Du Chun abruptly released the White Tiger Martial Spirit, and the terrifying killing intent swept the hill with a whimpering sound.

"With me, Hugh is going to be presumptuous!"

A white light flew from fifty meters away, and instantly hit Mo Yunfan's side. It can be seen that after Du Chun released the martial spirit, his speed was greatly improved.

"Roar!" A roar like a fierce tiger shook Mo Yunfan's heart, and the black fog around him instantly collapsed.

The white light glittering palm print, with the light and shadow of the white tiger's claws, slapped towards his head.

This palm looks like a palm like a claw, with the thickness of a palm, and the sharpness and fierceness of a claw.

Between the lightning and flint, Mo Yunfan raised his hands to seal it. The explosive power of the second-level martial artist is very terrifying. The peak warrior can burst out with a force of 4,400 jin with martial arts and martial souls, while a first-level martial artist can completely burst a power of 5,000 jin, and a second-level martial artist is even more powerful, and can directly burst out a power of 6,000 jin.

Mo Yunfan belongs to the peak warrior powerhouse, and with the power of the divine soul, the power that bursts out is a little incredible.

Bang, with a loud bang, palms and palms collided, bursting with a large burst of firelight. It was obvious to see Mo Yunfan's body sinking, and he was already kneeling on one knee.

But Du Chun did not have the slightest joy, but his heart trembled violently.

You must know that he is a second-level martial artist, and he has explosive power that can completely crush the peak warrior. However, Mo Yunfan had a hard encounter with him, and he was shocked to find that it was impossible to crush the other party. The other party actually caught his palm!

Blood and tears, still dripping, the violent breath is getting stronger and stronger, Du Chun is so close to Mo Yunfan, there is a feeling of falling into hell. Especially when he looked at Mo Yunfan's blood-red eyes, he almost lost his mind and had a nervous breakdown.

At the moment when his heart trembled, Mo Yunfan's bent body straightened up instantly, and the powerful impact made Du Chun retreat two meters backwards.

"A second-level martial artist is nothing more than that!"

Mo Yunfan opened his mouth and let out a piercing howl, and the black mist swirled, quickly entangled Du Chun's White Tiger Martial Soul.

"Not good!"

Du Chun exclaimed, burst out with even more violent power, and slapped palm after palm, forming a wave of eight desolate palms, overlapping like mountains, pressing on Mo Yunfan's body.

Mo Yunfan was forced to retreat continuously, received a palm in his chest, and opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

The blood was as enchanting as a rose in the black mist, and the unclear spirit in the black mist opened its mouth to swallow the blood, and then something terrible happened!

As the divine soul swallowed a mouthful of blood spurting out of Mo Yunfan's mouth, flames like leaves fell from the air one after another.

The flames fell to the ground, but they did not burn the leaves, flowers and trees, but only bloomed with bright and bewildering fire.

Du Chun struggled hard, and led the white tiger to break out of the black mist encirclement, and quickly retreated backwards.

The demonic flames flew after him, and the White Tiger Martial Spirit let out a terrified roar, as if he had seen a terrible demon.

"What the hell is this?"

Although Du Chun didn't know what the flame was, he didn't even burn the real thing, but he felt its horror and hurriedly retreated with the White Tiger Martial Spirit.

"You can't run!"

Mo Yunfan rushed forward quickly, the black mist wrapped around him, and those flames began to spin and fly in the black mist.

Suddenly, many flames combined, forming a large ring of fire.

The circle of fire swished out, looking like a wild horse, trapping the White Tiger Martial Spirit.

In an instant, the icy chill was transmitted from the martial soul to Du Chun's body, and Du Chun trembled violently and let out an angry roar. That's right, the flame is cold!

"Get out of here!"

He shook his fist violently, and his fist style was extremely domineering, wanting to tear the flame ring apart.

However, it was no longer possible, in the void, the illusory water rippled, and the White Tiger Martial Spirit was forcibly pulled into an unknown realm.

The unknown is relative to Du Chun, Mo Yunfan naturally knows that the White Tiger Martial Spirit has been taken to his Divine Soul Purgatory!

Originally, Mo Yunfan was not sure at all that he would lock such a powerful White Tiger Martial Soul into purgatory, but the Divine Soul created an even more powerful chain for him, locking the powerful Martial Soul into the Divine Soul Purgatory!

The black mist curled up, the flames disappeared eerily, and the white tiger was already trapped in the Divine Soul Purgatory.

Du Chun felt the same as the White Tiger Martial Spirit, he seemed to see a boundless dark world, but in the world, there were fireworks that kept falling from the sky.

The fireworks fell on the white tiger, and the martial soul on the white tiger's body was bright, and a piece was burned. The white white tiger soon had many huge black spots on its body.

The white tiger roared in terror and went on a rampage, crashing against the dark cliffs, crashing against the sulphur-dripping rocks, and falling into the lake that rolled like a lava lake.

Sometimes it's cold, sometimes it's scorching. It's like suffering from the damage of ice and fire.

The White Tiger Five-Rank Martial Soul, the martial soul of the second-level martial artist, is very powerful. Even so, in the purgatory of the divine soul, he was still stripped of his skin and cramped, and he was tortured. Screams like ghosts wafted through the purgatory of the gods.

Du Chun had already convulsed in pain and fell to the ground.

Mo Yunfan was indifferent and ruthless, his blood-red eyes dripping with blood were extremely hideous and terrifying.

His two black hands, the Devil's Hand, were ten fingers like sharp knives.

fluttered, ten fingers pierced his chest, and blood splattered from Du Chun's chest, spraying his face.

He didn't care, the thrill of killing his enemies made him let out an unpleasant roar, followed by a whimpering sound of pain.

Boundless hatred rose along his fingers, and a heart was forcibly pulled out of Du Chun's chest, and the heart was still beating vigorously between his ten fingers.

Du Chun let out a final roar of pain, his eyes full of horror.

"You...... Not a human ......"

Mo Yunfan raised the sky and roared.

"You're right, I'm a demon, a demon that eats you wicked. ”

His howl was desolate, filled with hatred like the sea, and rolled like a tide.

The few people who ran away and Mo Gan turned around and saw Mo Yunfan viciously pulling out Du Chun's heart, and their legs were weak with fright.

Many people look back from time to time and find an even more frightening scene.

Mo Yunfan actually ate the beating heart in one bite, and blood flowed at the corner of his mouth. This scene directly scared several people into crying and peeing.

"Ah, he's not human......"

"Help!"

There were a few house slaves, overcoming fear, and ran all the way with Mo Gan.

The remaining house slaves tried their best to escape, but their legs did not obey the call, and some of them were already frightened to the point of dit and urine.

"Die, you all have to die!"

Mo Yunfan was immersed in infinite grief and couldn't extricate himself. Resentment is like boundless darkness, and he can only get a little comfort in his soul by killing, killing these people who make him feel extremely disgusted.

Hatred, boundless, pain, he doesn't want to wake up, even if he is a demon, he will not hesitate to do it!

He hated to take out all these brute hearts and eat them, and even so, he couldn't make his heart not hurt!

Whoosh, the black shadow shuttles between the trees, killing in five steps, and extinguishing in ten steps. One after another, several more people were pulled out of their hearts by him. The heart, with a thread of blood, flew in the air.

A few bold house slaves who fled in front of them were almost frightened when they saw this scene.

"Help! Quick, everyone gathered!"

"Quick, save the young master!"

The remaining five people roared, feeling the cold breath behind them getting thicker and thicker, and the cold sweat on everyone's back seemed to have condensed into frost.