocketed.

Lord Duanhai was like an ant in front of the fire snake.

It is definitely not a wise move to resist this kind of spell, but the God of Duanhai has no intention of dodging.

The long blue sword that had been knocked away by the Lord Jinyan returned to his hand again.

There is a layer of light blue mist covering the sword body.

Then, the blue mist slowly condensed into a drop of water. This drop of water looked unremarkable, and no trace of spiritual light leaked out.

But after seeing this drop of water, the eyes of the Heavenly Gong Divine Lord shrank slightly: "Qingming True Water! The old ghost of Duanhai can still use it."

Wang Daoyuan also looked at the water drop. The Shenlian Sect had records about Qingming Zhenshui, but it was only from hearsay.

The Shenlian Sect also looked for this object back then, but unfortunately they could not find it.

Wang Daoyuan has only heard of its name, but has never seen it.

These water droplets are extremely ordinary. To the naked eye, they are no different from morning dewdrops.

Soon, the water drops slowly flowed on the sword, making the entire sword wet.

The golden fire snake has arrived in front of God Lord Duanhai. He raised his long sword and slashed at the fire snake with his sword.

Tsk~~

The continuous sound sounded like a ladle of cold water being poured onto the red-hot iron.

Countless white mist rose and entangled with the fire snakes.

The golden flame is blessed by the Golden Flame Bell, and its power is quite extraordinary.

Duanhai Shenjun used water-based means to deal with the golden fire snake, but was unable to suppress it for a while.

However, as the water mist gradually increased, the golden fire snake gradually became exhausted.

Jin Yan Shenjun was a little unconvinced: "The power of Qingming True Water is indeed extraordinary. With its attribute restraint, it can actually suppress my spiritual fire.

However, I haven’t used my true abilities yet.”

After saying that, the golden fire snake escaped from the mist and flew back into the Golden Flame Bell.

The entire Golden Flame Bell was wrapped in flames.

After a while, a golden crow flew out from the bell mouth.

The appearance of this Golden Crow is not perfect, and the third leg is a bit short, but its power is not weak.

The entire body of the Flame Golden Crow was exuding dazzling golden light. The white mist that had previously suppressed the Fire Snake's head was vulnerable to the Flame Golden Crow.

After more than ten breaths, the white mist completely dissipated, and the figure of Lord Duanhai appeared.

His right hand still held the wet blue sword.

"It's interesting. In the battle of Qingmu Island, Wang Daoyou's Golden Crow mutant made a big splash.

Unexpectedly, you benefited a lot from it, and you actually realized the charm of the Golden Crow through it.

Your half-baked pure Yang spirit fire has been corroded by the soul mist in the ancient battlefield for countless years, and its pure Yang attributes are almost exhausted.

Now with the help of Golden Crow Shen Yun, it can make up for some shortcomings.

Let your half-baked spiritual fire become more powerful.

Unfortunately, the bloodline of Wang Daoyou's Golden Crow variant is not very pure, and there is still a big gap between it and the real Golden Crow.

Your Flame Golden Crow is still not powerful enough."

After saying that, two more light blue water drops appeared on the long sword in his hand.

Then, the two water drops were evenly applied on the sword like the previous one.

The God of Duanhai holds a long sword and fights with the flaming golden crow.

After all, he is a swordsman, and his close combat skills are very solid.

On the contrary, it has not been long since the Golden Flame God realized the charm of the Golden Crow, and he is still unable to control the Flame Golden Crow as well as his arms and fingers.

After a moment of fighting, it was the Sea-Dulling God Lord who had the upper hand.

The flaming golden crow slowly shrank, and white mist continued to emit from the long sword in the hand of Lord Duanhai.

But under the power of the Flame Golden Crow, the white mist disappeared again.

The two fought for half an hour, but there was still no winner.

Wen Xuanhai frowned: "It shouldn't be, old ghost Duanhai never likes to be muddled.

As early as half an hour ago, he had already gained the upper hand.

It doesn't take much effort to win.

But instead of making a quick decision, he was wasting his time with the Golden Flame God Lord.

He had excessively depleted his true energy before, and what he feared most was the war of attrition.

He could obviously defeat the Golden Flame Lord quickly, but he chose the war of attrition that was most unfavorable to him. Most likely, he had other motives.

Fellow Daoist Tiangong, you have fought against Old Ghost Duanhai before, can you see any problems?"

Lord Tian Gong shook his head, and just when he was about to speak, a large piece of water mist appeared out of thin air.

The water mist continued to condense and formed a cloud.

The clouds became thicker and thicker, slowly turning black.

A force of heavenly power, similar to a heavenly calamity, emanated from the clouds.

The expression of Lord Tian Gong changed greatly: "This is the magical power of calling wind and rain. Old Ghost Duanhai almost destroyed my golden furnace when he used this method before.

With this kind of momentum, it’s absolutely impossible for me to admit my mistake.”
Chapter completed!