It was too late for Mo Yunfan to stop it, this guy opened his mouth wide, sucking desperately, and in the blink of an eye, his stomach bulged, like a big toad with a bulging belly, floating on the surface of the liquid.

"It's poisonous, don't smoke it!"

Mo Yunfan stopped smoking, stood up and shouted to stop the others.

"Donor, you are really talking nonsense with your eyes open, you have smoked so much and it is fine, we will be poisonous if we smoke. You can't be kind!" The old monk was very angry, and rushed in, like a hungry tiger pounced on food, desperately sucking.

Those Xuannu were also very angry, they all had a certain amount of power, and they could naturally feel the extraordinary spiritual fluid.

Mo Yunfan's performance at this moment made them feel particularly disgusting, and in their eyes, he had completely become a treacherous bastard. It's no wonder that everyone thinks so, watching him get a lot of benefits, but refusing to let others share them, everyone will have ideas.

Dongfang Wan'er was dumbfounded, and Shangguan Wushuang looked at Dongfang Wan'er, as if asking her opinion.

"Shangguan Wushuang, did you say that Mo Yunfan is lying?"

"I don't know, but this guy is very capable, and I don't know if I should trust him?"

"Stupid girl, stay away from Shangguan, and I can't control others. Mo Yunfan couldn't stop it, he was very helpless, he lay down again, and began to smoke quickly.

Since the Hundred Herb Fairy can purify the spiritual liquid, it can't be wasted!

"Ahh

The others were dumbfounded, wondering what was wrong with him?

The old monk was stunned, "Black Tiger, you are too greedy, you have broken your stomach!"

The Flood Desolation Fairy grabbed the Vermilion Bird Xuannu and prevented her from sucking the spiritual fluid like others.

"Don't get close, this spiritual liquid is indeed poisonous, when I go back, I will slowly detoxify it, and then give it to you!"

Xuanwu Xuannu and White Tiger Xuannu all stopped smoking, and looked at the black tiger in amazement, their eyes rolling with him, and their hearts rolling with him.

"Ahh

Xuanwu Xuannu was shocked, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

"No one wants to die, I told you that the spiritual fluid is poisonous, but you just won't listen!" Mo Yunfan shook his head.

"If it's poisonous, why are you okay?" the old monk's fist creaked, "Do you have an antidote? Yes, you must have an antidote." Hurry up and hand over the antidote, or I'll kill you!"

"Bald donkey, don't know what to do. Hurry up and induce vomiting, and heal your wounds!" Mo Yunfan kindly reminded.

The Flood Desolate Fairy sneered: "It's too late, this poison will soon enter the bloodstream when it enters the body, and the toxicity will spread to the whole body with the blood, and the luck will not be forced out at all." ”

Saying that, the Flood Desolation Fairy fluttered, the sword in his hand flashed, and a beautiful leap stabbed at the heart of the black dragon from top to bottom.

Although the black dragon was extremely uncomfortable with poisoning, it was unambiguous in the face of the attack and dodge, and the bones rolled out.

"Flood Fairy, you have fallen into the well! You must not die well!" the black dragon roared.

"Blame you for your bad luck and blame yourself for being suspicious. Someone reminds you that it's poisonous, but you just don't listen. The Flood Desolation Fairy sneered, the sword in his hand rose again, and a rain of swords suddenly flew out, enveloping the black dragon.

"Damn!"

The black dragon roared angrily, and its palms slapped out one after another, and a thick mist like black slime rolled and spread, rumbling in the air.

The rain of swords flew into the black mist, making a crackling sound. Fun read

The black dragon is very powerful, and even in a state of poisoning, it is still terrifying.

But he was poisoned after all, so desperately fighting against the Flood Desolation Fairy, accelerating the poisoning, at this time the poison had already invaded his heart.

Poof, he spurted black blood from his mouth, swaying backwards.

The Flood Desolation Fairy has already moved the killing intent, and it is impossible to stop, brush, brush, brush, and the sword shadow is rampage, lawless.

Puff puff......

Terrible wounds were left on the black dragon's body, blood splattered, and his eyes widened unwillingly, and he fell to the ground with a clatter.

As his body died, more than a thousand thoughts flew out of his body, all the size of fists, crystal full.

"Sure enough, he is a spiritual cultivation powerhouse, and he actually has a thousand thoughts!"

The Flood Desolation Fairy rumbled, and suddenly slapped a palm, scattering these thoughts, and many thoughts were directly smashed.

Mo Yunfan flew over, and Yuehua's big handprint flew out, sweeping five hundred thoughts like a wind, and quickly suppressed them in the Soul Refining God Domain!

"You dare to suppress these thoughts! The black dragon is a powerhouse in the realm of ghosts and immortals, and his strength is not something you can compete with. Destroy all these thoughts, and leave one behind a curse!"

The Flood Desolation Fairy roared and attacked quickly, shattering the idea of wandering in the air.

The black tiger was originally suppressed and could not release the law phase, and could not release a single thought, but now the physical body was destroyed, the suppressed seal of the thought was unbroken, and all the thoughts flew out of the body.

Of course, the power of these thoughts is still suppressed pitifully, otherwise, with the realm of spiritual cultivators and ghosts, with one palm, he can shoot a strong person like Mo Yunfan dozens of miles away!

"Oh, it's actually a master of the Ghost Immortal Realm, and I can't let go of his thoughts. Don't worry, since I dare to suppress him here, there is a way to refine him!"

"Mo Yunfan, Fairy of the Flood Desolation, you will all die well!"

One after another, the faint phantoms of the black dragon flew in the air and roared, constantly launching weak attacks.

A phantom is the embodiment of a thought, hundreds of such phantoms are dangling in the air like ghost shadows, but they can't gather! This makes the black dragon very angry, the power of one thought is naturally not as strong as the power of many thoughts combined. This is equivalent to a strong team being divided and weakened greatly.

And although Mo Yunfan's strength was also weakened, his divine soul was suppressed to a limited extent, in comparison, he was much stronger than the black dragon at this time.

No matter how angry the black dragon was, those suppressed thoughts were refined by Mo Yunfan one by one in the Divine Soul Purgatory.

Although these thoughts are small, their power is not inferior to Mo Yunfan's own thoughts. His thoughts increased by five hundred, and the power of the Divine Soul Dao swelled with it.

"Damn, damn it, Mo Yunfan, you can't die well!"

The black dragon phantom in the air fled in all directions, scolding.

He found that Mo Yunfan was actually more terrifying than the Flood Desolation Fairy. The other thoughts of the Flood Desolation Fairy to smash all his thoughts will inevitably consume too much mana, and they may not be able to crush it cleanly. But Mo Yunfan is different, he is completely naked plundering, refining other people's thoughts into his thoughts.

Robbers, bandits!

If it was in the outside world, he might still be able to break free from Mo Yunfan's suppression, and it would be impossible for him to be easily refined by Mo Yunfan, but here, he couldn't do anything, and he had no cultivation!

"You don't have to scold! Anyway, the Flood Desolation Fairy didn't plan to let you go, since you must die, why waste your cultivation!" Mo Yunfan smiled evilly, not feeling that he was treacherous and vicious.

In this situation, if he falls into such a field, there is no need to ask, the strong people here will also scratch his mind!

In the face of powerful characters, you can't be soft in the slightest!