Chapter 1,174: Imitation of the Sleeping God’s Bell
Because the griffin has the body of a lion and the wings of an eagle, it can fight on land and is better at air combat. It dominates land and air and is very ferocious.
There is no doubt that the golden griffon under Ren Ting's crotch is definitely a heaven-level king beast. No matter in terms of realm or habits, the ice-walking insect king cannot be the golden griffin.
opponent.
The fact that the gryphon has the ability to fly alone is enough to make it invincible in a fight with the ice-walking insects, not to mention the addition of Ren Ting, who is also a high-level heaven-level man and has a fake in his hand.
Divine weapon.
Even if you think about it, the ice-walking insect king is destined to be completely tortured!
The truth was just as Zheng Feng thought. Faced with Ren Ting's fair and just attack, the ice-walking insect actually shrank inside the iceberg and did not dare to come out.
In this regard, Zheng Feng felt very strange. Although the golden griffon stopped in mid-air, it flew not very high, only about ten meters. He had seen the jumping ability of ice-walking insects and could easily jump to the ground.
It's twenty to thirty meters high, so the distance of more than ten meters is not difficult for them, but why don't they dare to attack?
Startled by the breath of Ren Ting and the Golden Griffin?
Impossible! He and Ya are both quasi-saints, and they can't stop ordinary ice-walking insects, let alone Ren Ting, who is only at the upper heaven level. Soul beasts with low intelligence also have certain unique advantages, that is, they are fearless if they are ignorant.
Although their nature allows them to avoid danger and seek good luck, once someone infringes on their territory, their instinct will eventually prevail and kill or expel the intruder. Otherwise, they will never give up. This was how he was killed last time.
Driven out.
Tai Wei whispered: "Look underground..."
Zheng Feng had only paid attention to Ren Ting and the iceworms in the iceberg before. He had not had time to pay attention to other things. When Taili said this, his eyes quickly moved down and he suddenly discovered that the ice sheet was covered with countless black holes, large and small.
The body fluids of ice crawlers are difficult to disappear without being baked by intense fire, so these body fluids still remain around the cave.
"It's not that the ice crawler has never tried to attack, but it was repelled by that guy. It seems that it is afraid of being killed, so it is hiding in the lair now." Taili analyzed that although the body of the ice crawler was not seen on the ice sheet
, but there are still residual body fluids in the caves, which is enough to prove that a fierce battle must have occurred here not long ago.
"Boom boom boom——!"
The hard and thick iron ice could not withstand the golden bell in the end. It shook violently and was about to collapse.
There was a slight evil smile on Ren Ting's lips, and he looked at the ice bugs with a playful look, but did not stop his hand. He suddenly waved his right hand down, controlling the golden bell to deliver the final blow to the iceberg!
Under Ren Ting's control, the golden bell rapidly grew in size, becoming tens of meters in size in an instant, and fell suddenly, hitting the iceberg hard.
With a loud "clang", the iron ice barrier finally couldn't withstand this powerful blow and broke a small corner. The cracks spread rapidly from the corner and were covered with icebergs. One of the mountain walls collapsed completely, exposing more than ten pieces of ice.
The hole in the rice.
The ice crawlers also seemed to be panicking. They did not expect that the barrier they had been relying on for survival would be broken open by brute force in less than half an hour.
Ren Ting raised his hand, and the golden bell quickly shrank and returned to Ren Ting's hand.
Zheng Feng stared at the big golden clock, his eyes filled with heaviness. Without thinking too much, this big golden clock must be a magical weapon based on the prototype of the Sleeping God Bell.
Ren Ting's fight against these ice-walking insects was a one-sided massacre. He could not see the defensive capabilities of this big bell, but judging from the fact that the big bell could change freely and was extremely heavy, it seemed that he had indeed inherited the Trapped God Bell.
various characteristics.
There is no need to verify it with your own eyes, but its defensive power must also be quite outstanding. After all, the genuine Sleeping God Bell is a protective magical weapon, and its most powerful feature lies in its defense!
"Tail, there is no limit on the number of times the counterfeit weapon can be used. Why does Ren Ting seem to not care about this at all?"
No matter how powerful the golden bell in Ren Ting's hands is, a counterfeit weapon with a number of uses should be the trump card that can turn things around, and should not be used without restraint.
Ren Ting's own strength, relying on the golden griffon, is enough to win even without the help of the 'Pseudo-Trapped Divine Bell', why waste precious usage times on these insects?
