"That is..."
"A soul Dou Technique..." Xiao Yan's shocked voice slowly echoed at the bottom of the Blood River Pool.
Through Xiao Yan's voice, reflected in front of both Xiao Yan and the Soul Devouring Talisman, was precisely something resting on a riverbed about five meters in size above the bottom of the Blood River Pool.
The riverbed lay quietly at the bottom, seemingly isolated by some mysterious force, and upon it, two extremely dazzling objects slowly stood upright.
On the left of the riverbed was a silver scroll wrapped in cyan light. Above the scroll, a force that even made Xiao Yan's Soul Power feel fear slowly entrenched itself, while on the right was a bell about the size of a palm, and the bell was permeated all over with a bloody scent different from ordinary people!
"A soul Dou Technique?"
"The Blood River Bell?" Two extremely shocked voices suddenly echoed at the bottom of the Blood River Pool.
"The Blood River Bell?" The reason Xiao Yan knew that cyan scroll might be a soul Dou Technique was because of his massive Soul Power, but now, hearing such a shocked voice emanate from within the Soul Devouring Talisman, he couldn't help speaking up.
"The Blood River Bell? Why does this thing sound a bit familiar?" Xiao Yan silently muttered it a few times, then gently spoke.
"Hahaha."
"I never expected there would be such a precious thing here!"
"Little ghost, it seems our trip this time was not in vain!" A refreshing, mysterious force emanated from within the Soul Devouring Talisman, laughing at Xiao Yan.
"Senior, what are you doing?" Xiao Yan couldn't help asking.
"The Blood River Bell, this is the lowest of the Twelve Evil Soldiers of the Ghost Realm." The Soul Devouring Talisman did not hide