Zou Han's body slowly dissipated into the air, leaving behind only a few magical artifacts. The poisonous fan and mist were frozen into ice shards by the yin fire bead and also dissipated with the wind. Zuo Mo didn't feel any regret; he had never liked that poisonous fan anyway. On the other hand, the remaining magical artifacts all had excellent quality and luster.

  Unfortunately, it's not the time to appreciate them one by one, Zuo Mo swept all of them into his ring in a hurry.

  Zuo Mo couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion, not because of the power of the Yin Fire Bead, but because he felt that it was no wonder that the sect's elders liked to say: "We are sword cultivators, whatever we want, we just need to take it with our swords!"

  Battle is indeed one of the fastest ways to accumulate wealth!

  He just killed two cultivators in the Condensing Period and got a few pieces of Crystal Stones, which made him feel like his wallet was bulging.

  With a powerful and fierce yin fire bead as his foundation, and with the stimulation of enormous benefits, Zuo Mo's eyes turned red in an instant.

  He gazed at the other cultivators with eyes like he was looking at a flock of plump lambs!

  So many crystals!

  Just at this moment, a sudden Sanskrit sound rang out, and the large array suddenly lit up with a golden light that pierced through the clouds!

  Zuo Mo's eyes revealed a look of wild joy, the Vajra Voice was successfully refined!

  The fiery red Sanskrit ring has completely transformed into a golden yellow, without the slightest hint of copper, just like a golden ring. The ring's body seems to have an electric current flowing through it, could it be that the lightning from the light ball was also absorbed by the Sanskrit ring? Amidst the shock and surprise, I couldn't help but feel even more delighted.

  Whenever electric sparks pass through the ring, the bell will emit a faint hum, either low or high, but all are majestic and solemn!

  At this time, the sky ring moon sound array suddenly changed greatly. A bright and resplendent sun hung high in the sky. Warm golden light poured down, dyeing all the hanging fine threads into a golden color, like a string of golden silk. The halo on the golden thread also transformed from a cool moonlight to a golden orange hue.

  The previous coolness has been swept away, now the grand array is illuminated by sunlight, and all evil spirits are dispelled!

  The remaining Wu Feng Zei in the big formation had a completely different feeling, previously it was like being in a desolate wilderness, with dark colors and eerie atmosphere. But now it was like having scorching sun on their heads, suddenly running from the cold wilderness to the scorching desert, wave after wave of Buddhist sounds, those with slightly weaker willpower would easily lose their fighting spirit.

  The Wu Feng Zei in the formation are all long-term bloodthirsty villains, their will is naturally not so fragile, but they still feel wave after wave of intense pressure!

  The previous Tian Huan Yue Ming array made people guard against possible attacks at all times, but the current large array makes people need to rotate their spiritual power at all times, competing with those waves of Buddhist sounds. The current large array is even more aggressive!

  No wonder Zuo Mo was so overjoyed, it's like someone sent him a pillow just as he woke up from his nap!

  With the addition of the yin fire bead and the newly formed grand array, the chances of defeating these evil thieves have greatly increased.

  Zuo Mo quickly changed his mind, just now he was trying to kill as many as possible, but now he didn't let a single one go. Each and every one of them was worth a lot of crystal stones!

  These blood-stained scoundrels, let me transcend them! thought Zuo Mo with a stern sense of justice.

  At this time, Zuo Mo was like a seasoned hunter, not in a hurry to rush over and collect the hunting net he had laid down. His consciousness was connected to the small tower, carefully feeling every change in the new formation. The changes in the Sanskrit sound were too great, and he also needed to adapt again.

  The black wind thieves inside the formation began to panic, their leader's voice was completely gone, and his life or death was unknown. After being trapped in the formation, they were like a group of flies, confused and disoriented.

  The pressure from the new formation is increasing, and the all-pervading Sanskrit sounds require them to mobilize their spiritual power to counter it, resulting in a sharp increase in spiritual power consumption. They are not ignorant newcomers; what they fear most is the current situation where they need to constantly consume spiritual power.

