Zu'an originally wanted to put the purple-gold bowl into the glass pearl, but he tried several times without success. It seemed that it belonged to someone else and had the old monk's mark on it, so it could not be put into the bowl.

So he simply stuffed it into his arms and ran away.

The scene before him left the old monk completely bewildered. His first reaction wasn't even that the other party was running away. After all, he had promised to pass on all his mantle to him, and soon the bowl would rightfully belong to him. Why would the other party run away?

After watching for a while and seeing that the other person showed no signs of stopping, he hurriedly shouted, "What are you doing?"

Anger points from Kingsoft Motuo: +444 +444 +444...

Seeing the anger meter, Zuan didn't answer and ran back with his head down.

Just then, an anxious voice came from behind: "Don't go! You have no idea what an opportunity you're missing!"

Did you hear what I said?

...

Zuan moved even faster.

Seeing him walk further and further away, it was clear that he had not anticipated the other party's actions and had instead been tricked into giving him his golden bowl. A deafening roar came from the depths of the magma.

Anger points from Kingsoft Motuo: +888 +888 +888...

"You think you can take my treasure away?" the old monk sneered, muttering incantations.

Suddenly, a bright light shone from Zu An's arms, and the purple-gold bowl flew out of his arms, buzzing loudly as if it wanted to fly back.

Zu An reacted quickly and grabbed it, creating a stalemate between him and the purple-gold bowl. The bowl couldn't go back, and he couldn't continue running.

The purple-gold bowl trembled violently, as if struggling, and the power emanating from it grew stronger and stronger.

Zu An even felt like he couldn't grasp it. This old monk's cultivation was terrifying, and the pressure he felt was no less than that of the Ghost King.

At this moment, the old monk's cold voice came: "This thing has recognized me as its master, and you cannot take it away. I will give you one last chance to accept my inheritance, and I will forgive what just happened."

Zuan did not answer, but instead tried to erase the divine thought above.

The old monk was furious: "You're courting death! Since you refuse to let go, come at me all at once!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a tremendous force emanated from the golden alms bowl, causing Zu An to stumble and be carried away towards the direction where the old monk was.

Zuan knew that if he didn't let go, he would be dragged into the lava and would definitely die.

But I'm reluctant to just let go like this.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he hurriedly summoned a person. She wore a leather chest armor, a miniskirt, abs, wheat-colored skin, and round, firm thighs. She was full of explosive power, like a beautiful female leopard. Who else could it be but Moxi?

"Quickly sever the contract on this!" Zuan didn't even have time to speak before communicating directly through telepathy.

Moxi originally planned to get the Vitality Pill before doing anything else, but she quickly realized the critical situation and dared not be careless. Instantly, a golden scissor phantom appeared in her hand and she cut directly between the purple-gold bowl and the old monk.

The skill "Farewell to Nanchao" is activated!

Using this skill, one can sever all forms of contracts and even vows of eternal love, leading to countless betrayals and regrets!

Zuan suddenly felt a pang of unease, because he suddenly remembered that this skill had a prerequisite: under voluntary conditions, Mo Xi's cultivation level must not be lower than either of the other's cultivation level by one major realm.

In cases where it is not voluntary, Moxi's spiritual level must be greater than or equal to that of one of them.

For every level that Nan Chao Zuo Bie's skill increases, it grants Mo Xi +0.2 major realms when making judgments.

Moxi's cultivation level is not high at present, and even if I use all my resources to support her, her cultivation level is still far behind that old monk.

The old monk's aura when he was angry made him uneasy; perhaps his true strength was even greater than that of the Ghost King.

How could Nan Chao sever his connection with the magical artifact when he bid farewell to such a terrifying being?

He made a quick decision and was about to let go when he suddenly felt his hand loosen. The purple-gold alms bowl stopped struggling and instead rubbed against his hand, as if a sense of intimacy was coming from it.

Zuan: "???"

Old monk: "???!!!"

"How is this possible? How could an ant like you sever the connection between me and the magic weapon!"

The rage from Kingsoft's Demon King is +999 +999 +999...

Zuan looked at Moxi with a puzzled expression. A smug look appeared on her face, and she stretched her hand out in front of him, clearly wanting to eat the Vitality Fruit.

He hurriedly took out a handful of Vitality Fruits and stuffed them into her hands. Watching her eat the fruits with a look of pure bliss, he quickly asked her what was going on.

Moxi casually pointed to the purple-gold alms bowl. Although she couldn't speak, he could roughly understand her meaning because of the soul contract.

It turns out that this purple-gold alms bowl was originally a sacred Buddhist object, but by chance it fell into the hands of a monster. The monster was too powerful, so the alms bowl had no choice but to be refined by it and become its master.

However, as a sacred object of Buddhism, it naturally detests demons and monsters. It was only because it was controlled that it had no choice before. But as soon as an opportunity arose, it took the initiative to cooperate with Moxi and sever the mark and contract that Jinshan Motuo had placed on it.

The method for judging the separation in Nanchao is to look at either side. The old monk's side is far weaker, so the judgment cannot be passed.

However, with the Purple Gold Bowl as a companion, the judgment becomes much easier.

Realizing that his precious magic treasure had truly been taken away, the old monk could no longer contain himself. This time, he had truly lost more than he gained, and he roared angrily.

The entire cave shook violently, and the terrifying roar even sent a chill down Zu'an's spine.

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