Chapter 108 The Man Who Stealed the Bell

Luo Zhen walked with the sword, and his consciousness spread forward, sensing the traces of spiritual power left by the seven sons in the cloud, and followed closely all the way.

Suddenly, a huge spiritual impact bounced back and hit his consciousness, making him nervous. Luo Zhen's heart moved, and he immediately withdrew his consciousness, while slowing down the speed of the flying sword under his feet.

Luo Zhen and Wan Xuefang slowly galloped towards the landlord generated by the spiritual fluctuation.

I saw a huge red fog, rolling into a sphere, with a diameter of dozens of miles. The waves of spiritual impact fluctuation came from the spherical red fog.

Seven or eight red paths are like the silver light and shadow of the thickness of a child's arm, deftly drilling in and out of the red fog, like extraordinary silver snakes.

"Oh!"

A sound of a bell came from the red fog. Suddenly, the spherical red fog, suddenly there were countless red fog arrows shooting out from the top and bottom, left and right. The whole spherical fog was like a huge thorn ball at this time.

"Hong Chiliang, I don't want your broken clock. I'll give it back to you!" The speaker is Gongsun Huayu.

At this time, he was already trapped in the red fog by the seven sons in the clouds. He had no choice but to throw the stolen "Awakening Bell" out of the universe bag, and the palm of the "bang" pushed out and hit the boss of the seven sons in the clouds, Hong Chiliang.

It was another "bang", and the huge "awakening bell" flew dozens of feet, dissipating the red fog around it and turning it into a channel of red coolness.

The red fog also shrank sharply, became thin, and finally slowly disappeared, revealing the embarrassed Gongsun Huayu and the seven sons in the clouds.

"Mr. Hong, the 'Awakening Bell' has been returned. How are you still doing?" Gongsun Huayu extinguished a fire feather that hit him and said.

Hong Chiliang, the boss of the seven sons in the cloud, did not answer. With his left hand on his back and his right hand, there was a red and delicate cloud flower bud appearing in the palm of his hand. Between the petals of the red cloud flower, a golden stamen the size of a thumb is formed. As Hong Chiliang's spiritual power gushed out, the golden stamen quickly released, forming a pillar of silk.

"Where is it so light? When we are Wangxianmen, the seventh son in the cloud, is your vegetable garden. If you want to enter, you can go in, you can come out as soon as you want. What vegetables you want to eat, you can pick whatever vegetables you want?" Among the seven sons in the cloud, Fang Jiuxing, who ranked sixth, said coldly.

Gongsun Huayu looked at the red cloud flower in Hong Chiliang's hand, and suddenly tightened his heart and said, "Don't force people too much! Stay on the front line for everything, and it will be nice to see you in the future!"

Hu Li'an, the third son among the seven sons in the cloud, said, "I don't have to meet you in the future, so there is no need to stay on the line!"

Gongsun Huayu said urgently, "Don't force me. Rabbits will bite when they are in a hurry!"

The second brother, He Shenfeng, said coldly, "Even if it is a wild wolf, in front of the seven sons in the clouds, there is only obedient, let alone you, a bald short-tailed rabbit."

At this time, the red cloud flower bud in Hong Chiliang's palm has slowly bloomed. The red petals as thin as cicada wings are almost translucent, and the red veins are as clear and delicate as blood vessels.

Luo Zhen saw Hong Chiliang gently pushing the flower of the red cloud, like a lonely river lamp thrown in the quiet river in the dark night.

It's just that the red cloud emitted waves of horrible spiritual vibrations.

Gongsun Huayu couldn't argue, but he was no longer talkative. He turned his body. In the universe bag at his waist, a few yellow lights burst out, and four or five huge withered grass-colored grass-fish jumped out of the universe bag.

Each one is yellow and red-bellied, and two thick hind legs are folded under the chest and abdomen. The slender tentacles are slightly moving.

Those dead grass grass flies jumped out, as if they were attacking the seven sons in the clouds.

However, before these dead grass grass grass-scens were close to Hong Chiliang's side, they were wrapped in a scorching red cloud and immediately burned into ashes.

Gongsun Huayu was in a panic. The legal spiritual weapons in the universe bag were thrown out one by one without money, and at the same time, he ran towards the void.

"Wow!" With a sound, a dark shadow came out of Gongsun Huayu's universe bag. This black image was a mass of ink, poured into the pool, and quickly rendered. In a blink of an eye, the land that is dozens of miles is dyed black.

This piece of black ink-like thing is the Xuanjia demon turtle that was previously collected by Gongsun Huayu. At this time, he was forced to have no way out and tried to block it for a while.

Gongsun Huayucai is a cultivation in the early stage of Huashen, and among the seven sons in the cloud, two are the cultivation in the early stage of Huashen, one is the cultivation in the middle stage of Huashen, and the other four are also the cultivations in the later stage of Yuanying. If they fight, they are naturally not opponents.

Therefore, he was messing around and gimming at the beginning, trying to muddle through.

I don't expect that the seven sons in the cloud are all oil and salt-soaked guys. If I had known this, I wouldn't have said anything to steal their "warning bell".

If this "warning bell" is a very powerful spiritual treasure, I didn't expect it to be an ordinary copper bell, not even the lowest-level magic weapon, but the materials are used strangely.

This made Gongsun Huayu feel very stubborn. He blamed the person who stole the bell for no reason, and also provoked these difficult labor guys. He was simply like a maggot attached to the bone, and his ghosts did not disperse.

But at this time, he had no other thoughts to think about. He just threw out the things in the universe bag desperately to block the seven sons in the clouds chasing fiercely behind him. He ran forward in a tortuous route without looking back.