Chapter 166 Cursed Bell
Chen Lang went to the shelf next to him, ready to look for magical tools.

"This is the Na Tian Ring. As soon as it is used..." Zhong Shiji saw Chen Lang standing in front of a wooden frame, reaching out to touch the gray ring, and then introduced it.

But Chen Lang only touched it for a moment, then withdrew his hand and walked forward.

Zhong Shiji had no choice but to follow him, but Chen Lang only took one step, then stopped and put his hand on a black whip.

"My dear, you have good eyesight." Zhong Shiji smiled. "This is a bloodthirsty whip. If it touches the skin, it will fester. It is made of Nine Nether Cold Iron, which is indestructible."

Chen Lang withdrew his hand again, continued forward, and reached for the next weapon.

Zhong Shiji didn't understand what it meant to just touch it.
"This is a thunder-suppressing talisman."

Chen Lang moved even faster this time, his fingers left the place as soon as they were touched. Zhong Shiji took one look and was too lazy to introduce the treasures. There were so many treasures here. He was a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, so any one of them would be top-notch, so he could pick whatever he wanted.

It was only because of Chen Lang's special identity that he would have been kicked out if it were anyone else, even if he was a disciple of the Zhong family, just for his attitude.

"You don't have anything good here." Chen Lang said after touching an entire row of shelves.

Zhong Shiji was furious, but he suppressed his temper and said, "What kind of treasure do you want?"

"It can kill Jindan cultivators."

Chen Lang’s idea is very simple. If other families have the means to surpass the foundation building during ancestor worship, then we must also have one.

But when he activated the system and touched more than a dozen, all of them showed question marks, which meant they were nameless equipment.

Zhong Shiji understood what was going on. He came to another shelf and said, "This is the Golden Bell Cover. It has a very strong protective power. If a Jindan cultivator attacks you, you only need to open it and you will be unharmed. You can even resist it several times."

"Only defense and no attack? This can't kill a Jindan cultivator." Chen Lang shook his head, "No."

Do I look like someone who is missing life?

Zhong Shiji thought about it, went to the next place, and took out a lotus-shaped object, which was glowing with black light. "This is the Heart-piercing Divine Lotus, which contains powerful divine power. As long as you inject true essence into it, it can shoot out countless steel needles, shaped like flying swords. Even if a Jindan-stage cultivator comes, he will be afraid of it."

"Can you kill a Jindan cultivator?"

"It can hurt." Zhong Shiji said.

"No."

Chen Lang scanned the area and was very disappointed. "I meant to kill the Jindan cultivator, not injure him. Is there no one here who can do it?"

Zhong Shiji couldn't stand it any longer, and said in a deep voice: "Those in the Jindan stage have been tempered by the Dao method, so how can they be killed so easily? Why don't you check your own realm first?"

Is it reasonable for a mere cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building to keep saying that he wants to kill Jindan cultivators?

Do you know how difficult it is to cultivate the golden elixir in this world?
"If you don't have it, just owe it to me first. I'll tell you next time I need it." Chen Lang said. There are still treasures here, but they don't meet his needs.

"There is something that can kill Jindan cultivators. Do you want to take a look?"

Zhong Shiji didn't want him to go through this again, and he remembered something.

"Why don't you take it out earlier?" Chen Lang became excited. It would be great if he had good things earlier.

Zhong Shiji came to a shelf in the corner and took something from the top shelf.

It was a bronze bell, covered in dust.

The bell was not very big and could be barely held in the palm of the hand, but it was stuffed with a ball of cotton cloth underneath and wrapped several times with rope.

"This is the Cursed Bell, which can cast a curse."

Chen Lang took the bell and reached out to pull the rope open, but was stopped by Zhong Shiji.

"No," he said.

"How will I know if I don't try?" said Chen Lang.

Zhong Shiji shook his head, "Can you please listen to my explanation first?"

"Okay." Chen Lang nodded.

Zhong Shiji organized his words and said:
“As long as the caster infuses this bell with true energy, it will ring when it is shaken. If it rings, all living beings within the surrounding area will be cursed and punished by the gods, killing them.

The punishment from heaven cannot be resisted or avoided. The only way is to leave the cursed area immediately, and the curse will be lifted."

After finally introducing one successfully, he felt extremely happy.

