บท 473: Volume 4 Taqing Sect Disciple 452 Flame Valley

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Feng Zhan saw this, but didn't seem surprised as if he had anticipated it, and with an expressionless face, he flicked his sleeve. A violent wind arose, sweeping all the blue lights away without a trace; then, he opened his mouth and spat out a small golden bell.

The small bell was only the size of a palm, exceptionally exquisite in appearance, and its surface was covered with mysterious golden patterns!

Without another word, Feng Zhan waved his hand, and the small bell flew up, spinning in the air in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a huge bell two or three Zhang tall.

A "hum" of the bell's tolling resounded.

The surface of the huge bell glittered with golden light, countless tiny golden runes appeared, intertwining into a swath of golden radiance. With a point from Feng Zhan, the radiance flashed and disappeared into the ground.