Weird and hard to kill?Sorry, I'm the real immortal

Yang Ming's face turned dark immediately, and he felt like he was being treated as a tool man.

But soon he said happily again: "Brother Xiu, guess how I found out that it is a spiritual weapon?"

Yang Ming has a big mouth, there is no need for Fang Xiu to guess, he can't hold back.

"After I got this ancient bronze clock yesterday, I thought it looked like an antique, so I went to have it appraised.

Let me tell you first, I just appraised it to better understand its value, not to sell it. "

The paleness of Yang Ming's explanation is almost the same as that of making friends out of nothing.

"I'm on the way to appraise, guess what? Hey! I came across a paradox, and it's still an A-level paradox.

That ghost is not weak, the most important thing is that he is elusive, and he never confronts me directly, he will sneak attack.

I had been deadlocked with it for a long time with the corpse-suppressing pearl in my mouth, and it was about to turn into a corpse, when the ancient bronze bell suddenly rang!

And a burst of bronze-colored light burst out.

The ringing of the bell was incredible, and it actually directly stopped the A-level monster, and it wasn't completely fixed. Anyway, the speed of the A-level monster became particularly slow, as if the time around it had been slowed down.

Then I took the opportunity to solve it.

Spirituality has also grown to the peak of the third level, and it is estimated that it will break through the fourth level in a short time! "

Fang Xiu finally understood why Yang Ming was happy. It turned out that it was not only because of the magic of the ancient bronze clock, but also because he had reached the peak of the third order.

Yang Ming's promotion speed is not too slow, it can even be said to be very fast.

It is also mainly related to the successive battles during this period. From nightmares to mental hospitals, to weird trains, the battle of the headquarters, and the A-level weirdness that has just been solved, the battles are not infrequent.

Of course, the most important thing is that he is the Mandate of Heaven. Otherwise, why didn't Bai Qi, who was also fighting at the same level, reach the peak of Tier [-]?

Fang Xiu picked up the ancient bronze clock. At this time, it had two completely different textures from before.

It turned out to be an ordinary bronze vessel, but now, one can clearly feel the powerful power of the spirit vessel.

So, what caused it to suddenly become a spiritual weapon?

He fell into deep thought, and there were only two variables that caused the ancient bronze clock to become a spiritual weapon, one was destiny and the other was strangeness.

Destiny should play an auxiliary role, and the real reason may be weirdness.

After all, Yang Ming didn't show any magic while holding the ancient bronze clock before. Only after encountering the strangeness, the ancient bronze clock reacted.

For some reason, Fang Xiu had a faint feeling.

The process of turning this ancient bronze clock into a spirit weapon is very similar to when ordinary people become spirit masters.

Ordinary people, after being exposed to weirdness and surviving through weird events, have a chance to be invaded by weird forces, thus lighting up their spirituality.

The process of the ancient bronze clock is also the same. After being exposed to strange things, it was not damaged after experiencing strange events, and then it became a spiritual weapon.

Spiritual artifacts, spirituality....

He always felt that there seemed to be some kind of connection among them. Once he saw through this connection, it was very possible to understand the shocking secret.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help turning his eyes to the ancient bronze clock.

Infuse with spirituality, then give it a gentle shake.

Boom!

A deafening sound suddenly sounded, and invisible fluctuations began to spread.

Immediately afterwards, a miraculous scene appeared.

I saw that Yang Ming, who was speaking, suddenly became extremely slow, and even his blinking movements slowed down.

"Hugh... brother... no... want... ah!"

In just one sentence, Yang Ming actually spoke for three seconds.

Blink for two seconds.

It feels like slowing down by 0.5 times when watching a movie.

Fang Xiu frowned slightly. Could it be that the power of this ancient bronze clock involves the level of time and can change the flow of time around the affected person?

Or does it simply affect the speed of the subject?

He stopped instilling spirituality, and Yang Ming's movements instantly returned to normal speed.

"How is this possible!? Brother Xiu, why have you been able to immobilize me for so long? You used all your spirituality?"

Yang Ming was shocked, as if he had discovered something incredible.

His shocked appearance immediately made Fang Xiu thoughtful.

"I only use a small amount of spirituality."

"Impossible, I used up most of my spirituality in just a few seconds of holding on to that A-level monster. Even if I am not as good as that A-level monster, but you have just held me for at least five seconds. How can I say that spirituality is also necessary." Halve it?"

Yang Ming's words made Fang Xiu faintly guess.

"How did you feel when you were pinned?"

"I just feel that I am out of touch with the time around me, as if I have become a king... well, no, a snail, itself is extremely slow, and other things are very fast."

Does it really involve time?

"Next, decide me to try." Fang Xiu handed the ancient bronze clock to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming was secretly delighted, as if he wanted to take this opportunity to take some revenge.

So he injected spirituality and shook it violently.

Boom!

The grand bell rang again, and invisible fluctuations enveloped Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu suddenly felt a strange feeling, he could clearly feel that the flow of time around him was slowing down.

The bell sounded like a pair of invisible big hands, fiddled with the time.

He raised his hand, wanting to see how far time had been slowed down.

However, the moment he raised his hand, Yang Ming's face turned pale.

Boom!

The ancient bronze clock fell directly to the ground.

He looked at Fang Xiu in horror, as if he was looking at a monster.

"Hugh...Brother Hugh, are you some hidden peerless master, pretending to be a third-order, but actually a fifth-order, right?

Why do I consume more spirituality to fix you than to fix A-level weirdness?

It’s okay when you don’t move, but once you move, my spirituality will bottom out! "

Fang Xiu frowned slightly, immobilizing me is more expensive than immobilizing A-level weirdness?

Looking at Yang Ming's appearance of kidney deficiency, he can basically conclude that he used the ancient bronze clock with ease before thinking about it.

The power of the ancient bronze clock is to affect the flow of time within a certain range.

And the reason why I have been affected very little is probably because of the resetting of death!

The death rollback has reversed time countless times, allowing myself to go upstream in the long river of time. In this process, due to frequent contact with time, I have inevitably been contaminated with the characteristics of time.

And the ancient bronze clock is a time-based spiritual tool, which fits very well with itself, so it can be used effortlessly.

Having figured everything out, Fang Xiu couldn't help but become more curious about the ancient bronze clock, a spiritual weapon that can affect time, which is probably a treasure no matter in any era.

Such a spiritual tool is by no means comparable to the likes of the Double Dragon Ring.

In order to explore the secrets of the ancient bronze clock, Fang Xiu did not ring it this time, but kept instilling spirituality and emptying his mind to perceive the power of time contained in it.

With the continuous influx of spirituality, gradually, the bronze light emanating from the ancient bronze clock became brighter and brighter, almost illuminating the entire captain's office.

When Fang Xiu's spirituality was about to bottom out, he grasped the tail of time, and there seemed to be some resonance between the two.

The ancient bronze clock changed again.

I saw that the bronze-colored rays of light in the room began to slowly converge, condensing into substantial rays of light, which were engraved on the body of the clock.

Gradually, a script written in official script slowly took shape.

The name is... Di!