After saying the last sentence, Ling Zongxian directly began to refine that drop of dragon spirit essence blood, and as the blood continued to thin, Ling Zongxian's dark and dry skin gradually became full of blood.

Golden dragon scales appeared, and a look of enjoyment appeared on Mo Chan's face, and his face gradually became obsessed.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding domain space was also slightly turbulent, the black flames around it suddenly rose, and the black fire dragons began to rise, and then began to quickly hit the Haoran righteousness around King Ming's body.

Every impact made the space around King Ming's body oscillate, this kind of touch on the spiritual level made King Ming feel pressure, if he didn't do something at this time, it might be really late.

Directly he raised his hand, a simple and unpretentious bamboo slip, and he didn't know when there was a small carving knife in his other hand, the aura on the carving knife was extremely terrifying, and he could vaguely feel that this was a superb spiritual weapon of the Confucian system.

Seeing the appearance of this carving knife, the aura on Ling Zongxian's body suddenly froze, and the speed of absorption involuntarily accelerated, a system-exclusive top-grade spiritual weapon, this was a very terrifying accident.

At this time, not only Mo Chan, but even Emperor Yin, who controlled his body, felt a certain amount of pressure.

The black dragon formed by the condensation of the black flames around continued to shrink, and then began to split, and countless black flames burned directly on the Haoran righteousness, and fine beads of sweat appeared on King Ming's face, but he did not dare to be distracted in the slightest.

Sensing that there was something wrong with King Ming at this time, Mo Chan directly began to forcibly control the power of the entire space, and all the power in the field fell in an instant, King Ming snorted, and the movements in his hand suddenly slowed down.

Then the surrounding Haoran righteousness once again directly made up for it, no one knew what King Ming was doing, but that kind of unknown made Mo Chan and Emperor Yin frightened, this is an instinct, an instinct from animals.

Watching the flames once again cling to Haoran's righteousness, Mozen attacked again, directly at the Ming King, with the continuous strengthening of strength, Haoran righteousness was constantly eroded, and the Mozen finally saw the face of the Ming King.

The other party's face was pale, sticky blood hung from the corners of his mouth, and the hand holding the carving knife was trembling slightly, as if he was going through a very terrifying struggle, as if he was ...... His body couldn't withstand the portrayal that followed.

"Hahaha......" Ling Zongxian, who was still refining the essence blood of the dragon spirit, saw this scene and laughed insolently, with endless mockery in his voice, "This is your hole card? It seems that you are still portraying it, and your so-called heroic righteousness can't support it!"

Haoran's righteousness continued to be thinned, but King Ming gradually entered a level of selflessness, and it was also at this time that Ling Zongxian's eyes saw the carving knife in King Ming's hand, as if a crack had appeared!

"Something that can't be carved out by the system's exclusive supreme spiritual weapon?" Ling Zongxian seemed to realize that something was wrong, and stared at the Demon Zen Divine Consciousness that was still going crazy and constantly attacking, and asked, "Are you sure that Confucianism can only portray what you see?"

Hearing Ling Zongxian's words, Mo Chan also gradually regained a trace of his senses, he turned his head to look at Ling Zongxian in confusion, and did not say anything, but also felt a trace of something wrong.

"Exclusive supreme spiritual weapons can't be depicted?"

The two of them were compatible, and at this time, Ling Zongxian could see everything, everything he thought, and Mo Chan could also sense it, with two expressions on one face, half of his face was majestic and inviolable, and the other half had an evil smile on his face.

"Faster absorption!" Ling Zongxian's voice came from the mouth of the Demon Zen, which was not as calm as before, and this time the voice carried a hint of panic.

But Demon Chan didn't seem to want to explain more, Ling Zongxian could only speed up his absorption, just when the golden blood was gradually thinning, and the righteousness around King Ming's body was directly transparent.

The two of them stopped their movements at the same time, and the aura on Mo Chan's body suddenly rose, and finally stopped at the weak fourth grade, this kind of strength is incomparably terrifying, even if it is a five-rank consummate Zen master of Buddhism, he can easily kill it.

"Strength! That's power!"

Demon Chan's divine consciousness merged into Ling Zongxian's body, and then he looked directly at King Ming, who was wrapped in black flames.

At this time, King Ming just dropped the last stroke, and the carving knife in his hand seemed to have completed the most

After the mission turned directly into powder and disappeared in his hand, looking at the bamboo slip in his hand, King Ming took a deep breath, gathered all the Haoran righteousness, and injected it into the bamboo slip.

Time seemed to stop in a moment, and Mo Chan looked directly at the bamboo slip that emitted golden light, and the faint aura emanating from it made him a little frightened, this kind of pressure in his heart, even he didn't understand why.

But just as the two of them held their breath and stared directly, the bamboo slip seemed to have lost its life and fell directly from the air.

At this scene, King Ming himself didn't expect that Demon Chan's aura was even higher, and he directly flew King Ming out, and mocked mercilessly: "You are really a waste, wasting a superb spiritual weapon exclusive to the system, but portraying a waste."

The exclusive ability of the six Confucian students, reproduced!

To be able to reproduce a person's domain and strength, this is not required, but it is determined according to the degree of sacrifice of oneself, and if you have the ability, you can even invite immortals......

Provided, of course...... Must have seen it.

The surrounding void was distorted, and King Ming was choked by an invisible force, but there was no disappointment on his face, but he felt helpless.

"Have appointments already begun?" Mo Chan sneered, then walked over to the bamboo slip and snorted, "I want to see who you portray!"

In his opinion, King Ming must have seen a strong man of Confucianism, and he must be portrayed by the other party.

But the moment he picked up the bamboo slip, it was a young man depicted on it, with a cold and arrogant expression, a cold face, and that kind of unbeatable self-confidence, and the person depicted on it was exactly ...... Lin Changfeng!

"Hahaha......" Mo Chan was completely amused, and mocked mercilessly: "Actually portrayed a waste of the foundation realm, King Ming, you would actually put your hopes on such a waste? You've disappointed me!"

Just as he used the black flames and was about to incinerate this gradual moment, a terrifying aura suddenly appeared within the body, and the overwhelming pressure was like a flood, instantly shattering the realm that Demon Zen was proud of!

"Succeeded?"

King Ming was not very sure, and after muttering, he found that this power leaked directly outside the smoke city, and at the moment when the domain was shattered, Mo Chan fell directly to the ground, and the pressure was great!