After saying the last sentence, Ling Zongxian began to refine the drop of dragon spirit blood. As the blood continued to thin, Ling Zongxian's dark and dry skin gradually became blood-colored.

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

Seeing this scene, the space around the domain was also slightly turbulent. The black flames around suddenly rose, and black fire dragons began to rise, and then began to quickly hit the Haoran righteousness around the Mingwang.

Each impact shocked the space around Mingwang. This kind of spiritual touch made Mingwang feel more stressed. If he didn't do anything at this time, it might be really too late.

He raised his hand directly, a simple bamboo slip, and there was a small carving knife on his other hand. The aura on the carving knife was extremely terrifying, and he could vaguely feel that this was a top-quality spiritual weapon in the Confucian system.

Seeing the appearance of this carving knife, Ling Zongxian's aura suddenly froze, and the absorption speed couldn't help but accelerate. A system-exclusive top-grade spiritual weapon was a very terrifying accident.

At this time, not only the magic Zen, but also the Yin Emperor who controlled his body felt a certain amount of pressure.

The black dragon formed by the condensed black flames around it continued to shrink and then began to split. Innumerable black flames burned directly on Haoran's righteous energy. The Ming King also had fine beads of sweat on his face, but he did not dare to be distracted at all.

Sensing that the Ming King was wrong at this time, Mo Zen began to forcefully control the power of the entire space. All the power in the field fell in an instant. Ming King groaned and his movements suddenly slowed down.

Then Haoran's righteousness around him was directly compensated again. No one knew what the Ming King was doing, but that kind of unknown, which made Mo Chan and Emperor Yin fear and uneasy. This was an instinct, an instinct from animals.

Seeing the flames climbing onto Haoran's righteousness again, Mo Chan launched an attack again and attacked Ming Wang directly. As the power continued to strengthen and Haoran's righteousness was constantly eroded, Mo Chan finally saw Ming Wang's face.

The other party's face was pale, with sticky blood hanging on the corner of his mouth, and his hand holding the carving knife was trembling slightly, as if he was experiencing a very terrifying struggle, just like... his body could not bear the subsequent portrayal.

"Hahaha..." Ling Zongxian, who was still refining the blood of the dragon spirit, laughed unrestrainedly, with endless ridicule in his voice, "Is this your trump card? It seems that you can't hold on to your so-called righteousness!"

Haoran's righteousness continued to become thinner, but the Ming King gradually entered a level of selflessness. It was also at this time that Ling Zongxian's eyes saw the carving knife in the Ming King's hand, and it seemed that a crack appeared!

"Things that cannot be portrayed by the system's exclusive top-quality spiritual weapons?" Ling Zongxian seemed to realize that there was something wrong, and looked at the magic Zen spiritual consciousness that was still madly attacking, and asked, "Are you sure that Confucianism can only portray what it sees?"

Hearing Ling Zongxian's words, Mo Zen gradually regained a little rationality. He turned his head to look at Ling Zongxian in confusion, without saying anything, but felt something was wrong.

"Even the exclusive top-quality spiritual weapon cannot be carved out?"

The two of them were compatible with consciousness. At this time, Ling Zongxian could see everything and feel everything he thought of. One face had two expressions, half of which was majestic and inviolable, and the other half had an evil smile.

"Easy to absorb!" Ling Zongxian's voice came from the oral transmission of Demon Zen, which was not as calm as before. This time the voice was a little panic.

But Mo Zen seemed unwilling to explain too much. Ling Zongxian could only speed up his absorption. Just as the golden blood gradually became thinner and the righteousness around Ming Wang was directly transparent.

The two stopped at the same time, and the aura on Mo Zen's body suddenly rose, and finally stayed at the fourth level of weakness. This kind of power was extremely terrifying. Even the fifth-level Perfect Zen Master of Buddhism could easily kill him.

"Strength! This is strength!"

The magic Zen's spiritual consciousness merged into Ling Zongxian's body, and then looked directly at the Ming King who was wrapped in black flames.

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

The mission afterwards turned into powder and disappeared into his hands. Looking at the bamboo slips in his hand, Ming Wang took a deep breath, gathered all the righteous spirit, and injected them into the bamboo slips.

Time seemed to have stopped at a moment. Mo Chan looked straight at the bamboo slips that emitted golden light. The faint aura emanated from it, which made him feel a little panicked. Even he himself didn't understand why the pressure in his heart.

But just as the two of them held their breath and focused directly, Zhu Jian seemed to have lost his life and fell directly from the air.

The Mingwang himself did not expect that the magic Zen was even more breathing, and he directly knocked the Mingwang out, and sneered and said, "You are really a waste, wasting a system-exclusive top-quality spiritual weapon, but portraying a waste."

The exclusive ability of the sixth-grade Confucian scholar is replicated!

There is no requirement to be able to replicate a person's domain and strength, but it is determined according to the level of one's own sacrifice. If you have the ability, you can even invite immortals...

Of course, the premise is...it must be seen.

The void around him twisted, and the Ming King was strangled by invisible force, but there was no disappointment on his face, but he felt helpless.

"Have you started to appoint it?" Mo Chan sneered, then walked to the bamboo slips, and said with a snorted smile: "I want to see who you have portrayed!"

In his opinion, the Ming King must have seen a powerful Confucian scholar and must have portrayed the other party.

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

"Hahaha..." Mo Chan was completely amused and said ruthlessly: "It actually portrays a waste in the foundation-building realm. King Ming, would you put your hope on such a waste? You really disappoint me!"

Just as he used the black flame to burn this gradually, a terrifying aura suddenly appeared inside, and the overwhelming pressure was like a flood, instantly shattering the area that Mo Zen was proud of!

"Success?"
Chapter completed!