Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Qin Xuan's body was trembling. This Prison Phoenix Bell was too heavy.

It was made of the core of ten thousand stars. You can imagine how heavy it is.

Qin Xuan could not refine it, so he had to take it down from the hanging place with his arms.

Boom!

The big bell fell to the ground, and Qin Xuan's purple color gradually faded.

He looked at this Prison Phoenix Bell, his mind wandering.

Although this Prison Phoenix Bell was taken down, it would take a while to refine it.

Below, Wuxian and Wuliang also found this dilemma.

How could a first-grade treasure be easily refined?

Even if the Supreme wanted to refine it, it would take a long time, not to mention that Qin Xuan was only in the Nascent Soul Realm.

If they wanted to refine this Prison Phoenix Bell, this first-grade treasure would take at least a hundred years, even hundreds of years, nearly a thousand years, and it might not be impossible, and it might not be possible to refine it completely.

A first-grade treasure, not to mention others, is extremely rare even for the Supreme to master it.

"Could it be that after wasting so much effort, I can only look at this treasure?" Wuxian's eyes twitched slightly. He had already got the treasure mountain, but found it difficult to move it. This kind of discomfort was even worse than stopping at the treasure mountain.

"Donor Changqing is mysterious and unpredictable. Maybe there is a way." Wuliang looked up at the platform thousands of feet high.

Although, he didn't believe what he said in his heart.

After all, it was a first-grade treasure. In the world of cultivation, no one has ever heard of anyone who successfully refined a first-grade treasure in the Nascent Soul Realm.

In the eyes of the two, Qin Xuan had already moved.

He began to sit cross-legged, as if he wanted to refine such a treasure, which made Wuxian and Wuliang look at each other in surprise.

"Is he really going to refine it? Is he going to refine it here for a hundred years?" Wuxian was a little dumbfounded, looking at Qin Xuan sitting cross-legged to practice.

As time passed, Qin Xuan opened his eyes in an hour.

In one hour, he recovered all the mana in his body.

Immediately, his fingers suddenly formed a seal, and his fingers formed a seal, as if writing in the void.

A palm-sized, extremely mysterious seal slowly appeared in front of him.

At the moment when this rune appeared, the entire Prison Phoenix Bell was slightly shaken.

Fine beads of sweat overflowed from Qin Xuan's forehead, and it seemed that there was only this rune in his pupils.

"What is he doing?" Wuxian was patient and exclaimed after discovering Qin Xuan's actions.

Not only the two of them, but many other cultivators have also come here in this hour.

They heard the bell and came here, but they saw Wuliang and Wuxian, and also saw Qin Xuan on the ten-thousand-foot high platform next to the Prison Phoenix Bell.

They didn't need to guess, they also knew that Qin Xuan must have obtained a treasure.

Some people had ill intentions and wanted to steal the opportunity, but they were stopped and taught a lesson by Wuxian and Wuliang.

After discovering Qin Xuan's actions, the eyes of those cultivators also shone with brilliance.

The rune slowly approached the Prison Phoenix Bell. When the rune was attached to the Prison Phoenix Bell, it turned into thousands of chains in an instant, completely sealing the Prison Phoenix Bell.

Under this rune, the Prison Phoenix Bell actually made a roar.

The sound of the bell was dull and not loud, but the whole bell body was slowly shrinking.

The speed of shrinkage was extremely slow. On the contrary, the consumption of mana in Qin Xuan's body was like a torrent of water.

This rune consumed too much for Qin Xuan, which was very terrifying.

It took almost two incense sticks of time, and the originally ten-foot-high bell now turned into the size of a palm and quietly fell on the ten-thousand-foot high platform.

"Is it refined?" Below, countless cultivators were stunned.

That was a treasure, definitely more than a fifth-grade treasure. Even if it was a fifth-grade treasure, it would not be so easy, right?

"No, it's not refining, but using a magical power to shrink the Prison Phoenix Bell!" Wuliang said, his pupils shrinking slightly, "I have seen this magical power before, it can shrink a star into sand and gravel, shrinking a whole star into the size of sand and gravel."

"One grain of sand, one world, phantom mustard seed communication!"

Wuliang's calm face was filled with shock and waves, phantom mustard seed communication is a magical power of immortals and Buddhas, a magical power of immortals.

Even the Da Zi Zai Temple only knows that this magical power is in the ancient Buddhist scriptures. The entire cultivation world has the legend of phantom mustard seed communication, which is yearned for by many Buddhist monks, but very few people have seen it.

