Troubled times: Start practicing spiritual practice by taking care of your sister-in-law.

Huang Lingling pointed at Chen Mo on the pillar, and the phoenix image behind her seemed to be resurrected, and let out a sharp phoenix cry towards the sky, carrying an extremely terrifying power and flashing colorful rays of light, and went towards Chen Mo to capture and kill him.

However, facing the phoenix phantom charging at him, Chen Mo remained motionless, expressionless, and with calm eyes. When the phoenix phantom was still several feet away from him, an extremely powerful and majestic soul power surged out from the sea of ​​soul between his eyebrows.

After practicing the Nine Heavens Soul Tempering Technique, Chen Mo also learned how to use his soul power to attack.

This surging soul power, like a hurricane on the sea, slammed heavily into the phoenix image that was coming to capture and kill it. The powerful destructive force directly tore the phoenix image into pieces, and the aftermath swept over Huang Lingling's body.

"Pfft!"

Feng Ming Xiangkong is the magical power of Huang Lingling's bloodline. When her bloodline magical power was torn apart, Huang Lingling was already injured, and now she was hit by the aftermath. That extremely ferocious soul power directly rushed into Huang Lingling's soul sea.

She was a spiritual practitioner, and her spirit was not strong. She was simply unable to resist the impact of soul power. A sharp pain spread from her head, and her body fell from mid-air, landing heavily on the martial arts training ground below, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth.

"Wow..."

Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience was stunned. Some people who were not as strong as Chen Moqiang didn't even understand what was happening until the people around them pointed it out to them.

"It's a soul power attack. He is actually a dual cultivator of spirit and god!" someone exclaimed.

"What a powerful soul power fluctuation. His soul realm is probably at the perfect Earth Yuan realm." A spiritual cultivator said in amazement.

Standing on the middle pillar, Huang Su's beautiful eyes flashed, and she whispered in her heart: "This guy is quite capable."

"My little benefactor has good means, no wonder you don't need help." Fengying smiled at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo smiled, and just as he was about to say "thank you" to Huang Lingling, he frowned, turned around and threw a punch.

"Oh!"

When the fists and palms collided, a dull sound like thunder suddenly sounded, and the fierce spiritual power spread out from the fists and palms frantically, setting off a strong gust of wind.

Seeing this, Huang Su on the middle pillar hurriedly condensed a spiritual power barrier to prevent herself from being blown off the pillar by the strong wind.

"Feng Xuan has taken action!" someone outside the arena shouted.

It turned out that after Chen Mo defeated Huang Lingling, Feng Xuan launched a sneak attack from behind Chen Mo.

There is not much time left, and now there are people on the three pillars. Feng Xuan and Huang Lingling have the same idea. It will be difficult to determine the winner in a short time to compete with Feng Ying, Huang Su and others. Chen Mo is relatively easy to deal with.

The most crucial thing is that Chen Mo is an outsider. As a disciple of the clan, Feng Xuan will naturally not allow the quota for the Jade Secret Realm to be given to an outsider.

"boom!"

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, Feng Xuan swung out his palm again, slapping towards Chen Mo's face. Seeing this, Chen Mo gathered strength with his other hand and punched out, colliding with Feng Xuan.

The two looked at each other. Chen Mo glanced at the 140005 on his forehead with a calm look. Feng Xuan snorted coldly, retracted his strength and then swung his palm again.

Chen Mo said nothing, just kept punching.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

In a few breaths, the two men fought for more than ten rounds, punching each other hard and hard, and it was hard to separate.

"Tian Gang Palm!"

Another palm strike, Feng Xuan used the force to retreat, then let out a loud shout, and powerful spiritual power surged out from his body. Six powerful arms appeared behind him. Although the six arms were condensed from spiritual power, they seemed like the arms of a living person. The surging blood vessels were like a dragon, and they blasted towards Chen Mo like lightning. Each arm was wrapped in a deadly gust of wind.

"break!"

Chen Mo raised his fingers and tapped the six arms that were rushing towards him. The vast soul power surged out from his brows like a tide, wrapping up the six spiritual arms. Then, like a quick surgical operation, as the last syllable of the word "break" fell from Chen Mo's mouth, the six arms with blood vessels like dragons also collapsed and turned into dots of golden light.

"So strong! Even Feng Xuan is not his match?" The people outside the field put away their contempt for Chen Mo. Chen Mo's performance since he came on the field until now was enough to prove his strength.

"The time is almost up." someone said.

