Game Cultivation World: I'm really playing games

Chapter 390 Fantasy Bell

The spell struck the giant with a thud, and in an instant, its body shook violently, as if struck by a heavy hammer. The thick ice on its head, like a fragile shell, began to crack, spreading rapidly like a spider web.

Shi Potianjing seized the opportunity, his aura soaring. The spear in his hand, like a nimble dragon, twisted frantically at the giant's joints. His eyes gleamed with determination and resolve, and every thrust was filled with the resolve of a desperate struggle, determined to destroy the giant's internal structure and completely subdue it.

As time went by, the giant's strength gradually weakened like the tide. The ice axe that had been swinging with great vigor and force became incredibly slow, as if it had been stuck in a sticky quagmire.

Under the continuous and violent attacks of Shi Potianjing, Hua Dashao and Yunwu Piaoxue, more and more cracks appeared on the giant's body, and large chunks of ice kept falling, making dull sounds when hitting the ground.

Finally, the giant let out a deafening roar, a voice filled with resentment and despair. Then, its massive body collapsed to the ground like a towering mountain, sending up a cloud of icy mist and choking dust.

The entire passage shook violently due to the fall of the giant, and broken stones kept falling from the stone walls, as if they would collapse at any time and bury them here.

Shi Potianjing and the others stood wearily, their chests heaving violently as they gasped for breath. They gazed at the fallen giant before them, their hearts filled with joy at having survived. This joy was mingled with exhaustion, relief, and pride, a complex blend of emotions. With steps as heavy as lead, they slowly made their way towards the end of the passage.

The three of them remained silent throughout the journey, their minds replaying the thrilling battle. Each face was etched with exhaustion, a mixture of sweat and dust that made them appear disheveled, yet their eyes revealed a glimmer of relief and pride. It was the affirmation of their own strength and the pride in their tacit cooperation after defeating a formidable foe.

When they finally stepped out of the passage, the view before them suddenly opened up. Outside lay a sunlit valley, a stark contrast to the eerie and gloomy landscape within the ruins. The warm sunlight poured down upon them unreservedly, like a pair of gentle hands, gently dispelling the chill and fatigue from their bodies.

Shi Potianjing and the others could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. The joy of surviving the disaster surged in their hearts like a surging tide. They lay on the soft grass, feeling the warmth of the sun, their hearts filled with gratitude for life.

However, while resting, Shi Potianjing inadvertently discovered a mysterious rune had appeared on his arm. The rune's lines were flowing and strange, very similar to the runes flickering in the ruins.

Startled, he subconsciously reached out to wipe away the inexplicable rune. But no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge, as if it had become one with his skin. The rune seemed to have a life of its own, faintly shimmering with a strange light that seemed to hold endless secrets, as if telling an ancient, unknown story.

Hua Dashao and Yunwu Piaoxue also noticed this change. The three of them looked at each other, a hint of worry flashing in their eyes. They vaguely felt that the secrets of the ruins seemed far from over, and that this mysterious rune might drag them into an even greater crisis.

Shi Potianjing stood up, his eyes fixed firmly on the distance. His gaze revealed a sense of determination and resolve, as if he was ready to face any challenge. He knew that no matter what lay ahead, they must face it bravely.

Suddenly, the scene shifted, and everything just now disappeared. They were still in the huge secret room from before, and everything around them was eerily quiet, as if the fierce battle just now was just an illusory dream.

The ancient immortal artifact on the central stone platform shimmered, and the figure of a voluptuous woman slowly emerged. Her red lips parted, "Congratulations! You've passed the test of the Phantom Immortal Bell. However, to truly possess it, you must pass the final round of questions and answers."

Her voice was ethereal and charming, echoing in every corner of the secret room, as if it had an irresistible magic.

Shi Potianjing gripped his spear warily, his eyes flashing with caution as he asked, "What question?"

The woman's lips curled up slightly, and she smiled: "Hey, I have a question. A turtle walked through a pile of feces, but only left three footprints on it. Why is that?"

Young Master Hua stroked his chin, his eyes shrewd. After a moment's thought, he said, "This isn't a simple matter. One of the feet must have pinched its nose, disliking the feces because they thought it was too smelly, so it didn't step on it."

The woman nodded slightly, without comment, and turned her gaze to Yunwu Piaoxue. Yunwu Piaoxue stroked the unicorn's mane and said with a smile, "Perhaps this turtle is a skilled acrobat and performed the Golden Rooster Stand on one foot, so there are only three footprints."

Finally, Shi Potianjing's eyes were firm and he replied calmly, "Because one of its feet still had to hold the Huanxian Bell. The Huanxian Bell is so important, the turtle must have held it tightly at all times, so it only left three footprints."

