Like a clock, it contains sound power.

There are Buddhist clocks in the monasteries in the fix-true realm.
The clock rings and the Sanskrit echoes. The roots of demons and ghosts dare not approach!
And the furnace casting has burning power!
Zhongding is a symbol of dignity and strength.
Ding Guo’s heavy weapons and heavy weapons can stabilize the world!
Position respects strength!
Most of the’ ding’ in the fix true world are three-legged round ding.
Three legs, two ears and one tripod vaguely conform to the mystery of Tianjing Avenue.
The tripod in front of me is a four-legged Fang Ding.
Four-legged Fang Ding is not as round as a three-legged tripod, so close to the avenue. On the contrary, it stands in corners and corners, which is out of place.
But it is this angular division that makes the tripod look particularly domineering and magnificent!
God, if I don’t, I’ll break the day!
I’ll crush the land if it’s not me!
Heaven and earth are my own!
Four-legged Fang Ding is very similar to Su Mo.
This bronze Fang Ding is more than one meter high. Su Mo’s eyes are full of ancient flavor. At first glance, it is not a mundane thing.
It’s a pity that this bronze Fang Ding doesn’t know what it has experienced. The tripod body is full of cracks and the dim light has been destroyed.
"What a pity"
Xuanyi shook his head and sighed lightly, "I’m afraid this bronze tripod was also a great weapon in those days, but now it’s ruined into this kind, even the innate spirit is gone."
There are also several pieces in Su Mo’s bag that destroy the innate spirit.
For example, although Xuan Jinsi’s armor was destroyed, the spirit tattoo was scattered, but the armor was ill and left a broken innate spirit tattoo.
And in the sight of this bronze square body, there is almost no possibility of repairing the broken root.
Even if you bump into this bronze Fang Ding casually, it will be scattered into a pile of scrap metal.
Su Mo smiled at himself and thought, "I thought about it for ten thousand years. Even if there is a treasure, I am afraid it has long been picked up by others. How can it be left to me?"
Su Mo was about to turn away but frowned and stared at the bronze Fang Ding’s eyes flashing thoughtfully.
After a little Su Mo gradually narrowed his eyes and suddenly generate gave two divine breaths to exhale and carry blood, and punched bronze Fang Ding!
When!
Boxing-tripod collision
Instead of colliding, the flesh and blood rumbling, there was a burst of Jin Ge’s cross-attack, which echoed endlessly!
The bronze Fang Ding did not budge.