"What are they doing, what a lewdness!" Mister said at this time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As these words were spoken, all the minotaurs who were walking towards us stopped. The two minotaurs at the beginning looked at each other, and then the left whispered to the right one: "Did you say she was talking about us, did she find us?" ”

The minotaur on the right shook his head and said he didn't know, and then the two minotaurs looked at each other again and decided to continue cautiously towards us.

At this time, the ripples emitted from the body of the black crystal vein spirit that surrounded us were about to touch our body, and I think this was the reason why they continued to move forward even though they might be discovered.

But their confidence was immediately shattered.

Although this kind of ripple attack is basically enough to deal with ordinary transcendent saints, my soul power is more than transcendental. With the purification of my body several times, my soul level has been constantly rising, and now I basically don't know what my soul level is.

But I knew that there was no fear in the face of this kind of attack, and my body told me that it didn't care about such an attack at all, so when this ripple attack was about to hit Mist and me, I played with these spirit attacks with a soul explosion.

There are ripples coming towards us one after another, and I don't dare to risk attacking those minotaurs without dispelling these mental attacks at this time, although I am not afraid of these mental attacks, but Mister and his two dwarfs and one of my indentured servants cannot withstand such attacks.

So I stood in place and brewed for a while, and when the follow-up ripple attack was about to attack my body, I directly looked up to the sky and a soul roared, and an almost formed giant ripple emanated from my body, spreading rapidly, and the bodies of the minotaurs who first came into contact with this ripple were all stagnant, and their soul strength was good, so this attack could not kill them.

Even so, their souls are inevitably damaged. It will be much more convenient for me to kill them in a moment.

The ripples of the soul roar continued to spread outward, and when it came into contact with the bodies of those black crystal vein spirits, the light on those veins instantly dimmed, and a low wail emanated from their bodies, and I could feel their poor will instantly dispersed by my soul roar, and when I was curious, the moment before they died, they actually sent me a message of thanks.

"They are products of nature, controlled by other species to create their own kind without restraint, and it is against their original intention to premeditately absorb the life force of other creatures, so you kill them almost to free them, and it is not surprising to thank you." Burkitt seemed to be able to spot my surprise and hear the subtle message of thanks to explain it to me.

It turned out that for this reason, I looked at these black crystal veins that jingled to the ground because they lost their will to control, and they seemed to be pitiful beings as well. Looking at those minotaurs again, they are really the same as I thought at the beginning, they seem to be honest.

I took out the Stygian Flame, which seems to be the best weapon in the human world, and here it seems to be like a rag. By the time I rushed towards the minotaurs in full form, they were already on their feet one after another.

It's really worthy of being a creature of the divine realm, it's really powerful, and it's really quick to be able to control yourself in the vibration of the soul, but looking at their appearance, it seems that they are still dizzy at this time. What a good opportunity to attack.

As I rushed in front of them, a long black translucent flame began to appear above the Stygian Flame.

"Dark magic, how could it be, aren't you the personal guards of the Angel Legion? Stop, we're on the same side. At this time, the old minotaur was able to shout with full anger. But how could I be influenced by him.

The head of the nearest minotaur fell. The blood of the creatures of the divine realm is no different from that of the creatures of the nether, it is all red. Just cut off the head of this minotaur, and only half of the long flames on the Stygian Flame remained.

The strength of this flesh is really extraordinary.

The reason why my attack didn't continue was not because half of the power above the Stygian Flame had been consumed, but because I thought that the flames above the Stygian Flame had been blocked. It was another minotaur at the front, his head now tilted back, his hands holding a crude weapon in front of his chest to block the flames.

There's really no way, although the Stygian Flame is much better than the one in the hands of the Minotaur, but in essence, there is a gap in appearance that cannot be made up. So I retrieved the Stygian flame and scooped up the dead Minotaur weapon on the ground. Then proceed to the attack.

"Stop, we are actually the spikes planted by the dark god in the light god realm, we are in one camp, can we sit down and talk." The old minotaur said.

It seems that I used the dark magic attribute on the Stygian Flame to mislead him, but what does his misunderstanding have to do with me? So I ignored him and stabbed the seemingly crude weapon in my hand into the heart of another minotaur beside me.

At the cost of a large piece of flesh from my arm being picked off by his weapon, the injury had no effect on me. I looked at the old minotaur, who was now staring at me with red eyes, and yelled at me, "Did you hear me if I told you to stop?" ”

So I picked up the fallen Minotaur weapon and stabbed it into the heart of the other Minotaur again, so that the two weapons I was holding in both hands were now stained with blood.

Sure enough, the soul attack is the most powerful attack, after disturbing the soul, basically a creature is equivalent to losing its control, and killing them at this time is like killing a moving stake.

The old minotaur seemed to be unable to contain his anger anymore after seeing my actions, he roared angrily, and spewed out two white gases from his huge nostrils, and his body began to gradually turn red, and the originally loose skin was quickly pushed up by the protruding muscles, but in the blink of an eye, his body was full of blood.

In my perception, the strength of the old minotaur is almost at the top of the transcendent sainthood. It's no wonder that this is just a small tribe after all, in his own words, they are all spies sent by the Dark God to the Light God Realm, and it is not a good thing that the strength sent is too high.

When I saw him like this, my nerves quickly tensed, and the soul energy in my body quickly became active.