Moreover, not only now, before this, he learned from Zhu Bing that even when he was collecting the token, Ren Ting was already using the 'Pseudo·Trapped God Bell' to kill the ice-walking insects. If it were him, he would definitely
It is impossible to do this!
Tai Wei frowned and said: "That is not a fake weapon, but a real holy treasure. It seems that the Ren family really hates your Tianhun Academy, and they are even willing to hand over the holy treasure to a mere heaven-level junior for use. Nine achievements
It’s used against you!”
The situation is not optimistic. The counterfeit weapon only uses a small amount of materials and undergoes complex refining to allow the counterfeit weapon to have a certain number of uses. Once the number of times is reached, it will immediately collapse on its own.
Ren Ting's uncontrolled waving of the big clock just proves that he is not worried about the collapse of the fake weapon at all. If there are no restrictions on its use, then this is no longer a fake weapon, but a real sample made of the trapped god clock.
Counterfeit goods.
Counterfeit products are not only more troublesome and risky to make, but also require thousands or even tens of thousands of times more materials than making counterfeit products!
It is not so easy to make a god-like weapon that can be used permanently. Once it fails, not only will all the previous efforts be wasted, but all the materials will be wasted. Such a heavy price, Taiwei believes, even for the Ren family.
, and it is by no means a child’s play.
A single failure in refining the imitation divine weapon would be enough to make the Ren family poor for three generations. The Ren family has a long history, but it cannot withstand this kind of torment, so they will never dare to refining the imitation artifact too much.
There are even fewer successful products among them.
However, once it is successful, it will become a real holy treasure. Even if it only has half of the abilities of the real thing, it will still be enough to be called a holy treasure. Countless saints will flock to it and fight for it!
The Ren family is a large ancient family, and there is no shortage of saints. This 'imitation sleeping bell' was never in the hands of a junior like Ren Ting, but now it has appeared in Ren Ting's hands. This is something that even Bu Dingzi may not have imagined.
The gloom in Zheng Feng's eyes became heavier and he said coldly: "Don't forget Ren Ting's identity. He is the direct grandson of Ren Hai, the current eldest elder of the Ren family. I am afraid that the 'imitation sleeping bell' was temporarily given to him by Ren Hai.
"
Tai Wei said helplessly: "Then what are you going to do now?"
Faced with this problem, Zheng Feng frowned deeply. He knew that Ren Ting had mastered the counterfeit weapon but came to check it out. He originally planned to find an opportunity to waste the counterfeit weapon once or twice even if he could not get rid of this formidable enemy.
Use the opportunity, but now it seems that the plan obviously does not work.
Just because what Ren Ting masters is not a fake weapon, but an imitation weapon, there is no limit on the number of times, so there is no need to waste it.
"Tail, if you do something evil, do you have any chance of winning?" A cold light flashed in Zheng Feng's eyes. In order to deal with him, the Ren family even used imitation divine weapons to kill him, so there was no need for him to be polite to the Ren family.
"It's very difficult..." Tail sighed: "Although it is just a counterfeit, it is a divine messenger. The real Sleeping God Bell cannot even break the divine messenger. Even if this counterfeit only has the same ability as the real thing, it has no
I’m afraid even the power of the divine messenger cannot break it.”
The imitation god-level weapon can be said to be the top holy level. It is impossible for a holy level treasure to be broken easily. If it can be broken, the top holy level will become a joke.
Ren Ting broke through the iceberg and rode in on a golden griffon. Zheng Feng followed secretly while hiding his aura. Although Taili said that the chance of him succeeding was basically zero, when he was asked to do nothing and turn around and run away in despair, he couldn't do it.
What is beneficial to him now is that Ren Ting has not noticed him yet. After all, he is a quasi-sage, and Ren Ting is just a high-level beast master. The difference between them seems to be only a small stage, but in fact it is a gap that is difficult to cross.
Don't forget that he actively rejected the law, otherwise, he would be a true saint now.
In terms of real strength, Ren Ting is not as good as Zhang Deshuai a few years ago. When Zheng Feng was still at the prefecture level, he dared to compete with Zhang Deshuai. If Ren Ting hadn't mastered the terrifyingly powerful 'Fake·Trapped God Bell', how would he have fought?
Do you need to be so timid and indecisive?
Ren Ting entered the iceberg alone and looked at the huge sea of insects below. He didn't care at all. The golden bell hung above his head, filled with holy power.
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