C67 Magic Tools

"Alright, just park the Lion-tiger Beast and the Fire Qilin Horse here."

Lee Aotian and the others also stopped the Lion-tiger Beast in the empty space on the mountaintop and patted the level six Lion-tiger Beast.

"Roar ~!"

The Lion-tiger Beast let out a low roar and laid on the ground. As if it knew what Lee Aotian meant, the dozens of Fire Qilin Horses obediently lied beside the Lion-tiger Beast and did not dare to act wildly.

"Let's go in and find a place in the Mortal Hall."

Lee Aotian led the group around the thirty to forty meter tall lotus platform under the throne of the Jade Buddha and entered the Zhaoming Temple.

Currently, the Zhaoming Temple was filled with a sea of people, and the huge entrance seemed to be crowded. There were already more than a hundred thousand people at the entrance.

In fact, there were even a large number of people swarming in.

"Dong ~!"

As soon as they stepped into the Zhaoming Temple, Lee Yihong and the others once again felt an ancient bell ringing. It reverberated between the heavens and earth for a long time. It was intriguing and even very pleasant to hear.

"Where is this bell ringing? It's close to my ear, but it's extremely far away, and it seems like I can hear it anywhere."

Zhuo Yiming's bright and pure eyes looked around, as if he wanted to see where the sound came from.

"This is the sound of the bell in Zhaoming Temple."

Zhuo Bufan's expression carried a trace of respect as he said. "It's said that the Great Sense Bell is an extremely mysterious and ancient supreme grade magic weapon. It has the subtle ability to cleanse the hearts of people. When some evil creatures hear it, they will be shocked and their souls will be purified."

"What? Magical artifact?"

Zhuo Yiming,mo Ancient Capital,tu Kun, and the others' eyes lit up. Their expressions were filled with excitement and disbelief, as if they were shocked by the legendary magical weapon.

"Magic weapon?"

Lee Yihong frowned as well. He didn't know what a magic weapon was.

"That's right. It is indeed a magic weapon, and it is the most ancient magic weapon in Zhaoming Temple."

Lee Aotian seemed to have sensed Lee Yihong's confusion, and said slightly, "A divine weapon can cut through iron like mud, and there is also a magic weapon that is stronger than a divine weapon."

"Spirit artifacts are weapons with intelligence, and they also have many attributes and powers. They can amplify the user's martial skills, killing moves, and even true qi, and even spirit artifacts themselves have all sorts of elemental powers"

"And above a spirit artifact is an even more profound magic artifact, a weapon that forms its own consciousness, and even an existence that understands self-cultivation. Its power is unparalleled, incomparably profound"

"What? A magic tool that understands self-cultivation!"

Lee Yihong's heart trembled slightly when he heard this, and his expression was one of shock. This was the first time he knew that a weapon could actually cultivate as well. This was no different from the rumors of demons.

"There are all kinds of strange things in this world. If you can continue to improve your cultivation, the level you will come into contact with will be even more interesting."

Lee Aotian's voice carried a trace of disdain, but he suddenly raised his head and saw a ship that was a hundred meters in size in the sky. Its eyes were shining with divine light.

"Look at this flying ship. It's just a means of transportation for the sects and institutions, but it's an unreachable existence to us." Lee Aotian's eyes were filled with divine light.

"Huala ~!"

"Look, the flying ship!"

"It's a flying boat!"

"Look at the pattern on the flying boat. This is the flying boat of Sleeping Pill Sect!"

"Sleeping Pill Sect, what an imposing manner! To think that they could drive a flying boat here. This is a supreme treatment!"

"It's said that alchemists are the richest. It's true. This flying ship alone is priceless!"

.....。

Countless people turned their heads to look at the sky at the first moment. All of them cried out in alarm, looking at the flying boat in the sky with incomparable envy. However, they were all exclaiming in low voices, not daring to make any noise.

"Sleeping Pill Sect!"

Lee Yihong also saw the flying boat that was slowly flying towards the depths of Zhaoming Temple. In a trance, he realized that he was actually so tiny.

Magical weapons, flying boats, Sleeping Pill Sect, Nirvana Stage... and so on were things he had never seen before. He had never heard of them before, as if they were so far away from him.

