It's not the only Elven race.

In fact, in the other direction, there is an even bigger black cloud.

As Mo Yun approached, these black clouds were constantly dissipating, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared!

Sassy ......

Mo Yun's ears were filled with the sound of the wind whistling by, and he quickly reached his destination.

This is a post station in the fifth level, and until a quarter of an hour it was bustling with activity.

But when Mo Yun arrived, the post station had already fallen into quicksand, and in the same place of the post station, there were still a few Tianjiao.

Seeing Mo Yun coming, these people immediately smiled.

"Brother, this post station was good just now, but somehow it ......"

Someone came up to him, but before he could finish his words, a head had fallen to the ground as blood splattered.

"Brother Tai, what do you mean by this? We have no grievances in the past and no enemies in the near future, how can you kill people without saying a word!"

The remaining Tianjiao were stunned at first, but soon showed a look of fear.

Mo Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes swept over a few people.

There was nothing strange about the aura on these people, and the expressions were no different from ordinary people.

But...... It was here that the aura of the Spirit Clan disappeared just now.

Can't be wrong!

That's it.

Able to evade his perception, this Spirit Clan is also a one-in-a-million existence, and nine times out of ten he may even be the prince of the Spirit Clan!

Then you can't let it go. Once this spirit clan escapes to a crowded place, it will be annoying!

I'd rather kill by mistake than let it go!

In a hurry, Mo Yun had already made a decision.

The majestic spiritual power gathered extremely quickly, and between the burning of the bright flames, Mo Yun's entire right arm was attached to the shining flames.

Kill!

The flame giant blade slashed out, and the sharp giant blade broke through the space, and it was in front of several Tianjiao at once.

"Puff puff ......"

The screams came, and the blood poured into the pillar.

The people who were alive and kicking just now are now just a few corpses.

"You murderer, we have no grievances with you, why do you want to kill us?"

There was also a Tianjiao who just happened to crouch down, and he just dodged the fatal blow, at this time he looked at Mo Yun in horror and retreated step by step.

And Mo Yun was not moved at all, he took a ruthless step, pressing step by step.

"Do you think acting will work for me?"

Mo Yun didn't hesitate to wring the neck of the last person.

It was quiet, and apart from the disgusting smell of blood, the entire space remained unchanged.

Mo Yun looked around, but still didn't find anything strange.

But it didn't bother him.

"Xiaoyan, burn this for me, don't leave anything for me!"

With Mo Yun as the center, the blue flames spread out directly.

In the blink of an eye, it envelops the entire station.

As one of the Nine Flames of the Yan Emperor, the Yan of the Living Soul can be used to save people, and in the same way, it can also incinerate all things!

"Ah......h

The terrible screams struck again, and a black mist had emerged from the ground.

Seeing this, Mo Yun immediately put away the Yan of the Soul.

The flames in his right arm were all extinguished, and in his place was the bursting arc of thunder!

To deal with the Spirit Clan, it couldn't be more convenient to use the Thunder Dao Martial Method!

"Boom!"

As the sky thunderled, the blue sky was completely covered by extremely fast and heavy clouds.

The cruising thunder is hidden in the dark clouds, shining from time to time!

On the other side of Mo Yun, the black fog had changed from the initial illusory to condensed.

On the corpse of each Tianjiao, wisps of black smoke began to slowly escape, and all of these black smoke gathered into the black mist.

The Spirit Race, a magical creature of the Hundred Tribes, feeds on the soul.

They have no body, and when they need it, they will kill the flesh of other living beings and take over the nest of magpies.

After reaching a certain level, they can also have the ability to split souls.

A Spirit Clansman, if an adult, can have at least a hundred souls.

This is very similar to the Soul Reaver among the Demon Beasts, but unlike the Soul Reavers, the Soul Reavers have at least the weakness of the Demon Crystal.

As for the Spirit Clan, they have no weakness at all, unless their souls are destroyed, they are immortal.

What's even more terrifying is that every Spirit Clan has the art of concealment, and once their soul hides in the host's body, it will merge with the host's breath, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

This kind of creature is the masterpiece of heaven.

If you really want to talk about the weakness of the spirit race, it is the fecundity of the spirit race.

If it weren't for God's restraint, I don't know how terrifying the spirit race would be.

And the prince of the Spirit Clan in front of Mo Yun, he was condensing the scattered souls around him, strengthening the strength of his body.

"Human, I don't want to fight you for my life, how about I stop here?"

The black mist transformed by the prince of the Spirit Clan trembled violently, although he thought that his soul power was unparalleled, but in the face of Lei Xiu, he obviously felt a pressure.

If he could not fight, he didn't want to make a move with Mo Yun.

"Boom!"

Another thunderbolt struck, and lightning shone on the heavens and the earth.

Mo Yun sneered, he led the thunder with one hand, and the thunder was heaven and earth.

And around him, countless Silent Thunder Spears spun non-stop, overflowing with murderous intent.

"Do you think I'll let go of a Spirit Clan prince who slipped in through the door?"

Before the words arrived, the thunder spear arrived first.

The exploding thunder spear instantly arrived in front of the Spirit Clan Prince, and he could even feel the violent thunder arc.

This kind of strength is at least the sixth order.

It's the same sixth order, so you can't take risks!

Walk!

Almost without any hesitation, the Soul Clan Prince flew violently into the distance.

But he's fast, and Mo Yun is faster.

He urged the heavenly thunder, countless thunderbolts one after another, his eyes had lost their effect, and there were dazzling thunders everywhere.

And in the deep thunder of Mo Yun, waving the thunder of natural disasters, it is like a thunder god arrogant.

But at this moment, I don't know when, a black mist has quietly appeared behind Mo Yun.

The best thing the Spirit Race has always been at is taking away.

This black mist contained a quarter of the soul power of the Spirit Clan's prince, and this soul power forcibly broke through Mo Yun's body protection thunder and went straight into Mo Yun's seven orifices.

This is the power of the Spirit Clan's hidden arts, silently.

Just now, the prince of the Spirit Clan fled, and waiting is this moment.

Comparing soul power with the spirit race, isn't that just looking for death?

He has ambition and strength.

Pity...... Bad luck!

"Boom!"

The soul of the prince of the Spirit Clan was shocked out of Mo Yun's body, and Mo Yun had expected that it would be greeted by the mouthparts of the Sky Devouring Giant Ant.

The Sky Devouring Giant Ant devours everything, and so does its soul power.

The little ant opened its mouth wide, and it had swallowed the whole black mist into its stomach.

was eaten a quarter of his soul power at once, and the main soul of the prince of the spirit clan immediately stagnated.

The death of the split soul does not endanger the main soul, but it does have a certain effect.

This effect was fatal to the Spirit Clan's prince.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you.

Taking advantage of the momentary stagnation of the prince of the Spirit Clan, the spatial passage appeared, and countless Silent Annihilation Thunder Spears appeared, nailing the main soul of the Spirit Clan to the ground at once.

And that's not the end of it.

The blue flame in Mo Yun's right hand burned, and his soul power was condensed to the limit.

"First Slash: Soul Punishment!"

Emperor Art: Nine Slashes of the Yan Emperor!

Using his hand instead of a knife, Mo Yun's right hand slashed into the black mist.