There was a sound of gasping in the air from all directions. No one spoke, and the scene was silent.

Chu Mo stood there with a bright light, his whole body was like a terrifying demon king!

In his hand, he grabbed half of Zhong Sheng's body with one hand, which was Zhong Sheng's spirit! It was torn to pieces by Chu Mo!

On the two halves of the corpse, the spirit of Zhong Sheng was disappearing little by little.

On the stands of the Zhong family camp, the Great Saint Zhong Cheng sat there, his whole body was about to collapse. He burst into tears and muttered in his mouth: "My child... you died so miserably! You died so miserably!"

After the two halves of corpses completely disappeared, a force that Chu Mo could not resist directly merged the two halves into one, and then turned into a death bell again.

Chu Mo wanted to suppress him with the Sky Magic Mirror and the Chaos Furnace, but he could do nothing at all.

The Zuqi's death bell struggled desperately in Chu Mo's hands, making a roar of the great way.

At this time, the emperor's voice transmission entered Chu Mo's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness: "Let it go, the ancestral weapon has a spirit. Even if it is suppressed with force, it can self-destruct and will not surrender."

Chu Mo glanced at him with regret and then let go of his hand.

Buzz!

The death bell buzzed and instantly penetrated into the undispersed cloud of disasters, disappearing without a trace.

Chu Mo stood there, looking at the Zhong family camp, raised his head high, and then pointed: "Zhong Cheng, get up and die!"

The great saint Zhong Cheng suddenly raised his head, and two divine lights shot out of his eyes. He looked straight at Chu Mo. He roared like an injured beast in his throat: "Little beast, come and take your life!"
Chapter completed!