After listening to this, the woman's eyes were filled with admiration. "Your answers are all very interesting. But Shi Potianjing, you were able to integrate the Huanxian Bell into it. Your emphasis and dedication to the Huanxian Bell exactly meet the Huanxian Bell's criteria for choosing a master."

She waved her hand lightly, and the Fantasy Fairy Bell slowly floated towards Shi Potianjing. The Fantasy Fairy Bell trembled slightly in the air, making a strange buzzing sound, as if it was examining Shi Potianjing in front of it.

Shi Potianjing stretched out his hand, and the moment he touched the Huanxian Bell, a powerful and ancient force surged in, enveloping him. He felt as if his consciousness was being swept into a vast sea of ​​stars, and countless fragments of ancient memories streaked past like meteors.

At the same time, the runes on the surface of the Fantasy Bell shone brightly, echoing the mysterious runes on Shi Potianjing's arm. The light they emitted intertwined together to form a mysterious magic circle.

Shi Potianjing could feel that the Huanxian Bell was establishing a connection with the depths of his soul and inquiring about his will. He conveyed his determination and belief without hesitation.

After a moment, the humming sound of the Fantasy Bell gradually became steady, and the light gradually converged, and it fell steadily into Shi Potianjing's hands.

Seeing this, the woman nodded slightly: "The Huanxian Bell has recognized you as its master. From now on, it will follow you through life and death."

She continued, "When you infuse spiritual power into the Illusion Fairy Bell, it can adapt to your thoughts, creating convincing illusions to confuse your enemies. In desperate situations, the Illusion Fairy Bell will sense your danger and unleash powerful illusions to disrupt your enemies and secure your chance of survival. In battle, it can amplify your spells and attacks, bringing your strength to a new level."

Shi Potianjing and the others exchanged glances, their eyes filled with surprise and anticipation. As soon as he took the Huanxian Bell and felt the powerful and mysterious force surge into his body, the chamber began to vibrate violently. The surrounding stone walls began to crack, and huge rocks continuously fell, raising clouds of dust.

"Oh no, the secret room is about to collapse!" Shi Potian shouted in shock.

He quickly mounted the black dragon and called out to Hua Dashao and Yunwu Piaoxue. Yunwu Piaoxue drove the unicorn and quickly approached Shi Potianjing, while Hua Dashao cast a spell to clear a path for the three of them.

They weaved through the swirling rocks, often brushing past them with huge boulders, creating a dangerous situation. Shi Potianjing, with his superb riding skills, steered the Black Flood Dragon nimbly to avoid danger. Hua Dashao flew, casting spells to block the falling rocks, with Yunwu Piaoxue following closely behind.

Just when a huge stone slab was about to hit them, Shi Potianjing slapped the black dragon fiercely. The black dragon let out an earth-shaking roar, leaped with all its might, and took everyone away from the fatal blow.

They ran as fast as they could towards the chamber's exit, the sound of the collapse behind them growing louder and louder. Finally, just as the chamber was about to collapse completely, they managed to break through. Looking back, the entire chamber was buried in dust, while the Fantasy Bells in their hands shone mysteriously in the sunlight.

Shi Potianjing left the mysterious ruins with Huanxianling, Hua Dashao and Yunwu Piaoxue.

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Elsewhere, Tie Ma Bing He Ru Meng Lai spent his days locked in his tent, rehearsing his plan over and over again on a sand table. He tried various tactics, drew countless diagrams, and constantly simulated scenarios of breaking through the Qiyun formation. His eyes were bloodshot, yet he remained completely focused, muttering to himself, "If I break through from this angle, combined with a feint attack, will there be a chance..."

On Liu Bei's side, special training continued in full swing. Under the guidance of Xiao Qi and Zhao Yun, the players' abilities had significantly improved. In a simulated battle, the players worked closely together, utilizing the stealth and perception techniques Xiao Qi had taught them. They successfully detected a surprise attack by an "enemy assassin." Zhao Yun's spearmen then swiftly attacked, driving the "enemy" back.

Xue Tianhan looked at this scene and nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that the special training has been effective and everyone has made great progress."

Days passed, but the enemy camp remained as silent as death, with no movement at all. Xue Tianhan's unease grew stronger, this calmness, like the quiet before a storm, was eerie.

"Xiao Qi, the enemy is so quiet, they must be planning a bigger conspiracy. We can't just sit there and wait for death, we must take the initiative to attack." Xue Tianhan stood in front of the tent, looking into the distance, and said solemnly.

Xiao Qi walked over to him, gently took his arm, and nodded in agreement: "I find it strange too. They must be planning something. We can send more spies deep into the enemy camp to gather intelligence."

So, Xue Tianhan and Xiao Qi carefully selected a group of agile and meticulous spies, had them disguise themselves, and infiltrate the Cao camp and the Eastern Wu players' spheres of influence. These spies were like shadows lurking in the darkness, carefully collecting every possible piece of useful information.