Xue Linglong couldn't react for a moment and blinked her big eyes and looked at Dongfang Mo. Why did this thing Dongfang Mo was always the least important?

However, when he saw that Dongfang Mo could still think of her at this moment, a burst of happiness rippled in Xue Linglong's heart: "Dongfang Mo, tell you so, no matter whether you lose or lose or win, I, Xue Linglong, will definitely stand on your side. If you leave the Nine Netherworld Palace, I will follow you too." Xue Linglong said very firmly, and a kind of firmness surged in his eyes.

This instantly touched Dongfang Mo. In fact, he was just doing it casually and trying to solve the problem for this girl. After all, this girl was really treating him.

He boldly stretched out his hand and stroked Xue Linglong's head: "Linglong, don't worry so much. Do you have no confidence in me yet? I won't let you leave the Nine Netherworld Mansion?"

Xue Linglong made Dongfang Mo's sudden behavior a little stiff, but the confident smile on Dongfang Mo's face also made Xue Linglong smile slightly: "I believe in you"

Seeing that Dongfang Mo was actually stroking Linglong's head in front of so many people, Lang Biaotian's lungs were almost pissed off, and he shouted loudly: "Dongfang Mo, if you finish refining the weapon, take it out quickly and then pull it with my junior sister Linglong. Be careful that I want to break your hands."

Dongfang Mo laughed in his heart. Now he is still in the mood to be jealous, and he will definitely let you drown in the vinegar tank.

The big hand left Xue Linglong, and with a thought, he stopped his ban formation, and then said to Lang Biaotian: "You are quite anxious, so let's take the ban and take a look."

Lang Biaotian sneered suddenly, with a wave of his big hand, his colorful forbidden formation disappeared immediately, and a golden bell was suspended in front of his chest. The bell was shining with light, as dazzling as a star falling in the darkness. I saw Lang Biaotian twisting his fingertips, and a drop of blood flew out and landing on the golden bell. The golden bell suddenly made a cheerful and pleasant sound, extremely pleasant, but when he felt it carefully, it seemed to have an echo, shocking his spiritual consciousness. This was just a natural sound of the bell and Lang Biaotian forming a blood contract. If Lang Biaotian activated it, it would definitely not be the effect.

Dongfang Mo just stood aside and watched Lang Biaotian's performance lightly.

Lang Biaotian thought and activated the soul-catching bell he had refined. He saw a door suddenly opened in the void behind the soul-catching bell. There was nothing inside, but when the door closed, it turned into a stream of light and entered the soul-catching bell.

"The weapon spirit mysterious weapon, the absolute weapon spirit mysterious weapon." Most of the people in these Nine Netherworlds have seen the world, so they naturally realize that this is the weapon spirit mysterious weapon.

Lang Biaotian was very happy, and even Xin Yanteng kept nodding. The grade of this weapon spirit Xuanbing was really close to the grade he refined.

Finally, Lang Biaotian's disdainful gaze fell on Dongfang Mo: "Now, it's your turn." He had already skipped over what would happen if Dongfang Mo was going to be. He was directly nourishing his brain and torturing Dongfang Mo, how could he please this junior sister Xue Linglong?

Dongfang Mo didn't care about what kind of vulgar expression Lang Biaotian was. Instead, he waved his arm and removed his ban. Although the bell refined by Dongfang Mo was also suspended in its original place, people blinked their eyes and were really disagreeable. What did Dongfang Mo think? He would be embarrassed to take it out for everyone to show it to you when he refined such a thing.

Because what appears in front of people is a black bell, not to mention the light, there is not even a slight light.

And there is a layer of black skin on the surface, I don’t know if it’s rust or something, but I just feel disgusting when I look at it.

Lang Biaotian admired Dongfang Mo's face. Why was it so thick? Even Xue Linglong's eyes flashed. Is it really unreasonable to refine such weapons? She couldn't see where the highlights of this thing were.

Dongfang Mo ignored it, just like Lang Biaotian, and gently chased his fingertips, and a drop of blood flew towards the black bell.

"Damn, if I were given this thing, I wouldn't be too lazy to waste this drop of blood. Don't bring such a foolish person. I thought others were blind." Dongfang Mo's actions caused another criticism.

Xue Linglong just pursed her lips tightly and stopped saying anything. Even so, she was willing to believe Dongfang Mo's calmness.