Feng Xuanxu stood in mid-air, looking at the golden light in front of him that had not yet dissipated. Although he was also a little shocked in his heart, he did not show any sign on his face. Hearing the uproar outside the venue, he raised his head to glance at the hourglass above, and frowned slightly.

He raised his hand, and golden light flashed under his feet. The large patch of golden light in front of him was taken back by him, and thirty-six long swords condensed behind him in an instant.

Thirty-six long swords formed a Hun Tian sword diagram behind him, and the sound of swords resounded through the sky. Sword light condensed from his fingertips, and when the sword light condensed from his fingertips, the thirty-six long swords that formed the sword formation burst out with brilliant golden light, which quickly gathered at the sword tips, forming a sword light of about a foot.

The sword beams flickered unsteadily, and judging from the sweat on Feng Xuan's forehead and his slightly strained expression, it could be seen that he was gathering strength.

"It's the Zhoutian Sword Formation!"

"The Zhoutian Sword Formation is one of the most lethal magical powers in the clan. Feng Xuan has actually mastered it and condensed thirty-six spiritual swords."

"..."

Looking at the thirty-six long swords behind Feng Xuan, people outside the field suddenly gasped. It was obvious that they were not unfamiliar with this sword formation.

Fengying and Huangsu raised their eyebrows when they saw this scene.

In previous clan competitions, they had never seen Feng Xuan use this trick. It was obvious that Feng Xuan had deliberately hidden it and saved it for today.

Huang Lingling, who had already left the martial arts training ground and was recuperating outside, felt her scalp tingling when she saw this scene.

If Chen Mo had not appeared, she would definitely have competed with Feng Xuan. After all, Feng Xuan's strength was lower than Feng Ying and Huang Su. Only by competing with Feng Xuan would she have hope.

In this way, facing the Zhoutian Sword Formation, her injuries would probably be more serious.

"It's okay, it's okay." Huang Lingling was actually somewhat relieved at this moment.

"not good."

Chen Mo looked at the number 140005+1999 on Feng Xuan's forehead. When the number +1999 was still rising rapidly, he knew that he could not let Feng Xuan accumulate any more power. After all, he had no idea how much the added power could increase.

He raised his hand and stroked the Qiankun bracelet on his left wrist. A green light flashed, and a Tang sword appeared in his hand.

This is an ordinary sword, not a magic weapon.

Chen Mo's eyes became sharp.

Just when he was about to attack Feng Xuan.

A beam of light as thin as a hair shot out from below with a whoosh.

Someone else attacked Chen Mo.

"Qiang!"

Chen Mo chopped it into pieces with his sword, looked down at the person who attacked him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze became even colder.

The one who attacked Chen Mo was a young man in black. Under Chen Mo's gaze, he felt his scalp in trouble. Worried about being attacked by Chen Mo, he immediately looked around and shouted, "Come on together. The quota of the Chiyuan clan must not be given to outsiders."

"That's right. We can't let outsiders snatch it away. Let's drink together." Someone responded.

At that moment, more than a dozen people on the field responded, united together, and began to face the outside world.

"You can't do this." Feng Ying shouted softly, and then said to Chen Mo: "My little benefactor, be careful."

Although he said this, he had no intention of helping. Not only that, he seemed to be gloating in his heart.

Chen Mo frowned, looking at the spiritual power fired by the dozen people together. His face quickly became solemn. With a thought, a hot golden flame surged out of his body. These golden flames seemed to be alive, and they even made a sharp sound of a ferocious beast. The Golden Crow in his Dantian suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, and the flames became brighter, quickly wrapping Chen Mo's body.

Not only that, these golden flames, like fire snakes, wrapped around Chen Mo's body and quickly spread to the pillars under Chen Mo's feet, tightly wrapping the pillars together. "Boom!"

At the same time, the spiritual power of the dozen people combined together hit the golden flame on Chen Mo's body fiercely, causing a wave of flames, but without a sound, as if it was absorbed by the golden flame. The golden flame was stirred and churned, and gradually, the fire died down.

Waves of hot air rushed straight into the sky.

It turned out that the golden flame was not for defense, but was burning and evaporating the spiritual power as if it were water.

"what!"

Everyone outside the venue was shocked when they saw this scene.

"The energy of the sun?!"

Huang Su and Feng Ying were both slightly surprised.

They could see that the golden flames on Chen Mo's body were condensed from spiritual power.

The temperature is so high and the Yang energy is so abundant, it is obvious that the energy being cultivated is the sun's energy.

They both looked at Huang Yi outside the field at the same time.

Huang Yi was looking at the hourglass above.

Fengying also looked up, but his attention was soon attracted by Fengxuan.