"Can you kill a Jindan cultivator?"

"Yes." Zhong Shiji said, "It doesn't matter what realm you are in, even if you are a Nascent Soul cultivator, unless you leave the cursed area as soon as possible."

"Really?" Chen Lang didn't believe it. Killing Yuanying? Even if you are awesome, you can't brag like that.

"Really?" Zhong Shiji said, "After all, its previous owner was a Yuanying cultivator."

At this time, the system prompts that it is delayed.

[Cursed Bell]

[The legendary magical weapon that injures itself by 1,000 times, but injures the enemy by 800 times.]

The ellipsis is built into the system. Zhong Shiji also explained, "But there is a big problem with this thing. The person who rings the bell will also be cursed, and wherever he goes, the curse will follow him until he is killed.

When it was brought back, it was used to kill several people in succession. Later, no one dared to use it, so it was sealed here.

This is the only thing I have here that can help you reverse the golden elixir. Are you sure you want it?"

"Yes, of course, this is it."

Chen Lang took a look and thought, if it is true, it is a good thing.

"You don't have to answer so soon."

Zhong Shiji shook his head. "This bell can only be rung once in a lifetime, because as long as your opponent successfully escapes from the curse range, he can save his life, but the one who rings the bell cannot, because the curse will follow him until his death."

"It's okay, can you find someone to try it?" Chen Lang said.

He didn't try it himself, after all, life is still precious.

"it is good."

Zhong Shiji saw that Chen Lang had already left, so he stopped trying to stop him and shouted to the servant:

"Go to the jail and take out a few serious criminals."

……

Soon, the people were arranged.

Several ragged serious criminals were brought up and locked to a dragon head sculpture with black gold chains.

"All the people within three miles have been cleared out."

After a while, the servant came back, untied the shackles on their hands, untied their skills, and stood aside to supervise.

"You, untie the bell." Zhong Shiji stood in the distance with his hands behind his back and said to a prisoner.

The prisoner holding the bell untied the rope wrapped around the bronze bell in a daze, and took out the cotton cloth stuffed inside, revealing a delicate golden ball.

"Pour your true energy into it and shake it." Zhong Shiji said, then stepped back and signaled Chen Lang to step back.

The prisoner did as ordered and a crisp bell rang out.

"Ding dong dong~"

The sound was like wind chimes, ringing in everyone's ears. Even though they were far away, they heard the same sound.

"That's all," said the prisoner.

"It's okay." Chen Lang said.

Zhong Shiji just stared at him without saying anything.

Suddenly, the prisoner screamed and covered his face with his hands.

I saw wrinkles on his face and his skin cracking. In an instant, countless cracks appeared. No blood flowed out, only some gray dust was blown out from inside.

His eyeballs turned gray and his hair turned into ashes. He noticed something was wrong and began to scream, but his voice soon became hoarse.

This strange aura quickly spread around.

Dust sprinkled on their bodies, and the skin of several prisoners next to them began to crack. Dust overflowed, and seeing that the person ringing the bell was half buried in the ground and turned into ashes, they were extremely panicked and ran in all directions.

But they were tied with chains and could not run far. The dragon head attached to them glowed and dragged them back.

"what!"

A prisoner roared, bursting out with an aura that was enough to reach the perfect foundation, and even had some momentum that only a Jindan cultivator had. He broke the chains and fled, dragging a thigh that was cracking and covered with dust.

"Go back." The servant stopped him.

"Sir, please let me go! I am willing to be your slave, any request is fine!" The prisoner begged on the ground. He tried to mobilize his true energy to resist the erosion of the invisible force on his thigh, but it was ineffective. His breath was getting weaker and weaker.

The servants picked him up and threw him back far away, leaving him covered with strange dust and cracks all over.

The prisoner tried to crawl out again, leaving a pool of blood on the ground, but the blood quickly turned gray.

After climbing out a hundred feet, the servant threw him back again, and this time he couldn't get out again.

Chen Lang watched and took a few steps forward.

"Don't go over there. You've been cursed and there's no cure." Zhong Shiji reminded.

"I know."

Chen Lang naturally knew that he just wanted to touch it simply, so he stretched out his right hand, constructed the Sansheng Disk formation, and walked towards the center of the curse.

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(End of this chapter)