The black elf beaver's expression was obviously shocked. The goal he pursued suddenly became the original one.

"Shape change!"

This is a common move between monks and martial spirits. As long as they are within a certain range, the martial soul and the monk can swap positions. This kind of action, as long as the monks step into the realm of martial spirits, can be used when their minds move. However, these actions are usually only done to protect the lives of ordinary martial spirits.

When escaping, using his own strength to drag the enemy, Wu Soul quickly escaped, and then changed the shadow's plan to escape in advance through the form of movement. It's not often that you can use morphology to change shadows in a fight, but it can be a very useful tool in a fight.

The God of Nothingness struck at the two elven swords again, and this time, the two elven swords turned into two wyverns and flew up, while Little Nothingness cleaved the black elf beaver from top to bottom.

In the struggle between experts, short-term panic is fatal. What's more, we couldn't avoid the attack of two people. The black civet can't hide. It roared and rushed into the sky. Its original body soared in vain. A black bead quickly spat out of that mouth. It shook its head and squirted. The black bead broke out of the shell and went straight to the Xiao family.

"Damn it, Saint Dan Beast Spear!" Xiao Wuyou said in surprise.

Holy Beast, the Beast Pill of the Demon Beast, which is all of their essence is, with the Divine Beast of the Beast, the Beast is also known as the Holy Pill, when all the essence of repair is condensed at a point, gushing out in an instant, it will form a powerful attack strength, called the Beast Holy Pill Gun.

It was a deadly attack from the Hallowed Beast, which destroyed the enemy in the light of the cannon, but inflicted severe damage.

Although the Black Spirit Spirit Cat was only an existence at the end of the second level of the Divine Beast, even the third-level Divine Beast could only avoid its blade when using the Divine Beast's Dan Spear. But Xiao Wuyou dived from top to bottom, and the cannon sound was very fast. He did not have time to hide from the attack.

But after the first shock, Xiao Wuyou suppressed his panic. He didn't face a moment of fear twice. In the most dangerous moments, he made a calm judgment, which is a strong foundation.

Seeing that his heart was moving, the void soul disappeared, and the next moment appeared beside him again, one left, one right, one person, and a sword.

"o Not bad!" The little carefree roared. Two black and ferocious demons appear on the surface of the bodies of Little Friends and Nothingness Ghosts. The two purple and black star-chasing swords wrapped around Xiao Wuyou's hands, and they also turned into two purple and black giant swords.

Xiao Wuyou roared, and the two big knives swung at the same time, just hitting the cannon lamp. The light suddenly appeared, illuminating the dark, earth-like day.

As for the black spirit cat, he took the lead and screamed because his back was stabbed into his body by two star-chasing swords, and black blood flowed out.

Finally the white light was gone. The black spirit civet fell to the ground, it struggled to get up, and looked up at the sky, although the white light faded and the night was restored, everything around it, day and night, did not make much difference.

In the middle of the sky, Moko's body has been shattered, and the body of the void spirit has become very unreal. The sword in his hand that chased the stars and the sun had broken its handle. As for the small oil-free, it's not so good. The spirit sword in his hand was already half-broken, his hair was scattered, and his breathing was a little unstable.

However, except for the blood stains at the corners of the mouth, the clothes were clean and there were no wounds to be seen.

Seeing that Xiao Wu had "no hair injury", the black spirit civet whined and fell to the ground, panting incessantly, as if he had given up the fight.

It's not that I don't want to run away, but the world was built by Little Friendless. It can't run away if it wants to. In addition, according to the rules of the Warcraft Forest, it also knows that this human monk cannot commit suicide.

It hung its head, not because it failed to kill Little Friendless, or because it had no way out, but because it thought of such a serious injury, and by the time it was able to recover, it was already the weakest sacred beast in the World of Warcraft forest. Now, its status will become more and more humble.

Xiao Wuyou looked down at his body, and his physical condition was very good. Then he patted his forehead and shouted, "How can I forget this?"

Xiao Wuyou was wearing the old green Silk Road clothes that Silk Guangshuo gave him. Not only could it help him mask the aura of the Void Soul, but it was also a true day-level spiritual tool that could undo most of the damage done to himself.

In normal times, Xiao Wuwu was not interested in these tools of spiritual body protection, because he thought that the strength of the body was the foundation, and this tool of spiritual body protection was only an auxiliary, so he did not deliberately look for these spiritual tools, so he wore the clothes of the ancient Japanese road and let him go.

However, in this war, he finally tested his strength. When he fought against the second-level sacred beast, he still couldn't fall behind, and he still had a slight advantage. However, if the Holy Beast is forced to speed up, even if the power of the Holy Beast's Holy Pill Spear can resist, it will definitely suffer a lot of damage.

In the future, in the face of these sacred beasts, either kill them directly with the power of lightning, or simply not provoke them. Now, Xiao Wu is afraid of this sacred cannon. The sacred beast can make the human monk drool so much. It does have its own reasons.

At this time, Xiao Wu anxiously thought of a solution. The void soul and the eyes of reincarnation are back to **. His breathing slowly returned to normal. When it fell to the ground, he looked at his black macaque, red eyes, and slowly walked towards it.

When the black spirit civet roared and retreated, he thought that Xiao Wu was trying to force him to surrender.

Although it was stipulated in the temple that the Mirror Moon Monks could not hunt the Holy Beasts, they could only give up their own abilities, but before they became the Holy Beasts, especially the black cats, different spirits, their intelligence was no less than that of a normal human, and they had heard of the behavior of the World of Warcraft Forest, from some disciples passing by here.

In this painting, there is a record of the existence of a black civet, but its whereabouts are mysterious. No trace of it has been found for years, so some monks believe that it has been hiding in the bellies of other sacred animals.

Such rumors were of course a good thing for him, so that the other third-rank holy beasts wouldn't always be staring at him, making his actions easier. But today, he was injured like that. Once a human monk has evil intentions, won't he die without justice?

Xiao Wu didn't know what the black spirit cat was thinking. The divine beast cannot speak or understand divine communication. Only after reaching the fifth level can he communicate with other races through divine communication. It is only when he reaches the ninth level that he has the ability to transform.

The Saint-Dan Cannon, a beast used by the Black Spirit Beaver, is already in a very weak state and has two nihilistic movements. Now it is in the most serious state of injury. The two star-chasing swords stuck behind him were still bleeding. If they don't adjust in time, they can be saved by fortune telling, and their achievements may regress.

It takes a lot of time to get the beast to reach the first tier. If you want to go back to the second layer, you don't know how many years it will take.

"Don't move!" Shaw's carefree whispered.

When the black spirit spirit cat's body trembled for a while, he really didn't dare to move half a step further. Other sacred animals may be arrogant or cruel, but the black spirit civet is more afraid of death and timid. No, who said it was the weakest sacred beast in the World of Warcraft forest? I have lived in such an environment all year round, and I only dare to play in those places in World of Warcraft. Actually, what I'm afraid of is my strong temperament.

But fear and submission are two different things. If Little Nothing really wants to kill it or subdue it by force, it will resist. So although it is still, a pair of bright red eyes are always watching the movements of the little five fingers, and the claws have been extended.

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