1482: C1482 Contract Branding

C1482 Contract Branding

"Oh? Is the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer so strange? "

Hearing the elder's words, Mo Lin frowned.

If what old man Teng Mu said was true, and the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer couldn't get close, then he wouldn't be able to take it away.

"Hmph, this bird clock is such a big frame. I really want to see if I can get close to it."

Just as the elder finished speaking, Sang Ji said with a grin.

After he finished speaking, he took the lead and walked straight towards the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer.

Very quickly, he arrived ten meters away from the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer.

"Hahaha, I am only ten meters away from the clock now, and nothing has happened. I feel that there is nothing special about this Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer, hahaha! "

At this time, Sang Ji walked to a spot ten meters away from the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer, and with a face full of complacency, he burst out laughing.

However, just as he laughed out loud and was preparing to approach the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer, a wave of energy as powerful as the sea swept out from within the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer!

"Bam!"

A loud sound echoed out.

The power was like a whip, directly hitting Sang Ji's body.

It was also at this moment that Sang Ji spat out blood. His body spun a dozen or so rounds in the air before heavily falling to the ground.

"Ugh!"

Just as he landed on the ground, he vomited another mouthful of blood.

When Mo Lin saw how complacent he was just now, looking down on the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer, yet being beaten up so badly by the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer to the point of spitting blood, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Sang Ji, are you alright?"

At this time, Mo Lin walked in front of Sang Ji and shook his head.

Then he reached out his hand to Sang Ji, wanting to pull him up.

"It's nothing, this Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer is really strange."

After standing up, Sang Ji looked at Mo Lin, and then looked at the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer in the distance, and said with lingering fear.

"Sigh, it is rather strange. Although the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer is inside my rattan tree, even I am unable to get close to it."

Just then, old man Teng Mu looked at Mo Lin and shook his head.

"What?" Even senior cannot get close to the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer? Then why is the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer here? "

At this time, Mo Lin looked at the elder and frowned.

You have to understand that at the beginning, Mo Lin thought that this Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer was brought back from the Yin Field by old man Teng Mu to the Sealing Clan.

But now, even if old man Teng Mu told him, he could not get close to the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer.

If he could not even get close to the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer, then why would it appear here?

Mo Lin couldn't wrap his head around it.

"Sigh, speaking of it as a bit of an oddity, a few years ago, this Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer fell from the sky and directly fell here. When I saw that it was a Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer, I wanted to get closer and think about it, but just as I approached, it was pushed away by the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer's power. All these years, I've thought of countless methods, but I still could not get close to the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer."

Looking at Mo Lin, the elder sighed.

"So that's how it is."

Hearing the elder's words, Mo Lin frowned.

It had to be known that the old man was an extremely strong existence, and was unable to even get close to the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer. Mo Lin was not confident that he could take the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer away.

"Senior, is there really no way to approach this Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer?"

Looking at the old man, Mo Lin frowned and asked.

"No, all these years, I've tried countless of ways, but still couldn't find a way to get close to this Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer."

Looking at Mo Lin, the elder shook his head and sighed.

"Hmm? What is that? "

At this moment, Mo Lin suddenly discovered that there was a brand on the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer.

The mark of the Thousand Hands Thousand Eye looked quite strange.

Focusing his eyes, Mo Lin shockingly discovered that this brand was exactly the same as the one on his heart.

This was the mark of the contract.

You have to understand that back then in the mortal world, Mo Lin and the Divine Mage Throne had established a contract, and now, this Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer also had the same brand.

In other words, the imprint on Mo Lin's heart could control the Sorcerer Throne, or the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer.

Thinking about that, Mo Lin's heart jumped.

"Senior, I think I can control this Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer!"

Just then, Mo Lin acted like there was a god and directly spoke to the old man.

"What?" You can control this Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer? "

When the old man heard this, he was shocked.

One must know that even though he was unable to approach the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer, this Mo Lin actually said that he had a way to control it.

Isn't this a bit too much of a drivel?

Just at this time, the old man looked at Mo Lin, sizing him up.

"Little friend, although I feel that you are different from the ordinary youths, this Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer is extraordinary. Can you really control it?"

Looking at Mo Lin, the old man felt that Mo Lin was talking nonsense.

Initially, he had thought that Mo Lin, this young master who was humble and understanding of etiquette, was very well-established.

But now, Mo Lin had suddenly started spouting nonsense, causing his impression of Mo Lin to drop by a few levels.

"Senior, I'm speaking the truth."

Looking at the old man's shocked face, Mo Lin asked in a neither haughty nor humble manner.

"Alright, since you said that you can control it, then you should go closer to the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer and take a look."0

Just at this time, the elder looked at Mo Lin and spoke directly.

He thought, even if he couldn't get close to the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer, how could Mo Lin get close?

The old man looked at Mo Lin and muttered to himself.

And just at this moment, Mo Lin walked towards the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer one step at a time. Just as he was about to step into the ten-meter forbidden zone around the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer ?

"Brother Mo Lin, this Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer is hurting too much. Come back quickly, don't be like me, and get knocked flying!"

Just as Mo Lin was getting closer to the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer, Sang Ji suddenly shouted.

Obviously, Sang Ji did not believe that Mo Lin could control the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer either.

No, it should be said that Sang Ji did not think that Mo Lin could approach Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer s.

Just as Sang Ji finished speaking, Mo Lin entered the ten meter radius of the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer.

"Buzz buzz!"

When Mo Lin stepped within ten meters of the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer, a peerless power from the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer swept towards Mo Lin.

Obviously, the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer also rejected Mo Lin.

"Brother Mo Lin, be careful!"

Seeing the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer's power sweeping towards Mo Lin, Sang Ji immediately roared.

"Sigh, this Mo Lin is still too young and vigorous!"

Seeing that the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer's power had started to reject Mo Lin, the elder shook his head and said.

Just when the two of them thought that Mo Lin was about to be flung away by the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer, something strange happened.

When the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer's power touched Mo Lin, the contract mark on Mo Lin's chest shone brightly, instantly devouring the power of the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer.

After the power had been devoured, Mo Lin stood in his original spot, safe and sound.

"This ?"

Seeing Mo Lin not moving at all after being hit by the Desolate Clock of the Sorcerer's power and being able to move calmly, the corner of Sang Ji's mouth immediately twitched.

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