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"Do not!!!"

Lin Jin let out a furious shout.

"Never allowed!!!"

"boom!"

Mo Chen punched Lin Jin hard in the face, interrupting his roar, followed by kicking him flying three feet away.

Chen Wanyi screamed out, "Junior Brother Lin!"

Luo Qier showed a hint of joy, "This guy really won!"

Lin Jin rolled on the ground twice, turned over and stood up, with blood oozing from his mouth and nose, his eyes were red, and he looked a little crazy and terrifying.

"Shenbing has a spirit, choose the master, even if you knock me down, you can't pick it up."

Mo Chen waved his hand and said in a low voice, "Don't remind me, I already know."

The boomerang formation over there kept shrinking, trapping the Qingxuan sword in it. The Qingxuan sword kept vibrating and colliding in all directions, but it couldn't break free from the predicament in the end.

At this time, the boomerangs also began to change shape, changing into square or long metal and iron components, one by one buckled and combined, "Ka Ka Ka", the gold and iron components were stuck on the sword of Qingxuanjian A huge scabbard quickly formed on his body, clamping the wide sword firmly in the middle.

Qingxuanjian let out a mournful cry, unable to struggle anymore, and fell vertically from the air with the huge scabbard.

Boom!

The huge scabbard fell heavily to the ground, but it stood still, like a huge sword-shaped monument.

Mo Chen stepped over and reached out to hold the thick sword hilt.

This exciting and fierce competition seemed to have finally come to an end.

The most exciting moment has come, the ground, the air, and everyone's eyes are gathering at this moment.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Even breathing seems to have stopped.

Can that boy afford this magic weapon?

The aloof young master Wushuang frowned slightly, "The birth of a divine soldier and a natural vision, that is a sign of destiny. If so, shouldn't the one chosen by the divine soldier win?"

The person chosen by the magic weapon loses, and the person who is not selected gains the upper hand...

This is not in line with the way of destiny.

His eyes fell on Mo Chen, and there was a trace of doubt in the eyes of Mr. Wushuang.

"Could it be that this person is actually a person who changed his fate against the sky?"

Chen Wanyi's eyes were full of pain and pity, "Junior Brother Lin, unexpectedly, he missed..."

Soon, all these regrets and sorrows turned into resentment towards Mo Chen.

"That magical weapon has clearly recognized Junior Brother Lin as the master, even if Mo Chen snatched it by force, there is no virtue in it, and it is impossible to pick it up!"

Luo Qier wrinkled her small nose, "Not necessarily! But to be honest, I don't think that sword is as interesting as the spiritual weapon in Mo Chen's hand."

From Luo Qier's point of view, the spiritual weapon in Mo Chen's hand is also a chain and a boomerang, and it can also become a scabbard to trap the sword. It is really interesting and fun, much more interesting than that sword .

Chen Wanyi was in a very bad mood, and she felt even more annoyed when she heard Luo Qier's sarcastic remarks.

It was Zhong Xiaowan who gently held her, and said softly: "Senior sister, the magic soldier is here, and the fate is what it is, no one can force it."

"If it belongs to Junior Brother Lin, no matter how strong Senior Brother Mo is, he won't be able to take it away."

Chen Wanyi snorted heavily: "Of course it belongs to Junior Brother Lin! It must be!"

Mo Chen's hand had already grasped the thick hilt of the sword.

On the huge scabbard, the interlocking gold and iron components bounced off one after another.

"Qing, qiang, qiang", within a few breaths, all the scabbards that trapped the Qingxuan sword were untied, and the combination was changed again, and it returned to Mo Chen's right wrist.

As soon as the shackles were released, the Qingxuan sword sank suddenly.

"Chi"!

Most of the sword body went straight into the ground, leaving only a small section outside.

Mo Chen's hand was still on the hilt of the sword, but the brow slightly moved.

"You want to resist me!"

Qingxuan Sword is Lin Jin's magic weapon for proving the Tao, and Mo Chen knows this very well.

He never intended to take the ownership of the sword from Lin Jin.

After all, the Thousand Machine Changes in his hands are already complicated enough, so far he can only use the tip of the iceberg.

Where is there any spare time to play with other people's weapons?

And to be honest, Mo Chen still has some conflicts in his heart about this thing that kills a sister to prove the truth.

Maybe there are more than 100 innocent souls screaming in it.

Mo Chen's thoughts were straightforward.

