Sit down cross-legged.

"Out of the body!"

With a cold snort, Mo Wudao's primordial spirit turned into a sword light and flew out of his body, crashing into the flying fire dragon dragon soul.

The dragon groaned, and the fire dragon soul was immediately entangled with Mo Wudao's primordial spirit.

Outside the Zhenlong Bell.

The second uncle of the Su family's face changed greatly, and shouted angrily, "It's not good, that kid actually wants to snatch the old man's natal magic weapon!"

"What?"

Su Zhi was also surprised, the second uncle of the Su family frowned, and ordered: "The five of you immediately surround yourself and protect the Dharma for me, this kid's Yuan Shen is a little strong, I want to concentrate on fighting with him!"

"Okay!"

Su Zhi also knew the seriousness of the matter, this Zhenlong Bell was the treasure of the Su family, it was not an ordinary top-grade spiritual weapon, if it was robbed by Mo Wudao.

Suppress them in turn, and then it will really be over!

Several people immediately formed a circle and formed a simple defensive formation, and the second uncle of the Su family sprayed two mouthfuls of hard work on the ancient bell in a row, and with a strong divine sense, he drilled into the Zhenlong Bell.

"Boy, what a bold man, he actually wants to take away the old man's magic weapon!"

The primordial spirit phantom of the middle-aged man in the ink robe appeared in the ancient bell, his eyes were cold.

"This bell is related to me!"

Mo Wudao's voice sounded in the bell, and then, the somewhat illusory fire dragon dragon soul screamed miserably, and was deeply stabbed by Mo Wudao's Yuan Shenhua Sword.

"Damn it!"

This fire dragon dragon soul is actually not a real dragon soul, but it is a touch of the spirit born from this town dragon bell, it is not real, if it is real, then this town dragon bell is not the best spirit weapon, but a spiritual treasure!

And Mo Wudao Yuan Shen, after being tempered by sword qi, has already carried a trace of sword intent, and the damage caused to this false machine spirit is very significant.

I fought with it before, but it was just to lure this middle-aged man in ink robe in!

The middle-aged man in the ink robe saw that the Su family had worked hard to provide for thousands of years, and the magic weapon spiritual wisdom that had just been cultivated was almost slashed by Mo Wudao with a sword, and he immediately felt distressed.

This is a machine spirit that is about to take shape, if it is really erased, then it will be a big loss!

The second uncle of the Su family's primordial spirit turned into a streamer and merged into the dragon soul.

The machine spirit dragon soul instantly became a little stronger, and the huge dragon eyes stared at Mo Wudao's primordial spirit viciously, and pounced fiercely.

And Mo Wudao's primordial god has turned into a human form at this moment!

Pinch your hands!

Pointing forward, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he muttered majestically:

"Wan Lei... Heavenly Prison Lead!"

In the space, thunder suddenly shone brightly, and hundreds of heavenly thunders appeared, trapping the fire dragon soul inside.

"Ahh

The second uncle of the Su family immediately panicked, and roared in disbelief, "How is it possible, how can you be in the Zhenlong Bell and attract heavenly thunder!"

"What kind of thunder is this?"

"Boy, you dare! The Su family won't let you go! Stop the old man immediately!"

Mo Wudao smiled.

"Burn the pen!"

What the soul of the Yuan Shen is most afraid of is the heavenly thunder, and Mo Wudao's mysterious thunder method instantly frightened the second uncle of the Su family, and stretched out the dragon claw to try to break through the blockade of the heavenly thunder.

"Poof······

The dragon claw was ignited and burned by the heavenly thunder and turned into flying ashes, which frightened the second uncle of the Su family to roll the entire dragon soul figure into a ball.

Mo Wudao's Yuan Shen smiled faintly, turned around and returned to his body, smiling and surrounding the instrument spirit trapped by the heavenly thunder and some of the Yuan Shen of the Su family's second uncle, and he was very happy in his heart.

"Thank you for the primordial nourishment you sent, which can make this spirit thrive, next, I'm going to erase your consciousness, are you ready!"

"You can't do that!"

Mo Wudao ignored it, and with a flick of his fingers, the three heavenly thunderbolts turned, hitting the dragon-shaped phantom.

Outside the Zhenlong Bell, a middle-aged man in an ink robe spurted out a mouthful of blood.

His face became extremely pale, his eyes opened, and he no longer had the slightest sharpness, and his breath floated erratically, looking like he was seriously injured and dying!

"Two... Second uncle, what's wrong with you!"

Su Zhi helped up his second uncle with a worried face.

What's wrong with this, it's like being eaten back, how did the breath become the same as himself, and he actually dropped a big realm directly.

"Zhenlong Bell, was ... That kid robbed it!"

"Hurry... Run!"

"Ask the family for help, send a master over, and recapture the Zhenlong Bell!"

The middle-aged man in the ink robe immediately made a decision, took a deep look at the ancient bell, which was no longer able to drive and control, gritted his teeth, took out a spirit rune, and pulled it over Su Zhi.

"Click!"

The space shattered, the light shone, and Su Zhi and the ink robe were middle-aged, and disappeared in place.

The other four people also scattered and fled in an instant, fleeing from the battlefield as fast as they could.

Only a golden ancient clock remained, dripping and spinning in place.

After ten breaths, the golden light of the ancient bell turned into purple light, and Mo Wudao's figure also flew out of the ancient bell, and the ancient bell instantly shrank and turned into a small bell, which was held in Mo Wudao's hand.

Mo Wudao's gaze swept over, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a faint smile, "Did you escape?"

"Forget it, for the sake of you giving such a good magic weapon, I'll spare your life today!"

"After all, I'm not a devil!"

The ancient bell in Mo Wudao's hand was thrown into the air, and he couldn't put it down, so he stayed in place for a while, put away the Zhenlong Bell, and left the battlefield.

Soon, he was back in the testing ground of the Blue Ruins Holy Society!

returned to the seat of the Chu family.

"Hey, Miss Chu is already fighting? This is, the second round!"

Mo Wudao said in surprise.

Chu Jingtian was not much surprised by Mo Wudao's return and return, and at this moment his attention was all focused on the field.

Her daughter, Chu Lingxi, is studying with a monk in the late stage of the Transformation God Realm.

It seems to be a bit stalemate!

"This kid seems to be a little restrained Miss Chu!" Mo Wudao took a look and immediately found some abnormalities.

Chu Jingtian nodded, and said with some concern: "He is a disciple of the Li family, and he has had some feuds and contradictions with my Chu family since ancient times, and he is very familiar with my Chu family's exercises. ”

"Oh!"

Mo Wudao nodded, and then smiled and comforted: "If that's the case, then the Chu clan leader doesn't have to worry, they are familiar with your Chu family's practice routines, and your Chu family is naturally familiar with them, Miss Chu can win." ”

"If you want to win, you can win, but if Lingxi uses that move in the second round, it will be a little difficult in the third and fourth rounds······

Chu Jingtian's brows were still tightly locked.

Mo Wudao smiled and didn't say anything more.

On the stage, Chu Lingxi was much more decisive than her father, and the white silk in her hand suddenly changed, and a spear appeared in her hand.

A dazzling spear lit up, and the opponent was directly hit by her!

Then the gun came out like a dragon, not giving the other party a chance to fight back at all, and directly beat the opponent's head to the head, without the power to fight back.

"Tsk, I didn't expect Miss Chu to have such a pistol technique!"

Mo Wudao was a little emotional, he really didn't know before.