My script is a supporting role

Chapter 93 Failed to draw the sword

Mo Chen's body suddenly jumped up on the spot, like an arrow that left the string, and rushed straight towards the dragon in the air.

When it was almost there, I stretched out my hand to fish it, and I caught its dragon beard.

Pulling the dragon's beard and swinging it with strength, it landed between the two dragon horns.

This is also the position under the golden light.

The black hole vortex is fully opened.

The power in the dragon's body was like a river breaking its embankment, gushing out from its forehead.

And that golden beam of light was not spared either. After being sucked by the black hole vortex, it could never be taken back, and a steady stream of power surged along the beam of light.

The giant dragon rolled its body in the air desperately, but it couldn't get rid of Mo Chen at all. Even the beam of light was held tightly, and there was no way to move it away.

The giant dragon's huge body was shrinking rapidly, and its roar gradually turned into a weak moan.

In the mist, there was also a muffled grunt.

However, Mo Chen felt that his whole body was constantly expanding and growing, and the power that was continuously injected into his body brought him a sense of fullness that he had never felt before.

Then, he saw himself stretched into a giant ball again

Although it is already many times bigger than before, he has become a ball again.

"Um... did I absorb a little too much?"

Mo Chen finally stopped.

He did feel a little bloated, like a bit of indigestion.

The black hole vortex also gradually dissipated.

Snapped!

A three-foot-long cyan dragon fell limply to the ground, like a snake whose spinal cord has been drained.

The golden beam of light also became dim, as if it might disappear at any time.

The fog has all dispersed.

Mo Chen finally saw everything here.

This is a huge stone palace, tens of thousands of feet wide, with thick stone pillars supporting the hall.

On the top of the hall, there is a resplendent and golden throne, on which there is a dim golden light group, which can be vaguely distinguished as a figure.

It's just that the man's head hangs low on his chest, looking sluggish.

"Are you...Lin Jin?" Mo Chen felt his body swell a little uncomfortable, and he felt a little sleepy.

That person was even more sluggish than him. He sat slumped on the chair, unable to even raise his head, and could only say in an extremely weak voice: "You... exactly, who are you?"

Mo Chen thought for a while and said, "I am a mortal!"

Not only a mortal, but also a mortal with extremely bad luck.

To be arrested abruptly, to be a supporting role for some big bosses, if you are not careful, you will lose your life, mortal.

"Hehehe!" The man let out a low laugh unwillingly, "A mortal?"

"A mortal...how could it be possible to have such an ability..."

The man seemed to be muttering to himself, or talking to Mo Chen, "Everything is born in the heaven and earth, and everything has animism..."

"People have spirits, Taos have spirits, demons have demon spirits, demons have demon spirits, gods have gods..."

"But you, who can devour everything... so what is it..."

Mo Chen couldn't answer.

Because he himself doesn't know what state he is in now.

All he knew was that he was too full and stretched out, which made him very sleepy, and wanted, so much, to sleep.

"I think, I may be... wanting a spirit..."

In a daze, the huge stone palace, the resplendent throne, the figure in the golden light... all gradually disappeared before his eyes.

A small blue dragon wriggled in front of him with difficulty.

Mo Chen subconsciously reached out and grabbed the little dragon.

"This little snake...is really fun..."

A burst of blue light flashed, and everything disappeared.

Mo Chen struggled to open his eyes, feeling his head was swollen and dizzy, as if it weighed heavily.

In his hand, he still held the hilt of the Qingxuan Sword.

Around him, there are countless faces full of expectation and tension.

"I... am I back?"

Turning his neck with difficulty, he looked around, Xu Zhiming, Liu Deshui, Li Yuancheng... Murong Qingyue, Luo Qier, Zhong Xiaowan...

That's right, he did come back.

"Just now, I seem to have absorbed a lot of things..."

I probed inside my spiritual sense, as if... There didn't seem to be any changes in my body.

Now I can't feel the powerful power I absorbed just now, as if I never had it before.

"Could it be that you were just dragged into the illusion by this sword just now?"

"All that just now was just my fantasy?"

But those sky fires, lava, giants, green dragons, and that huge palace, that sluggish ball of light, are all so real.

If these were just illusions, it would be too much of a reality.

A few feet away in front of him, Lin Jin had an incomparably mocking face, "I've already said, it's impossible for you to pull out this sword!"

"Because of you, you don't have the qualifications at all!"

Mo Chen felt that not only his head was heavy, but his body became very stiff. He wondered if he had consumed too much energy in the illusion just now, and he felt a little exhausted.

