"Drink!" Jun Mo shouted again, the green tendons on his forehead suddenly jumped up, and his two hands were directly held on Lin Xiaotian's demon dragon arm, and then ripped off heavily.

"Click!" only the sound of bones breaking was heard, and the magic dragon's arm was torn off.

"No!"

As soon as the demon dragon arm left his body, Lin Xiaotian's body began to dry up rapidly, he kept screaming, but the voice became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared, and his body was completely turned into ashes and disappeared into the air.

A dazzling light flew out from where Lin Xiaotian had been, and then sank into Jun Mo's forehead.

It was Lin Xiaotian's eighth-level mark, and after Jun Mo obtained it, the mark on his forehead became more and more dazzling, and it seemed that it was not far from the final ninth-level mark.

"Hum!" At this time, the demon dragon arm in Jun Mo's hand suddenly shook wildly, and then flew out of his hand.

Since it was so sudden, Jun Mo didn't have time to stop it at all.

The dragon's arm was extremely fast, as if something was attracting him from there.

"Damn!" Jun Mo cursed secretly, once this demon dragon arm escaped, it would definitely harm many people again, but unfortunately he didn't have any way.

But at this time, a big mouth suddenly appeared in front of the demon dragon arm, and it swallowed the demon dragon arm directly, and it was a little wolf.

"Damn, you guy really dare to eat anything!" Jun Mo was taken aback, and immediately rushed to the little wolf's side, shouting, "Hurry up and spit it out!"

This magic dragon arm is so weird, who knows if there will be any uncontrollable changes after the little wolf eats it.

But the little wolf kept his mouth shut and refused to spit it out.

"You greedy stupid wolf, you will have to be killed by gluttony in the future!" Jun Mo said a little speechlessly.

At this time, the little wolf finally opened its mouth, but it was a shocking hiccups.

"Hiccup!"

The sound was like a thunderclap on the ground, piercing through the sky, and everyone was stunned for a while.

"Damn, the Demon Dragon's Arm was actually eaten!" the black shadow in the distance cursed, and his face became extremely difficult to see.

And Jun Mo seemed to realize something, his eyes were fixed on the direction that the demon dragon arm wanted to fly out before, where there seemed to be an extremely faint aura, but when he investigated carefully, there was nothing.

"Jun Mo, you are very good, we will meet soon!"

There was a wild laugh in the distance, and then it disappeared in an instant, and there was nothing there.

"Who is it?"

Everyone looked at the direction from which the voice came with ugly faces, I am afraid that the man witnessed the whole process, but they did not notice it at all, if the person suddenly attacked, the consequences may be unimaginable.

"Because it should be the person who is manipulating behind the scenes, Lin Xiaotian's new arm should also be given by him. Jun Mo frowned, although it was only a glimpse, but he still sensed the terrifying fluctuation of opportunity from that person.

"Hey, it's almost time, it's time to put an end to this, just let me give this first gift to the East Xuan Domain!" In the endless sky, a black shadow stood in the void, and his handsome face hidden under the cloak had a cruel smile.

A breeze blew, raising his cloak slightly, revealing a rich glow on his forehead, which was a ninth-level mark.

Beside the black-robed man, there was also a young white-clothed cultivator, and it seemed that his strength was only in the early stage of the Condensation Realm. At this time, his body trembled like chaff, and he was obviously very afraid of the former.

"Tell me, do you all want the ninth-level mark?" said the black-robed man lightly, but his voice was extremely kind, as if he was chatting with a friend.

"Yes...... Be...... Yes...... No!" The white-clothed cultivator was hesitant, not knowing how to answer at all.

"In the end, if you say the wrong thing, I'll kill you!" The black-robed man's voice suddenly became stern, causing the white-robed cultivator to tremble and almost fall from the air.

"Yes!" the white-clothed cultivator gritted his teeth and said.

"Very good, then he's yours!" The black-robed man's heart moved, and the mark on his forehead flew out, slowly flying towards the white-robed cultivator.

"Really...... Really!" said the white-clothed cultivator in disbelief.

"Of course, since you like it, it's going to be given to you!"

"Hum!" The mark of the white-clothed cultivator was originally only level five, but after absorbing the mark of level nine, it shook rapidly, and then in an instant, the golden light remained.

"Do you want me to do something?" The white-clothed cultivator couldn't believe that he had actually obtained the ninth-level mark that everyone wanted, but he also knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch in the world.

"You can go!"

"Let's go?" The white-clothed cultivator was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand.

"Don't you want to go?"

"Let's go, I'll go right away!" A look of joy suddenly appeared on the white-clothed cultivator's face, and then he chose a random direction and shot out.

"Hmph, this person from the Eastern Xuan Domain prides himself on being the first, and he actually engages in such a trial. I'm afraid that their heritage has long been submerged by history, and they all hide their good things privately, for fear that they have taught their apprentices to die and their masters, and there is nothing to be afraid of in such a place. The black-robed man looked at the back of the white-clothed cultivator lightly, his face full of mockery.

At the same time, all the people in the Spirit Metaverse received a message.

"Someone has reached the ninth level of the seal!"

All the cultivators were shocked, and at the same time raised their heads to look in the same direction, they could clearly feel that the ninth-level mark was there.

Jun Mo and the others were resting in a valley, and they were also extremely shocked after receiving the news.

"Who could it be?" Jun Mo frowned.

"Just go and see!" Candle Shadow, who was still asleep, actually woke up by himself.

"Yes, go see, go see!" Duo'er jumped on her feet excitedly, looking like she was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

"We will go, others will definitely go, the scene will definitely be extremely chaotic at that time, let's go over and intervene, is it really okay?" Yun Yun was a little hesitant, she always liked to think about it comprehensively, but she would not be hot-headed.

"What's the matter, there are so many people, and no one will notice us, everyone is rushing towards the ninth-level mark. Everyone expressed their direct opinions, but most of them were inclined to go, after all, the appearance of the ninth-level mark meant that the trial was about to end, and they wanted to take advantage of this last opportunity to have a good look.

"Those who can obtain the ninth-level mark must not die ordinary people, and I am afraid that there is not much chance of going!" Jun Mo also said a little worriedly.

"What do you want to do so much, even if you can't get the ninth-level mark, you can still join in the fun, if you don't go, the five major sects still think we are cowardly. Didn't they just want to have a big melee at the end!" Yan Lingwei said unconcernedly.

"Okay, then let's go and see!" Jun Mo and Yun Yun seemed to smile bitterly, but it was not easy to peel off everyone's face.

"Yay!"

Many people immediately jumped up excitedly, and then they dared to go in the direction of the ninth-level mark.

At the same time, a large number of cultivators with the same thoughts as Jun Mo and the others flocked to it, and their target was the ninth-level imprint that was constantly moving.

Of course, there were also some extremely unwilling people among them, and their purpose was to snatch the ninth-level seal.

Among these people, there are some extremely powerful cultivators. However, because the Spirit Yuan Realm is too big, many of them have never met.

But this time, they should all be able to meet, and there may be an extremely hot scene at that time.

"Damn, you must not be chased, this is a ninth-level mark!" In the Spirit Yuan Realm, a white-clothed cultivator was frantically fleeing, his forehead was impressively a ninth-level mark, and behind him there were countless violent wind-breaking sounds, obviously someone was frantically chasing him.

The white-clothed cultivator glanced behind him slightly, and a few black dots could already be faintly seen there. He gritted his teeth and continued to run forward.

Direction didn't mean much to him, and others could notice it wherever he went, but he didn't know why he chose this route, as if something was guiding him.