Chapter 1115 Brass Bell

Just as Zhao Yan used the authority of the city lord to remove the formation on the craftsman's platform and was about to put the craftsman's platform and the iron-gray gun tip on it, the old voice that was suppressed was also giving orders to Yin Bingling.

"My slave, listen carefully now. After you kill those three guys, immediately go to the treasure dismantling workshop on a certain street above and take out the spear tip inside! In addition, in another inconspicuous place, there is also the spear body of the spear!"

"Together these two are the weapons I used in the Shenxiao Continent. Only this weapon can release me from the suppression place at the bottom of Duobao Ancient City!"

After accepting the order from Laotie, Yin Bingling said respectfully, "Master, I will go there whenever I have time and find the gun tip and body!"

Just as Lao Tie was talking, he discovered something and said in shock, "No, I just swept it with my thoughts and found that the tip of my weapon gun was taken away by the little monk in the Sword Valley! This bastard, this thief!"

He was talking and asked Yin Bingling to search for the gun tip and the gun body, but unexpectedly, Zhao Yan put his gun tip into his bag!

"Master, it's okay!" Yin Bingling said gritting his teeth, "The three of them will die. When I kill them, I will get the gun head and body, and then release the master!"

"Very good, you're very good!" Laotie nodded with satisfaction, "You now have the strength of the Nascent Soul level, and also have the defense armor and weapons of the Golden Pill Treasure level. Even if the three of them join forces, they are not your opponent at all!"

Yin Bingling said again, "But they will lock the entrance and exit of the upward passage now, and I can't go out!"

Laotie said, "It doesn't matter. You don't have to look for them, they will come to you, not to mention that I also know some weak places. You can defeat them as long as you spend a little effort in a forced attack!"

"This is good!" After the improvement of Yin Bingling's cultivation level in the past few months, her self-confidence has reached a point of bursting. She asked again, "Master, I have tried it in the past few months. If I want to improve my cultivation level to the second level of the Nascent Soul, why has my Nascent Soul still not reacted?"

"This..." Lao Tie was embarrassed and said, "I will naturally have a way to help you when the time comes! All you have to do is kill them and then release me. Now I will tell you the weak points!"

"good!"

On the balcony upstairs of a Tiancai Di Treasure Store, Gong Xueluo was sitting cross-legged, spitting out the elixir fire, and refining his natal magic weapon.

"Xie Qing, don't think your natal magic weapon is so domineering. If my natal magic weapon is successfully refined, it will be quite powerful!"

Gong Xueluo's natal magic weapon is called the Eight-tone Cone. It is a weapon with a pointed end and a round end. It has a very fast flight speed and can produce different rhythms during flight. The sound attack is very powerful when combined with the physical attack.

This eight-tone cone was built by the Xianyin Pavilion based on weapons in ancient legends. It can be successfully refined and will greatly increase Gong Xueluo's strength.

"It just so happens that there are all kinds of precious treasures here. I use them to create the eight-tone cone, which is the best!"

Under Gong Xueluo's hasty refining, his eight-tone vertebra also reached the stage of small success. When he used his spiritual power to activate it, the eight-tone cone whizzed past him, suddenly making a harsh whistling sound, and suddenly making a rumble of thunder and lightning. He was quite satisfied.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a loud bang coming from the ground not far away.

I saw a small mountain of earth suddenly popping up under the ground, and the soil collapsed downwards in the center of the mountain.

“What’s the situation?”

Gong Xueluo stood up in surprise and saw a tall girl wearing black armor and holding a cross sword in her hand, with long and short hair dispersed and her eyes were sharp.

"Bingling!" Gong Xueluo's face changed immediately. Unexpectedly, Yin Bingling directly punched a hole in the ground and walked out like this.

After Yin Bingling walked out, she saw Gong Xueluo at a glance. She said coldly, "I used to love you so much, but you don't take me to heart at all! Don't worry, after I kill you, I will carry your head with you, so that you won't leave me!"

Hearing Yin Bingling's gloomy words, Gong Xueluo was so scared that he became cold behind her back. He raised his hand and yelled in his mouth, "Eight-tone cone, go for me!"

Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded, and the eight-tone cone turned into a dazzling cold light, assassinating Xiang Yin Bingling.

"Is this your natal magic weapon?" Yin Bingling laughed, "Do you think I'm idle for the few months you were in seclusion here? Tell you, I not only destroyed several channels that provide vitality and death energy for the Qingxiao Life and Death Seal, but also refined the cut copper of the magic weapon to destroy me on my natal magic weapon!"

After entering the Golden Pill Stage, Yin Bingling has not refined her own natal magic weapon, and now he has directly entered the Nascent Soul Stage. She happened to have combined the many magic weapon bronzes she got this time and some heavenly and earth treasures she prepared in advance to refine a natal magic weapon.

"Let you see the natal magic weapon of the Nascent Soul level!" Yin Bingling opened his mouth suddenly, his lips instantly turned black, and he spit out a small brass-colored chime from her mouth.

"What kind of treasure is this?" Gong Xueluo's face changed.

Although I didn't understand Yin Bingling's natal magic weapon very much, Gong Xueluo still activated his eight-tone cone and launched an attack, "Destroy it for me!"

Gong Xueluo wanted to use her eight-tone cone to break the other party's brass clock.

"Ignorance!" Yin Bingling looked sarcastic and said word by word, "I was so obsessed with it at the beginning. I didn't expect you to be so stupid. I told you that this brass clock was made of magic bronze. You actually wanted to use the spell of the eight-tone cone to break my little clock. It's so funny!"

When this editor's bell was released, a loud noise suddenly came in the air. The magic weapon bronze was immune to all spells. The sound attack released on the eight-tone cone was also a kind of spell. In the sound of the magic weapon bronze, there was no sound at all.

After the sound on the eight-tone cone disappeared, its power dropped by more than one level. The brass editor bell was even more powerful, changing its direction, and suddenly enveloped the eight-tone cone, and then the bells continued to ring again.

"No!" Gong Xueluo's face was pale. The eight-tone cone that he had spent several days to practice until he was small, had lost contact with him after being shrouded by chimes!
Chapter completed!