"Another High-grade Immortal Artifact? Just who is this man?!"
"Thirty-two Great Dao Golden Scripts! How could such an Immortal Artifact have ended up in the hands of a True Immortal?!"
The appearance of the Black Wheel instantly made all the cultivators' eyes widen, their faces filled with disbelief.
As for Luo Tong, only fear remained at this moment.
His spiritual sense moved, and he tried to recall the Black Gourd to protect himself. Otherwise, let alone completing the task his Ancestor had assigned him, whether he could leave this Secret Realm in one piece today was unknown!
However, at that moment, the Black Mist Bell suddenly collapsed into more than twenty chains. One end tightly wrapped around the Black Gourd, while the other shot deep into the desert.
Luo Tong immediately felt the Black Gourd being restrained by a powerful force. It could not break free within a short period of time.
"Not good!"
Luo Tong's heart tightened. As he secretly cursed his decision to strike first as a mistake, he shifted his gaze toward Luo Hong's right palm.
With a sweep of his right arm, a sheet of black light shot forth like lightning, accompanied by waves of strange buzzing.
The instant the buzzing entered his ears, Luo Tong felt as though his primordial spirit had fallen into muddy waves, constantly rising, sinking, and tumbling as countless thoughts surged through his mind, leaving him unbearably miserable.
Affected by this, of the three protective means Luo Tong had intended to use, he only managed to deploy one.
A streak of red light shot from his robes, and a wooden token that seemed to have been coated in red lacquer rapidly expanded before him. In an instant, it transformed into a massive wooden shield half a zhang thick!
Seeing this, Luo