  On the battlefield, spiritual power is the greatest reliance of a cultivator. Experienced cultivators will carefully control their own spiritual power consumption.

  The little pagoda indeed lived up to its reputation as the ultimate treasure, with a profound understanding of the subtleties of the Sanskrit sound circle's new transformation, which flashed through Zuo Mo's mind like flowing water. Zuo Mo unconsciously praised it, and unexpectedly, a surge of joyful pride was transmitted from the little pagoda.

  Zuo Mo was taken aback at first, and then he froze.

  Could it be that Xiao Ta really has her own emotions and thoughts?

  The process of the little tower's formation was truly mysterious, and even now, Zuo Mo still felt that there were too many inexplicable aspects to it. But in his eyes, the little tower was just a treasure, one that originated from his divine sense and was connected to his heart. Normally, the little tower would often reveal a humanized side, but Zuo Mo only thought it had a lot of spirit, never imagining that the little tower actually had its own consciousness.

  The original consciousness of Fabao is called Ling Shi.

  Just now, the consciousness coming from the small tower made Zuo Mo suddenly realize that the small tower possessed spiritual intelligence!

  Heavens! How is this possible?

  Able to possess spiritual awareness, the treasure is none other than the most top-notch treasure. His destined treasure had already made him feel like he had struck it big, tumbling into a pile of crystal stones.

  A sentient and destined treasure!

  Oh!

  The sudden happiness made Zuo Mo excited, his whole body trembling with excitement, his eyes shining brightly as he stared at Xiao Ta. He seemed to want to swallow Xiao Ta whole! Xiao Ta immediately shrank back in fear, his five-story-tall body quivering.

  "Come on, come on, good boy, let old dad take a good look!" Zuo Mo drooled with saliva, beckoning to Xiao Ta, his appearance was indescribably lewd.

  Xiao Ta can indeed be considered half his son, its spiritual consciousness originated from his divine consciousness.

  Xiao Ta's body curled up into a ball, shivering with fear.

  After carefully examining it for half a day, he still couldn't figure out what was going on. Helpless, he had no choice but to let the little pagoda go.

  He pondered, when to recall how he last refined the small tower. Thinking of himself surrounded by a halo, with a long tail behind him that was full of his life's spiritual treasure, what a cool guy he was!

  Special agents of the lawless gang, whoever dares to resist, all the life-saving magic treasures will be smashed down in a lump!

  Fantasizing about his majestic appearance sweeping across the land, something suddenly bumped against his waist. He lowered his head to take a look and found it was Xiao Ta. Lu Mo came back to his senses, reached out to wipe away the drool at the corner of his mouth.

  Xiao Ta reminded him that those fleeing bandits wanted to escape.

  Want to escape?

  Zuo Mo let out a string of cold, mirthless laughs. Just moments before, he had still been wary, but now the remaining group of fleeing bandits were nothing more than fish on a chopping board to him, waiting for his slaughter.

  The Mantra Ring had previously risen to the fourth rank, and this time its refinement rank did not change, but its power was beyond compare. It possessed three attributes: fire, sound, and thunder, with the fire being the Golden Crow Fire that ranked among the top ten in the fourth-rank flames, and the thunder being the Yang Xiao Lei Thunder. The only regrettable thing was probably the Mantra Array of the Ring's Sound Engraving, which had a rank of only three. Otherwise, this Mantra Ring would absolutely be a rare top-ranked fourth-rank treasure!

  However, even so, the current Mantra Ring can still be considered a top-grade four-star treasure.

  After the law treasure reaches the fourth grade, due to the great increase in law nature, a more detailed division is needed. The four-grade law treasure, with the top grade being the best, is the most extreme and excellent four-grade law treasure. Next down are the upper grade, middle grade, and lower grade. However, like Xiao Ta's innate law treasure and spiritual intelligence law treasure, they are all above the top grade.