The Zhoutian Sword Formation is complete!
Each of the thirty-six spiritual swords emitted a clear sword chant, and sword energy overflowed.

Chen Mo felt something and looked up.

140005+5999.

Chen Mo's brows furrowed, and he thought to himself, is this Zhoutian Sword Formation so powerful?
“Yes, Feng Xuan’s Zhoutian Sword Formation is already quite powerful. If these thirty-six spiritual swords were replaced with magic weapons, their power would definitely be even greater.” An elder from the fourth realm commented outside the venue.

"Chen Mo is going to lose." Someone said, sounding relieved, but also a little regretful.

"Stop, time's up."

At this moment, a cold voice reached the ears of everyone inside and outside the venue.

The sound waves even caused the space to vibrate and form sound ripples.

It was Huang Yi's voice.

At this time, everyone turned their attention to the hourglass in the sky.

I saw that the sand in the upper half of the hourglass had already leaked out, and half an hour had passed.

However, in the face of Huang Yi's shouting to stop, Feng Xuan remained unmoved. Instead, he raised his palm towards Chen Mo, spread his fingers, and then suddenly turned it over and pressed it down.

The thirty-six spiritual swords locked onto Chen Mo and began to descend.

The Zhoutian Sword Formation is not only highly lethal, it also blocks all escape routes. Once the formation is formed, there is no escape and one can only face the punishment of the sword formation head-on.

At this moment, everyone outside the field was tense, their eyes widened, staring at Chen Mo closely, obviously not wanting to miss any of the following frames.

The people on the field looked up at Feng Hong above.

But I found that Feng Hong had closed his eyes at some point, as if he didn't realize that the time was up.

Just when the Zhoutian Sword Formation was about to suppress Chen Mo.

"presumptuous!"

Huang Yi, who was originally outside the field, suddenly appeared above Chen Mo at some point, with green light flashing on her body. With just a slight sound, the thirty-six spiritual swords that had formed a sword formation shattered and completely dissipated.

"Pfft."

Feng Xuan in mid-air suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth and bent his waist.

"Fairy Yi."

Chen Mo stopped practicing his martial arts at this time. He had already prepared himself. Even if Huang Yi did not take action, he could still deal with it.

Fengying, who was sitting on the rightmost pillar, was stunned when she saw Huangyi taking action. After a moment, her heart sank.

The people outside were also shocked. They never expected Huang Yi to intervene.

"Huang Yi, you."

Feng Hong had already opened his eyes at this time. When he saw Huang Yi attacking, he showed anger on his face and was extremely shocked in his heart. When Huang Yi shouted to stop, Feng Hong heard it and was already prepared to defend against Huang Yi's attack.

But he obviously underestimated Huang Yi, who was too fast. He only reacted after she finished her attack.

"Fifth Elder, the competition time has arrived. I saw that you fell asleep, so I stepped in to protect the rules for you." Huang Yi stood in front of Chen Mo with a righteous look on her face. As for Feng Xuan, she didn't even look at him again.

Feng Hong: “…”

"Xiaoyi has become stronger again. She is worthy of being the strongest genius of my Chiyuan clan." An elder whispered outside the field.

With so many people watching, by the time Huang Yi made her move, time had already passed. Therefore, not only did Huang Yi not interfere with the game, but she also protected it. Even if Feng Hong didn't want to see this result, he couldn't lie with his eyes open.

He glanced at Chen Mo below and said loudly: "The competition is over. The winners of this competition are Feng Ying, Huang Su and... Chen Mo."

After saying that, Feng Hong snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and left.

As soon as Feng Hong left, there was an uproar inside and outside the venue.

Some people said that Chen Mo, an outsider, actually got a place in the Jade Secret Realm.

Some people said that if Elder Huang Yi had not intervened, Chen Mo would have been defeated by Feng Xuan.

After Feng Xuan landed, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, then left with a gloomy face without saying a word.

"Congratulations, my benefactor!" Fengying came over to congratulate.

"Congratulations, everyone." Chen Mo said.

"Hello, Chen Mo, right? Huang Lingling, I lost this time, but I will definitely surpass you." Huang Lingling also came over. She didn't take the fact that Chen Mo beat her to heart. Since it was a competition, getting injured was inevitable.

"A lucky fluke."

Chen Mo smiled, and then he noticed someone was looking at him.

He looked up and found that it was the girl named Huang Su.

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.

Huang Su's strength is actually much stronger than Feng Ying's.

The strength is 149990.

Huang Yi told him before that Feng Ying always won first place in the previous Lingtai Realm clan competitions.

(End of this chapter)