There must be the power of Lin Jin's seal in the Qingxuan Sword. It is like another clone of Lin Jin, possessing exactly the same aura as Lin Jin.

In this case, use the book of the gods to take away the power of the seal in the Qingxuan sword, and you're done.

As for the sword, leave it to Lin Jin.

The hand holding the hilt of the sword was still firm and steady. Mo Chen closed his eyes, poured his vitality into his arm, and pulled it out forcefully.

Qingxuan sword did not move at all.

The scene before Mo Chen's eyes suddenly changed.

The surrounding trees, mountains, and crowds all suddenly disappeared, and the earth turned into a piece of black scorched earth. In the cracks of the scorched earth, crimson lava rolled.

The sky was thick with dark clouds, countless sparks were flying in the air, and even breathing became scorching hot.

Soon, the scorched earth on the ground began to crack continuously, and crimson lava surged up from the ground, like rivers of blood flowing one after another.

"He Fang boy? Still not backing down!"

A deep voice resounded through the sky and the earth, like thunder rolling in the sky.

"This place... doesn't belong to you!"

Chapter 90 Molten Fields

In the fiery lava, frantically struggling figures began to emerge one after another.

Hot lava flowed all over these figures, fiery red flames spewed out from their eyes, mouths and noses, their limbs and bodies were like scorched dead trees, like ghosts in purgatory, approaching him step by step.

"Is this the world in Qingxuan Sword?"

Looking at this hellish world, Mo Chen smiled slightly, "It's time to summon the Book of Gods!"

As long as he summons the Book of the Gods, he can interpret and transform everything in front of him, and then become a power that can be used by him.

"Lin Jin, you can't think of it, my plan is just to grab the power from this sword."

The Book of the Gods, Lingtai, huh?

Mo Chen suddenly discovered that his spiritual sense could not find the location of the spiritual platform.

"How is this going?"

His spiritual consciousness hastily peeped inside, only to find that he did not see his original body, but only saw a glowing ball of light.

This ball of light is so transparent that you can even see the lava and scorched earth outside through the thin wall of the ball.

After a while, Mo Chen finally understood.

This ball of light is himself!

His body, limbs, head, all disappeared.

There was only one shining ball of light left, enveloping his own spiritual consciousness, appearing helpless and insignificant in this sea of ​​lava and flames.

"wipe!"

"What is this operation?"

Just now he was full of confidence and prepared to accept this gift from God, but in the next second he was thrown into a huge crisis.

A ball of light!

What can I do?

He doesn't even have a hand!

He could clearly feel that his new light sphere body was extremely weak.

The lava rushed towards Mo Chen like a turbulent wave.

"What should I do? The only way is to run away!"

run?But he doesn't even have a foot.

If you don't have feet, you have to run!

Mo Chen began to try to escape.

"Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo!"

Without legs, he moves rather slowly.

It took a lot of effort to move about a foot.

But at this time, the lava had already flowed for tens of feet, getting closer and closer to him.

"How can this be passed? Only get out!"

Mo Chen rolled on the ground with all his strength, his speed was indeed a little faster than before, but compared with the galloping lava, it still seemed too slow.

"Or come a gust of wind and blow me away!"

As soon as the words fell, a scorching wind suddenly blew in the air.

"so good?"

The strong wind blew past, and the sparks flying in the air quickly burned up, turning into a raging sea of ​​flames.

Mo Chen was suddenly speechless.

Underground lava, sea of ​​fire in the air, and a bunch of ghosts running in the middle, there is no way for people to escape!

At this time, layers of flames rolled up in the air had surrounded Mo Chen, and huge tongues of flames surged in the air, burning the sky red.

Mo Chenchen was inevitable.

The deep voice sounded again, "Those who don't know how to advance or retreat, die!"

A tongue of flame suddenly spewed out tens of feet, engulfing Mo Chen.

"Hey!"

Faint blue smoke rose, but the tongue of flame disappeared.

Before Mo Chen could understand what was going on, several tongues of fire spewed over again.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

As soon as the tongue of flame touched his body like a ball of light, a faint blue smoke rose and disappeared without a trace.

"Huh? These flames have no effect on me?"

Mo Chen felt relieved all of a sudden.

If you can't burn to death, what are you afraid of?

Moreover, Mo Chen could faintly feel that after the flames burned, his strength seemed to increase a little.

Layers of flames rolled over, and their power was astounding.