Chapter 1243

Wuyinchi golden bell is broken and refined again and again, and the power of the artifact is getting weaker and weaker. However weak it is, the artifact is still an artifact, not an ordinary artifact.

Until thousands of years ago, wuyinchi golden bell was once again a flash in the pan and disappeared from people's vision forever.

No one thought that this artifact fell into Lu aochen's hands.

Under the stage, the cheers of the common people had already subsided. Looking at the huge golden ancient clock on the Fengchan stage, the light of hope in their eyes was gradually extinguished.

Not only them, but also the civil and military officials and the masters of the various families.

It's true that every time the golden bell is broken and refined, the power of the artifact will be reduced by one point, but it is still an artifact after all.

If Gu Fenghua and others have reached the realm of Xuansheng, they may be able to break the ban. But except Gu Fenghua, who has just been promoted to Xuansheng, other people are still only soul saints. How can they break such artifact?

In fact, it is just as they think.

"Hum..." the huge gold pattern of the ancient clock was circulating, and there was a long sound.

"Hum..." the gold grain flows, is a long sound.

Next, there was a sound of crackling and smashing.

Obviously, Gu Fenghua and others are trying to break the shackles of the ancient clock, but the final result is in vain.

"I knew that the ghost clock was so powerful. I would not let Lu aochen take it away even if I had to fight for my life." Lorne waved his long sword and chopped wildly for a while, which made his arm numb. In the end, he had to give up his useless efforts.

The huge golden bell buckles down and imprisons them. The rune on the wall of the bell, which is made of precious gold and silver, shines like a thin layer of cloud. Looking through, you can see Lu aochen's crazy smiling face, the despair in the eyes of the common people, and the helplessness in the eyes of the heads of civil and military officials and princesses.

Dozens of corpses fell in a pool of blood. Both the senior officials and the common people knew long ago that Xinghua was unable to return to heaven. They just insisted on their faith. Gu Fenghua's return, finally let them ignite hope, but now, this hope and thoroughly disillusioned.

"It's too late to say anything now. Let's try to break the shackles." Gu Fenghua said.

In fact, last time in luankongshan, even if they knew that it was wuyinchi Jinzhong, they couldn't stop Lu aochen from taking it away. After all, even her cultivation had not reached Xuansheng at that time. It was lucky that she could sneak attack and succeed. Lu aochen struggled to get seriously injured and wanted to take away the wuyinchi golden bell. How could they stop it? If they have to be distracted and grab this artifact, they will die faster.

"Even our eight gods can't help it. I'm afraid it's hard to get out." Ye colorless shook his head and said.

Ye colorless is not so easy to be frustrated, but it is. As soon as they were under the control of Wu Yin's golden bell, they immediately put out eight swords together. However, after several successive attacks, Wu Yin's Golden Bell was not damaged at all.

Hear ye colorless words, Luo en is more anxious, is a sword cut out. But in addition to a leisurely sound, there is still no achievement.

"Well, don't worry. Let me see." Gu Fenghua said.

"Fenghua, do you have a way?" Luo en stopped and looked at Gu Fenghua expectantly.

Gu Fenghua didn't answer. She couldn't even do anything about their most powerful eight gods Ning heart sword. For a moment, she couldn't think of a way.