"Hehe... qualifications?"

Mo Chen took a strong breath and gripped the hilt of the sword firmly.

Luo Qier looked at Mo Chen nervously.

The guy has been holding the hilt of the big sword for a while, but there is no movement at all.

"Senior Sister Murong..." Luo Qier finally couldn't help it, and wanted to ask Murong Qingyue again.

But when she looked back, she found that Murong Qingyue had undergone obvious changes.

"Senior Sister, you...you actually broke the boundary!!!"

Murong Qingyue has been watching the battle between Mo Chen and Lin Jin on Qianyan Feiyu with them all the time, without any sign of breath adjustment, luck, or comprehension.

But just like that, she broke through!

Insight into the five realms.

That's it, broken!

When Min Qinghe and Zheng Ning heard Luo Qier's words, they turned their heads to look at it, and they were also full of surprises, "You, how did you do it?"

Murong Qingyue said lightly: "Just now I suddenly felt something, and it broke."

Luo Qier and the others looked hopeless.

The world of geniuses, as expected, is so casual!

Chen Wanyi gave Murong Qingyue a complicated look, then turned her head and shouted at Mo Chen: "Mo Chen, if you can't pull it out, get out of the way as soon as possible!"

"That sword doesn't belong to you at all!"

Mo Chen's right hand held the hilt of the sword, but his breathing gradually became heavy, his body became weaker and weaker, and his eyelids wanted to close uncontrollably.

Finally, his body tilted and he fell limply. When he closed his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep.

The crowd of onlookers immediately let out a burst of exclamation.

"Mo Chen!"

"what happened?"

Someone thought of the divine soldier's recognition of the master, and began to guess: "So, Mo Chen was not the one chosen by the divine soldier, so even though he exhausted his mind, he still failed!"

This explanation is very reasonable, and others have repeatedly agreed with it.

"It really should be!"

Chapter 94 Qingxuan Sword Out

"After all, the magic weapon is in this world, not everyone can take it up."

The crowd was buzzing with discussions, but no one laughed at Mo Chen.

After such a fierce competition between the two, Mo Chen overwhelmed Lin Jin and obtained the right to hold the sword first, but fell short in the end and fell under the sword.

Mo Chen like this is enough to amaze everyone.

Although he failed to pull out the Excalibur in the end, he has already proved his ability with a wonderful battle.

At this time, the onlookers looked at him, more regretfully.

"Counting it all together, his ability seems to be even better."

It's just that whoever the magic soldier chooses to be the master is destined by fate, and no one can predict it.

Xu Zhiming also sighed again and again, "It's a pity, Junior Brother Mo's cultivation has grown so amazingly, but he is not the one chosen by heaven. It's a pity, a pity."

After a while, he nodded again and again, "However, Junior Brother Mo persisted for quite a long time when he drew his sword, which is considered extremely difficult."

Before Mo Chen drew his sword, many Qingli disciples also tried it with the attitude of giving it a try.

But many people just grasped the hilt of the sword, and they lost their minds and were terrified, so they had to abandon the sword and run away.

What's more, it was bounced away almost the moment it touched the sword.

Although Mo Chen was still unable to pull out the sword in the end, he was the one who persisted the longest among all the disciples of Qingli.

From this aspect, it can also be reflected from the side that Mo Chen has extremely strong talent and strength.

It can only be said that the time is not given to me, and I passed by the magic soldier.

Now all the competitors, those who retreat retreat, those who fall fall, the only one who is qualified on the field is Lin Jin.

And before this divine sword rushed out from the deep underground hole, it was obviously aimed at Lin Jin.

The final decision is already very clear.

Chen Wanyi was full of complacency at this time, "I said it a long time ago, a person without virtue is not worthy of holding a magic weapon!"

"This divine weapon belongs to Junior Brother Lin after all!"

Above the heavens, the bad old man finally burst out laughing, "Hahahaha! Mo Chen, after all, he can't hold the Qingxuan Sword!"

The bad old man couldn't see what happened inside the Qingxuan Sword after Mo Chen held the hilt.

But judging from the situation in front of him, it was obvious that Mo Chen was defeated in the confrontation with Qingxuanjian.

"As long as Boss Jin picks up this sword, he can kill Mo Chen directly!"

Everything, as planned.

The skinny old man was a little worried: "But, you made such a big commotion and attracted so many people, can Boss Jin kill him in full view?"

The bad old man choked suddenly.

This was something he hadn't thought of.