Could it be that he used the phantom mustard seed communication?

Wuliang seemed to see the real Buddha, which was too incredible.

The legendary magical power appeared before his eyes.

Shrinking things into sand is not uncommon, there are many magical powers in Buddhism that can do it.

But what Qin Xuan shrank was a first-grade treasure! ?

The difference between shrinking a mud ball and shrinking a mountain or a star is more than that of the sun and the moon.

Wuxian, who was standing by, seemed to realize how extraordinary the rune that Qin Xuan had moved before was.

"However, even if this bell is shrunk, if it is notIf he refines it, its weight will not be reduced by a bit? What should he do? "Wuxian opened his mouth and told Qin Xuan the difficulty at the moment.

The surrounding Daojuns heard the two people's words and were somewhat puzzled.

They didn't know how heavy the Prison Phoenix Bell was, and they didn't know that Qin Xuan, who could fight dragons and phoenixes and climb the peak of Phoenix Blood Mountain, had to use all his strength to face the Prison Phoenix Bell before.

In the eyes of everyone, Qin Xuan moved again.

He condensed his magic again, and a formation appeared on his fingertips.

This formation was extremely complex and mysterious, but Qin Xuan seemed to have mastered it easily and was extremely familiar with it.

Every inch of the formation contained countless formation patterns, which seemed like a mess, but it seemed to have rules.

Qin Xuan sacrificed this formation with all his mind. Concentrate on it, and slowly imprint this formation on the Prison Phoenix Bell.

The Prison Phoenix Bell is roaring, as if a mountain is pulled out of the earth. In this formation, the Prison Phoenix Bell seems to be ten thousand times lighter.

Finally, Qin Xuan's palm slightly extends to carry the Prison Phoenix Bell.

Qin Xuan is still struggling, but not as hard as before.

He hangs the bell on his waist. A first-class treasure, it is definitely not something that the Xuanguang Zhanlong Gourd can take. Once it enters the Xuanguang Zhanlong Gourd, it will probably crush the Xuanguang Zhanlong Gourd into pieces.

Qin Xuan slowly stands up, as if he is carrying a ten-thousand-foot mountain on his body.

"This is also possible, it can sharpen the body! "Qin Xuan muttered to himself, and then he smiled and went down the steps.

A golden roc soared under his feet, but the speed was a hundred times slower than before.

Fortunately, the restriction below had been broken by the sound of the Phoenix Prison Bell, otherwise Qin Xuan would never be as relaxed as before.

Until he landed on the platform thousands of feet high, but there was no dust under his feet.

This power control that made it seem like a piece of cake was even more impressive.

A cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm, like carrying a mountain thousands of feet high, landed without dust under his feet. This kind of character and scene alone is probably enough to make 90% of the cultivators in the cultivation world look up to him.

"Donor Changqing, I dare to ask, is the method you used to shrink the bell before the phantom mustard in the legend of my Buddhist sect?" Wuliang couldn't help asking, this was related to the magical power and immortal method in the Buddhist legend, how could he not care.

"Phantom mustard?" Qin Xuan was slightly startled, and then he remembered, "Are you talking about the phantom mustard created by the monk Xumi? "

Sumeru?

This time, it was Wuliang's turn to be stunned.

"The method I used is naturally not the Illusion Mustard Pass. The monk Xumi has a little talent. How can the Illusion Mustard Pass that he refined by refining the Emperor Stealing Method be compared with my Qin Changqing's method?" Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "This method is called the Three Thousand Universe Leaves Method!"

One leaf, one universe, the inheritance of the Qing Emperor Palace, Qin Xuan is used to calling it the Universe Leaf Method. Even a piece of the universe can be like a leaf, let alone a first-class treasure.

This method involves the way of space. In terms of Qin Xuan's cultivation, the consumption is greater than the previous sound-breaking method.

Wuliang is filled with thoughts at this moment. His memory is recalled. Suddenly, his pupils trembled, as if he finally remembered something.

"The Sumeru that the donor is talking about is the one who founded the Great Sumeru Temple 300 million years ago..."

"Supreme Sumeru Buddha? "

He recalled the records of the Dazizai Temple, and the whole person was like being struck by lightning, and was stunned.

"It's just a Buddhist title. In front of me, Qin Changqing..."

"How can you be called the ancestor?"