If it wasn't for the fact that he had come to the Water Continent Dharma Assembly and the grand event that had lasted for ten thousand years in the Zhaoming Temple, he wouldn't have been able to widen his horizons.

"It's true that only by becoming stronger can one come into contact with an even more wonderful world. There are indeed all kinds of wonders in the world, but this isn't my pursuit. I'm just pursuing the Dao, exploring the mysteries of the world and its true meaning of life."

Lee Yihong's dazed gaze seemed to have been twisted by countless sharp sword lights. It became firm and divine, vast and profound like the sea. "The heart of seeking the Dao,yao Yao, is unfathomable. It's hard to tell whether it's true or not. All of them are powerful names."

"Om ~!"

Lee Yihong's mind was bright and clear. It was as if a ray of holy light had washed away the confusion in the depths of his heart. He was even more clearly aware of his own will to seek the Dao.

It resonated with the vague sound of the bell in Zhaoming Temple. It stirred in his heart, and it was indescribably wonderful.

"Hmm?"

The moment Lee Yihong understood the resonance with the sound of the bell in Zhaoming Temple, in the depths of Zhaoming Temple, an old monk who sat cross-legged on a rock that had decayed over time and was covered in moss opened his eyes slightly.

He was as thin as firewood. His face was wrinkled and his eyebrows were lowered. The monk's robe on his body seemed to be blown away by the wind, but it had a mysterious feeling of merging with the void of the heaven and earth.

It was as if he had been sitting there for thousands of years. His opened eyes were bright and clear like stars that illuminated the hearts of people.

"Quite a number of fated people have come."

The old monk's voice was deep and full of vigor. It was the complete opposite of his body that was about to turn into a sitting posture, and it even formed two completely different concepts.

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"Hua ~!"

The old monk's voice was like the ringing of a bell as it faded away, but the figure sitting cross-legged suddenly vanished.

The only thing that remained was a mark that had sunk deep into a seated position on a rock that had been decayed by the passage of time.

There was even a subtle artistic conception on it that emitted a shocking might of heaven and earth, as if one could see an incomparably pious heart of seeking the Dao.

"Dong ~!"

And not too far away, there was a voice. There was a hundred-meter tall tower with nine floors. A powerful ancient bell sound reverberated through the world.

"What a mysterious bell chime, it's able to resonate with my soul!"

Lee Yihong, who had a hint of enlightenment in his heart, was secretly shocked. It was as if he had seen an ancient and desolate bell just now, and he was extremely shocked when he felt the secrets of the Heavens and Earth contained within it.

"Father, look, it's Liao Qing and the others!"

No one noticed anything unusual about Lee Yihong. The moment Lee Aotian walked into the Mortal Hall, Zhuo Yiming's eyes turned cold. He pointed at Liao Qing, Liao Zhenhua, and the others who had woken up.

The Mortal Hall was called the 'Hall', but it was actually the 'Hall'. It was a huge outdoor training hall. The ground was paved with white jade, like a large courtyard. There were many palaces in the surroundings, but it was enough to accommodate a hundred thousand people.

At this moment, there was a jade lotus platform the size of a house in the middle. It seemed to be a high platform for eminent monks to sit on, and it looked extremely solemn.

However, there were no monks on it. Instead, the surroundings of the lotus platform were already filled with countless people. Each of them was seated cross-legged on a futon, and there were already over ten thousand of them.

It was as if they were waiting for someone to give a lecture. It was solemn and solemn.

"Swish ~!"

Liao Zhenhua, who was sitting on the hassock in front of him, suddenly turned his head and saw Zhuo Yiming, Zhuo Bufan, and the other two old men from Guanghua City. They also saw Lee Aotian, Lee Yihong, and the others.

"Humph!"

Liao Zhenhua coldly harrumphed and retracted his gaze.

"It's you, you damn thing!"

Liao Qing, who had a dispirited look on his forehead, also saw Lee Yihong. His facial expression became ferocious and twisted. A wave of killing intent was about to spurt out, but it was suppressed by Liao Zhenhua who was standing beside him.

"Dad, he..." Liao Qing was unwilling to accept this.

"If you don't want to be expelled, then sit down immediately. We'll talk about this after the Water Continent Dharma Assembly is over."

Liao Zhenhua glanced at Lee Yihong and slowly withdrew his cold gaze.