Yang Ming's face suddenly darkened, and he felt like he was being treated as a tool.
But soon he said with excitement: "Brother Xiu, guess how I found out that it is a spiritual weapon?"
Yang Ming is a big talker, there is no need for Fang Xiu to guess, he can't hold it in anymore.
“After I got this ancient bronze clock yesterday, I felt it looked like an antique, so I went to have it appraised.
Let me first say that I appraise it just to better understand its value, not to sell it. "
The paleness of Yang Ming's explanation is basically the same as making friends out of thin air.
"I was on my way to the appraisal, and guess what? Hey! I came across a strange area, and it was an A-level strange area.
That villain is not weak. The most important thing is that he is elusive. He never confronts me directly and will attack me secretly.
I held the corpse-suppressing beads in my mouth and held a stalemate with it for a long time, almost turning into a corpse. At this time, the ancient bronze bell suddenly rang!
And a burst of bronze light erupted.
The sound of the bell was incredible. It actually froze the A-level weirdo. It wasn't completely fixed. Anyway, the speed of the A-level weirdo became particularly slow, as if the time around it had been slowed down.
Then I took the opportunity to fix it.
The spirituality has also grown to the peak of the third level, and it is estimated that it will not be long before it breaks through the fourth level! "
Fang Xiu finally understood why Yang Ming was happy. It turned out that it was not only because of the magical power of the ancient bronze bell, but also because he had reached the peak of the third level.
Yang Ming's promotion speed is not too slow, it can even be said to be very fast.
Mainly because of the continuous battles during this period, from nightmares to mental hospitals, to the mysterious train, the headquarters battle, and the newly solved A-level weirdness, the battles were not infrequent.
Of course, the most important thing is because he is destined. Otherwise, why did Bai Qi, who was also fighting, not reach the peak of the third level?
Fang Xiu picked up the ancient bronze bell, and it had two completely different textures than before.
It turned out to be an ordinary bronze vessel, but now, one can clearly feel the powerful power belonging to the spiritual vessel.
So, what is the reason why it suddenly became a spiritual weapon?
He fell into deep thought, and there were only two variables that led to the ancient bronze bell becoming a spiritual weapon, one was destiny and the other was weird.
Destiny should play a supporting role, but the real reason may be weird.
After all, Yang Ming didn't see anything weird when he held the ancient bronze bell before. It was only after encountering something strange that the ancient bronze bell reacted.
For some reason, Fang Xiu had a vague feeling.
The process of turning this ancient bronze bell into a spiritual weapon always feels very similar to when an ordinary person becomes a spiritual master.
After ordinary people are exposed to strange things and survive strange events, they have a chance of being invaded by strange power into their souls, thus lighting up their spirituality.
The same goes for the ancient bronze bell. It was exposed to strange things, experienced strange events but was not damaged, and then became a spiritual weapon.
Spiritual weapon, spirituality...
He always feels that there seems to be some kind of connection between them. Once he sees through this connection, it is very possible to understand the shocking secret.
Thinking like this, he couldn't help but turn his attention to the ancient bronze bell.
Infuse it with spirit and give it a shake.
Boom—!
A deafening sound suddenly sounded, and invisible fluctuations began to spread.
Immediately afterwards, a magical scene appeared.
I saw that Yang Ming, who was originally speaking, suddenly became extremely slow, and even his blinking movements slowed down.
"Hugh...brother...don't...want...ah!"
In just one sentence, Yang Ming actually said it for three seconds.
Blink for two seconds.
It feels like watching a movie slowed down by 0.5 times.
Fang Xiu frowned slightly. Could it be that the power of this ancient bronze bell involves the level of time, and can it change the flow of time around the person affected by it?
Or does it simply affect the speed of the affected person?
He stopped instilling spirituality, and Yang Ming's movements instantly returned to normal speed.
"How is this possible!? Brother Xiu, why were you able to hold me still for so long? Did you use all your spiritual energy?"
Yang Ming's face was full of shock, as if he had discovered something incredible.
His shocked look immediately made Fang Xiu thoughtful.
“I only use a small part of my spirituality.”
"Impossible. I used up most of my spiritual energy when I pinned down that A-level weirdo for just a few seconds. Even if I'm not as good as that A-level weirdo, you just fixed me for at least five seconds. How can I say spirituality? Cut it in half?”
Yang Ming's words made Fang Xiu vaguely guess.
"How do you feel when you're frozen?"
"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. I am extremely slow, and everything else is very fast."
Sure enough, time is involved?
"Next, you order me to give it a try." Fang Xiu handed the ancient bronze clock to Yang Ming.
Yang Ming was secretly happy and seemed to want to take the opportunity to exact a small revenge.
So he injected spiritual energy 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 sound of the bell is like a pair of invisible hands, playing with time.
He raised his hand to see how much time had been slowed down.
However, the moment he raised his hand, Yang Ming's face suddenly turned pale.
Bang!
The ancient bronze bell fell directly to the ground.
He looked at Fang Xiu in horror, as if looking at a monster.
"Xiu... Brother Xiu, are you some kind of hidden peerless master, pretending to be at the third level, but you are actually at the fifth level, right?
Why does it cost me more spiritual energy to immobilize you than to immobilize an A-level weirdo?
It's okay when you don't move, but when you move, my spiritual energy bottoms out! "
Fang Xiu frowned slightly, is it more expensive to immobilize me than to immobilize an A-level weirdo?
Looking at Yang Ming's appearance of kidney deficiency, and thinking of the ease with which he used the ancient bronze bell before, he could basically conclude.
The power of the ancient bronze bell is to affect the flow of time within a certain range.
And the reason why I was only slightly affected is probably because of the retracement of death!
Death has reversed time countless times, allowing itself to swim upstream in the long river of time. During this process, due to frequent contact with time, it has inevitably become contaminated with the characteristics of time.
The ancient bronze clock is also a spiritual weapon of the time system, and it is very consistent with itself, so it can be used effortlessly.
After thinking about everything, Fang Xiu couldn't help but become more and more curious about the ancient bronze clock. It was a spiritual weapon that could affect time. I'm afraid it would be a treasure no matter in any era.
This kind of spiritual weapon is by no means comparable to the Double Dragon Ring and others.
In order to explore the secret of the ancient bronze bell, Fang Xiu did not ring it this time. Instead, he continued to instill spirituality and freed his mind to perceive the power of time contained in it.
With the continuous influx of spirituality, gradually, the bronze light emitted by the ancient bronze bell became brighter and brighter, almost lighting up the entire captain's office.
When Fang Xiu's spirituality was about to bottom out, he caught the tail of time, and there seemed to be some resonance between the two.
The ancient bronze bell is changing again.
The bronze light in the room began to slowly gather, solidifying into a substantial light that was imprinted on the clock body.
Gradually, a text written in official script slowly took shape.
This name is...Emperor!