  Four-tiered Brahmanic sound ring, plus the innate spiritual treasure pagoda, can instantly kill the Yin fire bead of the Condensed Pulse period cultivator, and also has the three-piece talisman sword that Mo has never used...

  Zuo Mo's confidence surged, and he suddenly realized that he actually had so many killer moves in his hands!

  At such a good opportunity, how could Zuo let these bandits escape?

  The small tower soared into the sky, re-controlling the large array. The light and shadow of the large array changed, and the Sanskrit sounds revolved around his body, causing a slight tremor. A wave of Sanskrit sounds spread out in all directions like a tidal wave.

  Inside the formation, Wu Feng Ze suddenly felt the surrounding scene change. The pressure that was previously vague and faint had suddenly intensified. The endless chanting seemed to be ringing in their ears, and the intense numbness made them involuntarily want to stop in their tracks. It was as if a voice was desperately whispering in their minds: "Sleep, just sleep for a while..."

  My eyelids feel strangely heavy, the vigilance and alertness in my heart are slowly worn away, my heart gradually calms down, and drowsiness becomes more intense.

  The Wicked Ones knew better and were terrified in their hearts, so they could only speed up the circulation of their spiritual power to resist the all-pervasive Sanskrit sounds.

  They finally realized that the longer they delayed, the more unfavorable it was for them.

  They almost simultaneously launched their killing moves!

  Innumerable sword auras and treasure light shot up into the sky, all of them shooting towards that dazzling sun in the sky!

  This group of bandits' last-ditch counterattack scared Zuo Mo, and the complacency in his heart instantly vanished. Xiao Hei was so frightened that it jumped up and down, if they had been the target of this move, he feared that not even a speck of ash would have remained.

  Bang!

  The sound of Brahma shook violently!

  A golden light burst forth, a sound like thunder, the majestic and solemn Sanskrit voice changed into one of fury, as if the Buddha was angrily rebuking. The dark wind bandits only felt their bodies shake, their internal spiritual energy losing control. Everyone's faces changed color, but when they looked up, their faces turned pale. They saw countless fist-sized thunderbolts rolling down like beads along the hanging threads.

  The grand array operates at full power, with a majestic and awe-inspiring aura that permeates and disperses, carrying an overwhelming momentum that crushes everything in its path, leaving none able to resist.

  Left Mo looked at it with wide eyes and a stunned expression, greatly astonished. The counterattack of the Buddhist sound ring was absolutely not inferior to the "Moon Crying Sound" at the Sword Trial Conference!

  The Brahman's sound is like thunder, the Prana's movement is like rain!

  The Wufeng Zei were all frightened to the point of losing their souls, these fist-sized Leng Lei, although they couldn't compare to the power of Zuo Mo's Leng Lei at his peak, but this was a genuine Yang Xiao Leng Lei! The overbearing sound of the Buddhist chant had yet to dissipate, and their spiritual powers were still out of control, just as the Leng Lei arrived!

  Cries of agony and angry shouts filled the air.

  Heavy casualties! Under one blow, the remaining Wufeng thieves who could still stand were less than thirty. Many Wufeng thieves lay in the pool of blood, wailing and groaning, while those who were still standing had a look of despair on their faces, with terrified eyes.

  Overbearing and unparalleled!

  Zuo was shocked and heartbroken, but he couldn't help feeling a pang of sadness. The golden light and lightning surrounding the Mantra Ring were much dimmer than before. He hastily raised his hand to retrieve the Mantra Ring, fearing that if it happened again, the ring would be ruined. Even if it didn't break, its quality would definitely drop.

  It's not easy to get a four-star superior law treasure, how can I bear to let it be scrapped?

  Moreover, these remaining bandits who have lost all their will to fight do not need the sound of the bell at all.

  He and Xiaotiao can handle it!

  The harvest is about to begin, his gaze turned back to the formation with an unprecedented fervor, clenching his fists and rubbing his palms. The small tower that shared a mental connection with him was also eager to try, excitement overflowing.

  Just then, the Pú Yāo suddenly poked out.

  "Wait."