This Cultivator Has A Dirty Heart

As the magic interceptor turned the black domain mirror, the originally dark sky suddenly turned into a huge rotating vortex like a tornado.

The golden sword rain that was still flying downwards began to seem to have lost gravity, being sucked into the vortex and swallowed up.

Seeing this scene, Ji Cang didn't hesitate at all. He immediately waved his hand, and a golden light broke through the black clouds and flew out, flying back to Ji Cang's hands.

But those dead souls, without the obstruction of flying swords, began to flow towards the two of them like a tide.

When Jicang saw this, he didn't panic at all. He only saw him clenching the small bronze bell in his hand and quietly watching the dead souls approaching.

It wasn't until the dead souls rushed to a distance of less than one meter from him that he raised his left hand and tapped the small clock lightly with his fingers.

"Dong~~~"

A muffled sound came from the small clock in his hand.

The sound was just like the sound made when a huge log hit the big bell in the temple, and it was much louder.

The moment the sound came out, a huge wave of air spread out.

The dead souls that were about to approach were instantly washed away by the powerful air waves and turned into black air of nothingness.

Mo Jie frowned and looked at the little clock, feeling that the sound it made was so harsh and unpleasant.

But before his twelve main command flags could send out new souls, another bell rang.

"Dong~~~"

Listening to the deafening sound, Mo Jie subconsciously frowned and gritted his teeth.

He swore that he would smash the broken clock to pieces later.

But before he could make any reaction, several bells sounded one after another.

"Dong~~~"

"Dong~~~"

"Dong~~~"

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The bells rang one after another, making people dizzy.

Mo Jie clenched his fists subconsciously, gritted his teeth and looked at Ji Cang.

At this moment, Jicang was seen arching his fingers and hitting the small bell in his hand.

The way he struck it was extremely arrogant, as if the little clock in his hand was free of charge.

"What's wrong with this Jicang?"

An elder from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect couldn't help but curse.

In his opinion, although the small bell Law Treasure in Jicang's hand is good, it is not used like this.

At least you have to wait until the dead souls among the twelve main command flags rush out, and then use it once to Strangulate those dead souls.

After all, using these Law Treasures requires a lot of spiritual energy, and even Saint Weapon has its limit.

But Jicang's current approach is as if using the small bell consumes no spiritual power at all, and he is not worried that the small bell will not be able to hold up and be scrapped.

But just when everyone in the Ten Thousand Demons Sect couldn't understand what Ji Cang did, something unexpected happened to them suddenly.

"Pfft~"

"Pfft~"

There was a sound of fabric being torn, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound, but they were immediately dumbfounded.

I saw that two of the twelve main command flags that were originally hanging in the air were broken directly and turned into waste!

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned for a moment, then their eyes widened and they suddenly came to their senses!

This little clock! It seems to have the function of restraining the twelve main command flags!

"Jicang!!!"

The moment he came back to his senses, Mo Jie suddenly felt a surge of anger welling up in his heart.

He couldn't let Jicang ring the broken bell anymore. If he kept ringing like this, the broken bell might not be broken yet, and all his twelve main flags might be broken.

Among the twelve main flags, there are millions of dead souls that have been accumulated for hundreds of years. It would be a loss if many of them were destroyed before they were released!

So Mo Jie immediately controlled the black domain mirror in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, in the sky, a huge arm made of black mist rushed towards Jicang.

Jicang was already prepared for this. He raised his right foot and stepped hard on the ground.

"boom!"

Countless rocks rose from all around him, and then surrounded him. The huge black mist arm slapped him several times, but failed to slap the rock away.

At the same time, the sound of the small bell continued to sound.

The shock from the small bell was naturally harmful to the rock shelter summoned by Jicang. With the sound vibration and the continuous attacks of the black mist's big hand, the rock shelter appeared to be in a wavering state.

However, it is obvious that Jicang's goal is very clear, that is, he would rather harm himself than give the enemy an advantage.

"Pfft~"

Another command flag was shattered. Seeing this scene, Mo Jie was angry and angry.

Then he suddenly looked at the elders on the side.

"What are you doing! Didn't I give you Saint Weapon?"

"Why don't you come over quickly and help kill Jicang!"

But when the elders heard what Mo Jie said, they looked helpless, and then pointed to Wenyuan not far away.

He looked in the direction of Wenyuan and saw that Wenyuan was holding five or six Saint Weapon and Semi-Saint weapons, constantly switching back and forth.

With his own strength, he forcibly controlled the Saint Weapon in the hands of the elders of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect.

Seeing this scene, Mo Jie glanced at the elders of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect again and felt like scolding them, but he didn't know what to scold them.

In the end, he could only gnash his teeth and curse, "Trash", and then took out a pitch black spike from the Universe Bag.

The moment the spike was summoned, it headed towards where Ji Cang was.

The rock shelter that Black Mist's arm could not break open in any case looked like a piece of soft tofu to the spike, and it was easily penetrated.

Immediately afterwards, a sound of "Clang!!" was heard, and the long nails were pierced from the inside of the rock shelter. The next second, the rock shelter was also broken open, and Ji Cang's figure appeared among a pile of stones.

But when Mo Jie looked at the small clock in Jicang's hand, he was stunned.

I saw that although the small bell was covered with minor cracks, it still did not appear to be broken.

Instead, a palm-sized black iron disc appeared in Jicang's other hand.

"Heavenly Rank High Grade's Law Treasure was scrapped instantly. It is worthy of being a Semi-Saint device's bone-piercing nail."

Jicang praised, with a smile on his face.

But Mo Jie had no time to listen to Jicang's compliments, and immediately controlled the bone-piercing nails and black mist hands to kill Jicang again.

But at this time, Jicang did not shy away, standing on the spot, holding the top of the small clock with one hand, and clenching his right hand into a fist.

"It can be considered the end of life."

As he spoke, he clenched his right hand into a fist and punched the small clock that was already covered with tiny cracks.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

When the punch fell, a violent bell rang throughout the black domain. The black mist's big hand and the bone-piercing nails were directly knocked away. Countless air waves were like thousands of troops, heading towards the remaining Nine-faced Lord. The flag attacked and killed.