With a plop, Mo Wen's body fell heavily to the ground. 『『【Fengyun Novel Reading Network Baoly】

This spirit beast, like the cultivation of the spirit beast just now, has reached the realm of the Ghost Emperor, but the inner pill condensed by this spirit beast is even stronger, and its color also represents the depth of their own strength.

The spirit beast that attacked Mo Wen just now, although it was not so large, it was also extremely terrifying, but its strength was not high, and it was obviously too different from the current spirit beast, so when he was beheaded by Mo Wen, he immediately died in Huangquan.

This magic spiritualist is so powerful, and it is surprising that he can summon such a spirit beast.

He thought that after a spirit beast was killed, he had nothing to do, but he never thought that this guy would summon a more powerful spirit beast.

But Mo Wen didn't dare to be complacent because of this, in this country full of mystery and terror, there are still many people with extremely strong strength, with his strength, it is impossible to compete, he remembers what his grandfather said to him, it is good for him to be low-key, therefore, he must do his best to solve this magic spiritualist, otherwise, once a powerful spirit beast or ghost comes, there is only a dead end.

Stretching his body in severe pain, Mo Wen got up from the ground.

"Huh" Mo Wen exerted his speed to the extreme, and there were bursts of violent wind in his ears, and it was already difficult to see clearly in front of him, but the remnants of the human body that left a white light in place quickly flew away and disappeared without a trace.

At this time, under the black shadow of Mo Wen, suddenly this spirit beast suddenly pounced towards the rushing Mo Wen from the left side.

Under the strong wind, Mo Wen couldn't help but be shocked, and immediately dodged without hesitation, the spirit beast didn't know that Mo Wen was using the trick of inviting you into the urn to lure the enemy hook, and then Mo Wen pounced.

In the next moment, Mo Wen used the method he had just used to deal with the first spirit beast, and a white light appeared, and this white light suddenly swept towards the spirit beast.

The sound of "click" was endless, and the spirit beast quickly turned into four pieces, blood burst out, crackling and falling to the ground, and a crystal clear yellow-brown inner pill quickly slipped from the spirit beast's broken body in two.

Mo Wen was overjoyed, this spirit beast had never thought to be so vulnerable, even in this closed space, he could kill them at any time, Mo Wen copied it casually, and put away the inner pill, so that it was already two, and suddenly, Mo Wen was a little eager for this magic spiritualist to continue to summon the third spirit beast, because there were three female ghosts around him, if he wanted to help them reforge their bodies, they would inevitably have to have another one to reforge the flesh of those three female ghost spirits.

These spirit beasts are excellent materials to help ghosts reforge their bodies, and in the future, they will be considered Taoist priests who will know Maoshan spells, and they don't have to be afraid anymore, so Mo Wen's heart is not so eager to accept the soul of this magic spiritualist at this moment.

Killing the two spirit beasts was so easy, Mo Wen's heart was very happy, "Huh" Mo Wen's body moved, and he had already rushed to the front of the magic soul conjuring master in one breath, and rushed out like an arrow from the string.

The face of the magic spiritualist in front of him changed drastically, and the black mist rose again, and suddenly, a strong sense of crisis quickly surged from Mo Wen's heart.

A cold aura surged in this enclosed space, and then, the sky was filled with black fog that filled the entire space, and black shadows flew towards Mo Wen like black bats, but they could not transform into bats, but a group of resentful spirits.

Mo Wen's face was solemn, and he secretly screamed badly, the strength of this resentful spirit was far stronger than the two spirit beasts just now, and such a large number made Mo Wen even more uncomfortable.

Those black shadows were very fast, and in an instant they reached the top of Mo Wen's head, swooping over, roaring and grinning, spewing out a black thick fog, emitting a rancid smell in the air, which must have been poisonous.

Looking at the dense black shadows pouring in from every spatial direction, Mo Wen felt his scalp tingle, if he was timid, he would definitely feel a burst of fear, Mo Wen shouted, "Grass, it seems that I am too underestimating you"

The magic spiritualist smiled proudly and said, "Boy, now that I know it's too late, I'll take people's money to eliminate disasters for others, hand over the golden pistol, and I can spare you for the immortal spirit."

Mo asked, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and grinned, "Yes, then try it and see if you have the ability to take down my Yuan Spirit."

As soon as the words fell, under the instigation of Mo Wen's blood wings, a red light emitted from his arms, like flames erupting from his arms, surging towards the group of black shadows, this red light is also powerful, and where it was swept, those resentful spirits were planted on the ground as if they were burned by fire.

The magic spiritualist was taken aback, and continued to recite the incantation silently, next to him, continued to use countless resentful spirits, it seems that he will not give up if he doesn't get it.

Due to the large number of resentful spirits, Mo Wen also seemed extremely difficult, but every time he emitted a red light, a large group of resentful spirits would fall.

