Morrow's words were sonorous and powerful, and the tone and sound waves spread, and even the surrounding Dao Qianying were startled and drifted some distance behind them.

Wheezing, the blood spilled out of the mottled wound with the rhythm of his body, cut through the skin, dripped from his left finger, and fell into the blooming pink petals below.

"Look for me if you have something, don't lose your temper!" Mo Luo didn't know if these mermaid ghosts could understand it, and whether they were rational or not, so he said to himself.

Mermaids in the case of resentment are generally in a state of rage and will go berserk at any time.

He didn't look up, he was too much to eat, but looked straight ahead, and although his face was pale, at least his lips were a little more rosy, although they were reflected by blood.

Moreau took a step back, however, his back was also full of departing flowers, revealing brilliance, but it did not reveal the ambiguity of color representation, with demonic nature, sucking people's minds.

"Chenyu!"

Mo Luo let out a low sigh, and he saw that Chen Yu, who was lying on the deck and fell into a hallucination, had been wrapped in a corpse at this moment, and his body was paralyzed, and he had been covered, only revealing some of the corners of his clothes, in order to prove Chen Yu's location.

Although the flowers are resentful, unwilling, and angry creatures, they will not immediately take people's lives, they will release fragrances with hallucinogenic factors, and people will hallucinate when they ingest the smell, so as to lose their ability to move and fall into a state of sluggishness.

Moreover, at this moment, coupled with the strange singing of the mermaid's resentful spirit, the two are superimposed, and without defense, there is really no one who can avoid it.

As for the resentful spirits, it is precisely by taking advantage of the hallucination of the flower of death that they come out to harvest, take the lives of one person after another, suck their blood and their souls, so as to continue to cultivate new flowers of death.

It can be said that as long as there is a mermaid resentful spirit, then there must be a departing flower in that place, because the nourishment of the departing flower comes from the resentful spirit, and the resentful spirit keeps the spirit body indestructible, and it is precisely in the departing flower that it is lodged.

Between the two, there is a symbiotic chain of connection.

You can't do without me, I can't do without you, it's all necessary for the other party, and no one can do without anyone.

It's all over the place, and you can imagine how huge the number of mermaids who died because of the legend of flying birds and swimming fish.

Mo Luo shook his head vigorously, and his right hand slammed the mottled wound on his left hand, his face was pale, and beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead, and then he was more sober.

Although the mermaid resentful spirit is no longer singing, the hallucinogenic factor in the fragrance of flowers and flowers cannot be underestimated, you know, these ghosts can forcibly break through the spiritual power shield.

"Traveling can be accompanied by so many departing flowers, and can also create so many strange fogs, I think even if you are a resentful spirit, you should have spiritual intelligence. Moreau breathed back, regained some of his senses, and asked, "Perhaps, we should be able to talk." ”

The figures in front of them wandered each other, each of them was a woman with a superior face, but although they were fluttering, a pair of eyes were empty, as if their souls were broken.

That's right, after all, they are resentful spirits, and it is not surprising that their souls are mutilated because of their resentment.

Slowly turning his head, the floating shadow invariably looked at Mo Luo, whose body was trembling and blood blooming, was stared at by dozens of empty eyes, even Mo Luo felt a burst of creeps, and a cold sweat broke out.

Wheezing violently and exhaling a white mist, he asked with difficulty: "Can you come out and talk, I have chips!"

Poof!

Moreau's body weakened, and he knelt down violently with his feet, crushing a few departing flowers under him, with a painful expression on his face. The mental fluctuations emitted by dozens of resentful spirits jumped into Mo Luo's mind in a daze, cutting his soul.

This is their usual way of attacking, and since they have no entities, they can't do physical damage, so they can only attack through mental fluctuations.

Shatter the target's spirit, cut their souls, suck their resistless souls, make their bodies lose their vitality, and then use the Separation Flower to wash all the nutrients in their bodies and reduce them to flower fertilizer.

However, the stronger the person, the stronger the spiritual resistance, and the greater the soul power, it is still more difficult for them to suck it.

It is precisely because of this that the fragrance of the flower will contain hallucinogenic factors, and even in order to increase the success rate, the mermaids will also sing as much as they can, and the mermaid's singing voice is definitely not low compared to the fragrance of the flower.

As for the pink mist that envelops the entire island, it is the fragrance of the flowers that fills the air, and to catch the prey, you must first besiege the prey.

They didn't seem to speak, and wandered over the Night Phantom, glowing with a pink mist that enveloped the Night Phantom.

Mentally fluctuating, they ignored Morrow's negotiation request and directly launched all-round coverage and launched a group attack.

"Damn, don't these demons understand people?what's coming at me, don't implicate anyone else!" Morrow was so angry that his breath trembled, and his eyes roared. He heard the painful wails of the crew in the cabin, even if it was separated by a layer of wooden planks, how could this physical object block the invisible fluctuations.

Under the all-round coverage, almost all the surviving pirates in the cabin let out a wail, and when they gathered together, they even resounded in the sky.

Moreau struggled to his feet, desperately blazing with flames that were scorching, surging, roaring.

The blazing flames turned Moreau into a burning fireman, and the spreading heat wave instantly burned the Scattering Flowers around Moreau, and even the fog floating in the air was dispersed for more than ten meters.

Under the blazing firelight, Chen Yu prostrate his body, looking up at the pink sky, a pair of eyes as if he had lost his soul, hollow.

"Chen Yu?" Mo Luo was shocked, what kind of illusion could make Chen Yu trick and show this kind of expression, this is simply, too unbelievable.

Please don't forget, Chen Yu is also able to control the illusion and subdue him, so you can see how terrifying these resentful spiritual powers are.

Morrow pursed his lips, stained the blood on the corners of his lips, which made the whitening lips look better, stepped forward, spread his right hand forward, and waved the back half of the silhouette.

The raging flames turned into fiery lines that pierced through the Fallen Flowers, tearing a hole open and opening a flame passage to the ship's cabin.

The Night Charm was not harmed, because it was not the real flames that were burning, but Moreau's spiritual power, and with a certain degree of control, Moreau could make the Night Charmer 100% immune.

One by one, the wraiths floating above the Night Charmer turned around, opened their hollow eyes, stared straight ahead, and the ghostly light bloomed, and there were invisible fluctuations spreading.

"Poof!"

Mo Luo coughed up a mouthful of blood mist on the spot, the resentful spirit attack was unguardable, this kind of non-material means that pierced everything and directly attacked the human soul was simply the biggest slaughtering weapon.

As for their thoughts, Moreau understood, the reason why he didn't do it immediately just now was entirely because Moreau's spiritual power was huge, and he had a strong mortal cultivation as a foundation, and his soul would naturally be stronger than ordinary people.

forcibly obliterated, it is better to choose to use the fragrance of flowers to confuse him, gradually temper his sharpness, and tear towards despair step by step.

It's just that they forgot that although the hallucinogenic factor of the Death Flower is strong, it has lost the blessing of their mermaid singing, and Moreau, with this piercing pain that constantly scratches his elbow, can completely keep his consciousness awake.

Moreover, although the spiritual power in the body is as heavy as the mud, it does not mean that it cannot be mobilized, it is only a matter of time, and the resentful spirits have given Mo Luo time.

Now that the spiritual power has been buffered and turned into a raging fire, Morrow, in addition to his weak body and pale face, the spiritual power in his body has been running unimpeded.

The strength of the mortal realm has been able to explode with all its strength at this moment.