When the bronze bell arrived, Song Yan was not polite either. He imported it directly into the real yuan and forced it to erase its mark.

"Whoop!"

The magic weapon marks the moment of fragmentation, Ji Liao, middle-aged black robe, sprays a mouthful of blood from her mouth, and her color becomes decadent instantly.

"You... How dare you erase the mark of my magic weapon! " Ji Liao pointed at Song Yan with trembling fingers. Her eyes were filled with resentment.

Song Yan still ignored him, but used the real yuan to explore the attributes of magic weapon.

The soul-fixing bell is a magic weapon that can fix people and...