Dongfang Mo quickly formed a blood contract with the weapon he refined. When the drop of blood fell on the bell, the bell shook slightly, and countless black skins fell off quickly, and fell to the ground and fell into powder.

"Ahem" It can still fall off. Seeing that the surface of the bell is already uneven, people don't know what words to use to complain about.

What Lang Biaotian wants to complain even more is that even when the soul-catching bell refined by Dongfang Mo did not make a sound, can this be called a bell? What does this broken thing rely on to attack people's spiritual consciousness?

However, all this seemed to be what Dongfang Mo expected. Since he had formed a blood contract, Dongfang Mo thought about it, and people could see that because Dongfang Mo came completely according to Lang Biaotian's steps. This step was to show the level of this weapon. However, Lang Biaotian succeeded. Can you succeed this thing? Do you know what embarrassing?

Dongfang Mo shouted: "Open"

With this sound, the bell suddenly shaking, making a cheerful sound, very crisp and pleasant. This sound is a series of sounds, and can hit the soul directly. Moreover, in the void, a door was also opened. The door was also black and nothing. When Dongfang Mo's thoughts moved, it turned into a stream of light and returned to the black bell just now.

When people's eyes fell on the bell again, the bell was no longer the original inconspicuous black appearance, but emitted a warm light. The bell was white and had yellow patterns. In this way, the first impression it gave people was not a weapon, but rather an exquisite work of art. Even if it emitted the aura, it did not have any sharp feeling, but a relatively gentle appearance.

"It seems to be ceramic. Can this thing be used as a weapon?" This bell is so exquisite that it makes people unable to tell what it should be used for a while.

Xue Linglong was a little stupid when she saw this bell that was so exquisite. At least she understood that Dongfang Mo's confidence was not unreasonable.

"Did you forget what happened just now? This grade is?"

When people realized that their attention had been led elsewhere and finally took it back, they were confused and exclaimed mechanically: "The Magic Spirit Xuanbing."

Dongfang Mo used the bell with his spiritual energy and returned to his chest, smiling at Lang Biaotian: "I have also refined the weapon spirit mysterious soldier. Below, I have to see whose weapon spirit mysterious soldier is powerful." Dongfang Mo spoke very calmly, and he was not excited at all. It was much stronger than Lang Biaotian's dancing hands and full of excitement just now.

Lang Biaotian was stunned. The result was something he could never have imagined. Dongfang Mo, the dark thing just now, could have been the magic weapon, and how could this be? He really couldn't believe his eyes.

But the facts were right in front of him, and he was forced to this point by Dongfang Mo. Lang Biaotian forced himself to suppress his shock, tried his best to stabilize his mood, and said coldly: "I didn't expect that you happened to me once, so let's see how powerful my soul-catching bell is."

Although the bell of Dongfang Mo is gentle, beautiful and exquisite, it is used to attack people after all. How can it be done without any sharpness? So, Lang Biaotian is still very confident in his soul-catching bell.

Lang Biaotian stood on an uninhabited grass, and everyone flew up in the air, fearing that they would be touched by this soul-catching bell. That was definitely not a joke. He was practicing magical skills, and his spiritual consciousness could not be lost.

Lang Biaotian used his spiritual energy to press the soul-catching wheel upside down on the ground. With a thought, a thick spiritual energy visible to the naked eye in his palm fell directly on the soul-catching bell. The soul-catching bell suddenly made a metal sound, like a clanging sound of golden swords and iron horses. In an instant, with the soul-catching bell as the center, it instantly left a circle of traces on the surrounding grass. This is not a strange phenomenon. It was because the strange spiritual energy with fluctuations had destroyed the grass.

This is not an ordinary grassland, because of the special nature of the Nine Netherworld, these grasses are as hard as iron. Not to mention ordinary people, even those practitioners with low cultivation will be pierced by flesh when they fall on it. Lang Tianbiao's soul bell can actually be destroyed into this by relying solely on the spiritual energy it activates. It is not simple. The most important thing is that the attacks like this soul catching bell attack people's spiritual consciousness, which is the even more deadly place.

The most important thing is that this range is eye-catching and the diameter can reach ten feet.

Even Xin Yanteng nodded. This soul-catching bell must have reached the level of his last refining. It can be seen that his disciple should be able to become a master. Xin Yanteng was actually a little relieved.
Chapter completed!