Now, after penance, his strength comes naturally, and he has stepped into the seven-level realm of Yuan infant.

Chapter two hundred and ninety-one God Bell shocked the world
Chapter two hundred and ninety-one God Bell shocked the world
In the past, the mountains of Wancang Mountain soared into the sky, but now it has turned into a magma lake, and the magma has boiled red and turned into a hot place.
Surrounding the eyes, I looked around, and it was desolate, and nothing grew, even the soil was hot and red.
However, it is such a place, but now it has stirred up the whole cultivation world, and many top clan strong men have been dispatched to gather here.
All this is due to a big clock in the magma lake.
Boiling magma melting gold and iron is the peak. Even the strong can’t underestimate the need to run the real resistance, but in this boiling magma, this big clock will never move, and the magma will roll as before.
There is no grand occasion for many monks to practice around the clock a few days ago, and even a few old people have left, and the surrounding area is deserted.
However, there are many strong clans next to the fiery boiling magma lake, each with its own side eyeing the magic bell
Many strong people have made no secret of their peeping into the bell, but no one dares to act rashly, looking around carefully with a solemn face.
When the magic bell first appeared, many clans had sent strong people to collect it, but in the end they suffered heavy losses and failed to keep it for themselves.
This time, when it comes again, there are naturally many fears.
"Since you Taoist friends are unwilling to start work, let me send you to find out the truth!"
After watching for a while, a medium-sized sect came out, and the leader was the sect leader, holding a long sword and waving his hair and beard. It was really like a sword fairy in the world.
There is no doubt that this spirit-virtual sword faction dares to beat out in front of so many top clan schools to test that it must rely on the top clan forces behind it.
Sure enough, when this person came out, many top clans didn’t speak, but their eyes passed by the five elements.
This spiritual virtual sword school is a clan supported by Five Elements Sect.
Just then, the head of the Spirit Virtual Sword Sect has been like a breeze rushing towards the magic bell.
He stepped on the sword and shone brightly, and his white robe and beard fluttered like a sword fairy, and the fire broke into the sky and came close to the magic clock.
Just seeing this skill, many strong clans will look solemn. This old man like a sword fairy is very extraordinary, but they are on a par.
The head of Blinking Spirit Virtual Sword Sect has reached the magic clock, and his eyes are shining as bright as stars when he looks at the clock in the magma.
"Give it to me!"
With a long sword on his foot, he directly took out a huge palm print, and the silver light shone brightly. It was as if he had detained this side of the world and fell towards the bell to hold it.
"Hey!"
The handprint fell and the silver awn rushed to the clouds, obscuring everyone’s eyes. Many strong people’s ears trembled and the bells of heaven and earth rang for nine days.
The silver light is shining, the palm print is changing, and the silver awn is quietly dissipating the world!
A wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of the head of the Sword Sect with a long sword spirit and a virtual sword spirit, but he did not retreat, but took out a bronze vial.
"Refine the empty bottle!"
"It turned out to be a fairy refining a virtual bottle!"
"refining the virtual bottle can absorb everything from heaven and earth. Is it true that the magic clock will be collected by others?"
When I saw this bronze bottle, there were many exclamations at the moment, and many strong eyes of Zongmen were dignified and there were cold flashes.
Refining a virtual bottle is a fairy device. It is not easy to absorb everything in the world of cultivating immortals, and even refine it. At this time, many strong people are secretly worried.
"Ingestion!"
The old leader of the Spirit Virtual Sword Sect binged on drinking a real yuan, and suddenly the refined virtual bottle was suspended in the illusion. It seemed as if a huge and mysterious force could swallow the heavens and the earth and enveloped the magic bell, trying to draw it into the refined virtual bottle.
"Sniff!"
The hot magma in the magma lake is sucked into the virtual bottle like a series of skyfires. The old leader of the Spirit Virtual Sword Sect looks red and his eyes are wide open to collect the magic clock.
"Dong …!"