Chapter 1243: Disillusionment of hope?
Chapter 1243 The shattered hope?
The misty red golden bell shattered time and time again, and refining it again and again, the power of the artifact became weaker and weaker, but no matter how weak it was, the artifact was still a artifact, not comparable to an ordinary artifact.
Until thousands of years ago, the misty red golden bell once again appeared in the blink of an eye, and disappeared from people’s sight forever, and never appeared again.
No one thought that this artifact would fall into Lu Aochen's hands.
Under the stage, the cheers of the people have long since subsided. Looking at the huge golden ancient clock on the Fengchan Stage, the flame of hope in their eyes gradually extinguished.
It is not just them, the military officials below the station and the masters of the families also secretly sighed.
It is true that every time the misty red golden bell is broken and every time it is re-refined, the power of the artifact will be attenuated by one point, but this is still a artifact after all.
If Gu Fenghua and others all reached the realm of the Profound Sage, they might be able to break the zirconium ban, but except for Gu Fenghua, who was just promoted to the Profound Sage, everyone else was just a Soul Sage. How could it be possible to smash such an artifact?
Facts, as they thought.
"Om..." The huge gold pattern of the ancient clock circulated, and there was a long beep.
"Om..." The golden pattern circulated, and there was another long cry.
Next, there was a burst of crackling and smashing noises.
Obviously, Gu Fenghua and others are trying to break the ancient clock out of the shackles, but the final result is in vain.
"I knew this ghost clock was so powerful, I wouldn't let Lu Aochen take it away even if I tried to fight for my life." Lorne swung his sword for a while, shaking his arm numb, and finally had to give up meaningless efforts.
The huge golden bell buckled down, imprisoning them, and the runes on the bell wall made of fine gold and mithril did not know how much it was spent shining, but it looked like a thin layer of cloud and mist. Looking through it, you can see Lu Aochen's crazy smiling face can also see the despair in the eyes of the people below the stage, and the helplessness in the eyes of the heads of civil and military officials and the princes and princesses.
Dozens of corpses fell in a pool of blood. Both senior officials and ordinary people have long known that Xinghua has been powerless to return to heaven. They just persisted with a belief. Gu Fenghua's return finally gave them hope again, but now, this hope is completely shattered.
"It's too late to say anything, let's find a way to break the imprisonment." Gu Fenghua said.
In fact, last time in Luankong Mountain, even if they knew that this was the Scarlet Golden Bell, they couldn't stop Lu Aochen from taking it away. After all, she hadn't even reached the Profound Sage at the time, so it was a blessing to be able to succeed in a sneak attack. Lu Aochen tried to take away the Wuyin Chi Jinzhong after he was seriously injured. If they have to be distracted to **** this artifact, they will only die faster.
"Even our eight gods can't concentrate, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get out." Ye Wuse shook his head and said.
Ye Wu Se is by no means such a frustrated person, but it is the case. As soon as they were restrained by the misty red golden bell, they immediately took out eight swords, but after several shots, the misty red golden bell was not damaged in the slightest.
Lorne was even more anxious when he heard Ye Wu-Se's words, and slashed out again with a sword. But apart from a long and leisurely cry, there was still nothing to do.
"Well, don't worry, let me think about it," Gu Fenghua said.
"Fenghua, do you have a way?" Lorne stopped and looked at Gu Fenghua expectantly.
Gu Fenghua didn't answer, and even their strongest Iori Concentrating Sword could not do anything. For a while, how could she think of a solution.
(End of this chapter)