Mo Wen kept killing these resentful spirits, but the more he killed, the more unbearable he felt, these resentful spirits were all children who could not be blinded, and they screamed childishly, as if in Mo Wen's brain, a knife stabbed painfully, very miserable

Finally, Mo Wen became angry, accumulated the Saint Yuan Power of his whole body, combined with the soul ring, and formed an energy ball, enveloping all the resentful spirits, while he flew into the air and slashed out with one palm.

"Boom" A ray of light shone out from his palm, and all the resentful spirits within a radius of tens of meters were under this light, turning into black mist.

The resentful spirits swept by the light let out a squeaky scream, and black smoke came out of their bodies, and then began to melt and dissipate in this enclosed space, so that the primordial spirits of those resentful spirits were completely extinguished.

Such a way of dying, according to Huaxia, is never beyond life, which can be described as too miserable.

In order to protect himself, Mo Wen had to do this, and roughly estimated, from beginning to end, Mo Wen killed at least hundreds of resentful spirits.

Although the Saint Yuan Power consumed was nothing to him, if it was consumed endlessly like this, Mo Wen's Saint Yuan Power would also be exhausted.

"Boy, what kind of person are you who have such a cultivation at such a young age" The magic soul conjuring master looked at Mo in surprise, his face was hideous, and his eyes showed murderous intent.

"You have to ask Prince William this question, he hired you and other spiritualists to kill me, didn't he sue you," Mo Wen sneered.

"Hmph, don't be too arrogant, the show is still to come" The magic spiritualist snorted coldly, as if he had met a peer, and wanted to compete with Mo Wen to compete with the magic spiritualist.

"Yes, what about your spirit beast, I'm killing happily, why don't you summon a more powerful spirit beast," Mo Wen consciously reminded the magic spiritualist.

"I'm afraid you're not enough," the magical spiritualist shouted viciously.

"I haven't tried it, how do you know, maybe I just filled his stomach, hehe" Mo Wen grinned, as if he didn't take this guy in his eyes at all.

In Western countries, no master can stand Mo Wen's disdain, when he saw Mo Wen treat himself with such an attitude, this old guy couldn't stand it, he felt that this was Mo Wen's insult to him, like the samurai spirit of the Wa Kingdom, which was not allowed to be blasphemed by others.

His forehead was covered with sweat, his mouth kept chanting incantations, and the black mist instantly rose, and in Mo Wen's ears, there was another howl.

Hearing that voice, Mo Wen's heart tightened, according to his understanding of the magic soul conjuring, the other party summoned this time must be the soul eater of dark creatures.

This kind of ghost, fierce no, he heard his grandfather master say, the soul eater spirit to devour the same kind of spirit to improve the spirit, if a person is devoured three souls and seven spirits, it is like a living dead, like Mo Wen such a cultivator, only one soul and three spirits, can improve the spirit of this soul eater to fly up a few grades.

Mo Wen thought of this, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, not wanting to get the third spirit beast Neidan, but it caused the disaster of killing.

"Roar" The roar of the Soul Eater was like a soul messenger of the ghost hell, very terrifying, the sound echoed in the space, Mo Wen felt that his whole body was standing up hairs, and a seeping feeling spread all over his body

"Don't dodge and come out and let's compete, if I'm not as good as others, I can't say that if I win by luck, you are my appetizer"

"Haha boy, you don't know how powerful this soul eater is, you are not ashamed of it, when you are dying, you will quickly hand over the golden pistol, I still say the same thing, but you can leave your soul immortal" When Mo Wen's shout fell, the voice of the magic soul conjuring master hiding behind the black fog also sounded.

"Less nonsense" Mo Wen also felt a little impatient at this time, snorted coldly, and said, "Aren't you only going to drive these spirits, come out, I'm alone, how can I be afraid of you and other ghosts?"

Saying that, Mo Wen sneered, and shouted at the black fog: "You tell William, that little bastard, he has only one way to go, is to kneel in front of me and beg for mercy, otherwise he will not escape death, and now it is too late to regret it, and you spiritualists, provoke me to be your disaster, you must die"

"Haha" The magic spiritualist's laughter reverberated throughout the virtual space, and he smiled, "Okay, you're stubborn, waiting to become a delicious meal for soul eaters." ”

As his words ended, the howl had already resounded throughout the virtual space, and a dense black shadow rushed towards Mo Wen frantically with the howl.

At the same time as this Soul Eater appeared, Mo Wen felt that his body suddenly became immobile, and a suffocating powerful force rushed towards him

Grass, how so

I wouldn't have been eaten by him like that

No, I've got to figure out a way to deal with this guy, I can't be eaten by him like this.

Mo asked the dantian, and the Saint Yuan Force, which was imprisoned by the Soul Devouring Spirit, spun rapidly, rolling in his body as if stirring up layers of waves.

"Ah" Under an angry roar, a loud "boom" suddenly sounded around Mo Wen's body