"It turns out that this thing is the source of the golden light." Wen Xiyu walked forward and carefully looked at the big bell. She then used her hand to wipe it, but unexpectedly, she was shocked by the light and fell into a short trance.
"It's a soul instrument!" Wen Xiyu said in shock.
"Soul instrument?" Zhou Yang asked doubtfully.
"Yes, soul instruments are the rarest of all instruments. Its value is several times higher than that of other instruments of the same level …"
"It looks like a good thing, but I don't know what grade it is."
Zhou Yang was overjoyed. Ritual implements were very precious and powerful. They were different from weapons. Weapons needed to be trained day after day to be able to use them freely. Ritual implements, on the other hand, had all sorts of special abilities.
For example, his Five Elements Tracing Plate. Although it could not be used to attack others, it had the ability to detect the strength of people and ferocious beasts within ten miles. This was much more precious than a spirit sword for him.
"If I'm not wrong, this thing should be a middle-grade soul instrument," Wen Xiyu said excitedly.
"Only middle-grade …" Zhou Yang was a little disappointed.
"Zhou Yang, what's with your expression? This is a middle-grade soul instrument. Even my brother doesn't have one …"
"Even your brother doesn't have one?"
"Of course, people below the Wood Star Realm can at most use low-grade instruments. Only those who have reached the Wood Star Realm can use middle-grade instruments. Moreover, they can only be ordinary instruments. For this kind of soul instrument, Zhen Yuan alone is not enough. You must have a strong mental power to use it. It seems that we can only look at it and sigh …" Wen Xiyu shook her head and said.
"Not necessarily."
Zhou Yang smiled and walked to Wen Xiyu's side.
"Not necessarily? How strong can your mental power be at such a young age? It is impossible for the big bell to recognize you as its master. "Wen Xiyu looked at Zhou Yang disdainfully.
"How do you know if you don't try …"
Zhou Yang said as he closed his eyes. He then stretched out his hand towards the big bell.
"Buzz …"
A strong pressure directly appeared in Zhou Yang's sea of consciousness. His body was startled. The Zhen Yuan in his body could not play any role at this moment. He immediately mobilized his mental power to resist.
He knew that this was a test for the instrument to recognize him as its master. Only by resisting it could he have a chance to obtain it.
"You can actually hold on, but you are only a little stronger than me. You will definitely fail," Wen Xiyu looked at Zhou Yang and said.
But what surprised her was that ten minutes had passed, and Zhou Yang still hadn't moved an inch.
Buzz …
Suddenly, the bell rang out. The sound seemed to come from the Nine Heavens, causing everyone to tremble.
Boom!
The Nine-eyed Astral Soul appeared behind Zhou Yang, and his swaying body once again became as stable as Mount Tai.
"What did this guy experience? How can he have such a strong mental power?" Wen Xiyu's face was filled with shock.
She was very clear that it was impossible for a young martial artist like Zhou Yang to have such a strong mental strength unless he had experienced some things that ordinary people did not.
"It's a treasure, there's a treasure!"
While Wen Xiyu was lost in thought, three people came from afar. One of them was carrying another person on his back.
These three people were Song Tianying, Cheng Xinger, and Tie Xing, who was carrying Zhao Yinqing.
"Tie Xing, how dare you appear in front of me!" Wen Xiyu was furious when she saw Tie Xing.
"Oh, it's Miss Wen."
Tie Xing smiled coldly and focused his gaze on Zhou Yang. He then revealed a cunning look and said, "Zhou Yang is collecting his celestial weapon. You two go and attack him."
"That's right, now is the time.
Let's go! "Song Tianying shouted and rushed forward with his sword. Cheng Xinger did not hesitate either. Killing Zhou Yang was what they wanted to do the most.
"Despicable!"
Wen Xiyu pulled out her spiritual sword and rushed towards Song Tianying. But at this moment, Tie Xing appeared and stopped her.
"Zhou Yang …"
Seeing Song Tianying and Cheng Xinger rush towards Zhou Yang, Wen Xiyu revealed a worried look.
"Haha … Miss Wen, your backer is dead, and you … You still can't escape from my hands." Tie Xing became more and more excited as he spoke, and his attacks became stronger.
"Tie Xing, you raped Zhao Yinqing, and you still want to rape me. Even if you walk out of the inheritance of the King of Venomous Worms, you will still die," Wen Xiyu shouted while defending herself.
"It's a pity, Miss Wen. Zhao Yinqing is now unconscious. When she wakes up, I will have the final say on who raped her …"
Tie Xing's lewd laughter made Wen Xiyu lose her focus for a moment. Then, she fell into a disadvantageous position.
On the other hand, Song Tianying and Cheng Xinger, who had just rushed forward, were forced back by the tyrannical blue flame in Zhou Yang's body. Then, a dark blue spiritual sword flew towards them.
Xiao Lan!
"This spiritual sword can fight on its own. I'm afraid it has five hundred years of spiritual power." Song Tianying said in surprise.
"No matter how strong its spiritual power is, it is just a sword. Let's practice and get this spiritual sword first. This trip is not in vain …" Cheng Xinger said excitedly.
The battle quickly reached its climax. After a while, Xiao Lan was forced to a corner by Cheng Xinger, and Song Tianying was free.
"Zhou Yang, you have ruined my plans again and again. Today, you will die."
Song Tianying's eyes were filled with killing intent. He flashed and stabbed towards Zhou Yang's back.
"Zhou Yang!"
Wen Xiyu was shocked. She ignored Tie Xing's attack and rushed towards Zhou Yang.
"If you want to protect him, then let me give you a hand."
Tie Xing laughed and slapped her with his palm. With a loud bang, Wen Xiyu was sent flying towards Zhou Yang. She spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Zhou Yang, you saved me four times. Today, I will return it to you …"
Wen Xiyu closed her eyes and landed on Zhou Yang's back.
The bone-piercing cold light disappeared in a flash. Wen Xiyu only felt a chill in her chest. The whole world seemed to have become dim.
"So, this is the feeling of death …"
Wen Xiyu said softly and then slowly leaned on Zhou Yang's body.
"It's not that easy to die. I'm afraid that you are taking advantage of me." A playful voice came from behind. Wen Xiyu was startled. She looked back and saw Zhou Yang smiling at her. Then, she looked in front of her and saw that the sword that had pierced his chest had stopped at Zhou Yang's fingertips.
"You … how can you be so fast …" Song Tianying said in horror.
"It's not that I'm fast, but you are too slow."
Zhou Yang sneered and pulled Wen Xiyu behind him. "Climb on my back, I will carry you."
"Ah?"
Wen Xiyu said and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, she gritted her teeth and climbed on Zhou Yang's back.
"Humph, Zhou Yang, you are too arrogant. You dare to carry her while fighting against three people alone." Cheng Xinger held Xiao Lan tightly and walked towards Song Tianying.
"Have you subdued the spirit sword?" Song Tianying was overjoyed.
"Yes, Zhou Yang, I have subdued your spirit sword. Without it, I want to see how you can fight against us."
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