Mo Chen stepped on the interracial question, and he didn't expect to know anything from his mouth, for the lonely soul who had completely lost himself and had no possibility of redemption, there was only one thing he could do now.

He fended off the blast that wanted to purify the alien race beneath his feet, reached out and summoned a sharp stone with the thickness of his forearm, and poked it down with all his might, nailing its entire body to the ground.

The fight is already over, and the surrounding explosions continue to stop the alien races who want to attack, and Qi Wu'er and the others are surrounded by enchantments, which are safer than their own presence

Whole.

"Boss, what can you help with?"

Although Chu Mochen has lived for 80,000 years, he still looks like a little brother if he can't be killed, if he is seen by the elders who have been supervising him, I am afraid it will be another heart-wrenching preachy criticism.

"Draw its soul for me, read it to me!"

"Okay~"

The little eyes that couldn't be killed looked at the footprints on the alien race that were stepped on by Mo Chen, and eagerly compared with his big feet, and followed Mo Chen's example, and stepped on the alien's head.

His strength was very strong, and this foot directly smashed the alien head that had been nailed to the ground into the ground, and the white brain mixed with the dark earth flowed out, stirring into a pool of black and white. There was a slight 'tearing' sound in the abdomen, and the wound that was nailed to the ground was indeed large again.

"Ghost Pestle!"

If you can't die, you will summon the soul collecting black pestle, move your foot, and smash it down!

"Oops, oops~ my head is broken~ Oops, I can't look at this, it's disgusting! No, after I go back, I must go to the Ghost Domain Weapon 4S Cleaning Center to do a good maintenance and cleaning! ”

Mo Chen: ...... So don't step on your head, resist and smoke directly.

"Read...... Soul! ”

Through the ghost pestle, he couldn't see another color other than black, as if he couldn't open his eyes and see what the world was like behind his eyelids, and no matter how hard he tried, it was in vain. It was as if it was dark all around him, either someone had imposed a ban, or this was really the case here.

Two seconds is too fast, but for not being able to die, it is like walking in a long interstellar space, and one second is equal to endless.

'If you want to see where this is, I'm looking for death!' ’

That's what he came to in two seconds.

Give up to see where this is, can't fight to increase the suppression of the soul by the ghost punishment pestle, and the power is like flowing water and does not need money to be transported out, or in other words, the power is being forcibly withdrawn by the ghost punishment pestle.

Faintly, a few staccato syllables also drifted into the ears.

"Demolition ......"

"The host ......"

"Looking for ...... Bring back ......"

"Kill ......"

As every word was spit out, Beat Immortal's face became more and more pale, and cold sweat slipped down his tight face. I don't know what the identity of the alien race that Mo Chen grabbed is, the energy required by the ghost torture pestle is so great that it will suck him dry!

The alien skin on the ground was nailed to the ground by Mo Chen with 'force', and it still couldn't disappear after a long time of twisting and struggling, and the tearing of the soul was even more painful to beat and pull.

'No, no, no, no! I've been a single dog for 80,000 years, and I haven't gotten married yet! How can you be sucked dry by an iron rod! ’

Before he could spit out the last two words he wanted to say, the energy transmitted to the ghost torture pestle suddenly stopped, and a strong force pushed him out.

"Oops, I'll go! I'm dripping my mother! This guy's soul is passive! Run, wow, it's going to explode!! ”