"Golden-clawed Sable Bear, you were originally just an ordinary mink bear, but thanks to the favor of the Heavenly Dao, you have given birth to spiritual wisdom cultivation for thousands of years, and today you have been promoted to a seventh-order spirit beast, which can be described as gratifying."

Mo Wentian pondered for a while, and then said: "Your ancestor originated from Xiong Zu, it is better to be surnamed Xiong, and the generation is based on cultivation, you are the first spirit beast to be promoted to the seventh order in the Spirit Beast Hall, and the cultivation in the Jindan period is considered a golden generation!" As for the last word of the name......"

Speaking of this, Mo Wentian seemed to be a little embarrassed, pondered for a moment, and continued: "Your speed is as fast as lightning, and in an instant, it is several miles, and in the world, the mink bear is also called the flying bear, so the flying word is the last word of the name. ”

"Xiong Jinfei?" The golden-clawed marten muttered to himself, he didn't feel like it, he only felt that it seemed to be extremely fresh, but his mouth was grateful to Dade and said: "The head of the family has given him a great grace, Jin Fei is toothless and unforgettable, Jin Fei is willing to swear to the death for this door, if there is any order, go to the soup and go to the fire, and the liver and brain are all gone." ”

Mo Wentian frowned slightly, although the spirit beasts were all spiritual, but after the tame of the sect's spirit beast park, it was as if he had been forcibly programmed by the system, and he was determined to die for the sect, and he would not disobey the orders of the head of the sect for half a point, of course he would not doubt the loyalty of the golden-clawed marten bear.

But it's just an ordinary thing to take a name, the golden-clawed mink bear seems to have received great favor, not only singing praises of virtue, but also showing loyalty, which is inevitably a little flamboyant, Mo Wentian can't help but think of the disciple Qian Yucheng of the sect, it can be seen that not only are people's personalities different. The same is true for spirit animals.

At this time, the golden-clawed mink bear Zhengjue spoke freshly, as if he was opening the conversation, and shook his head and said: "The demons in the ghost cave are all based on their own essence and blood, and even the divine consciousness Shouyuan, etc., have begun to sacrifice spirit ghosts from the Qi refining period, and the vitality of these demons and monsters is endless, and the soul of the spirit and ghost will not be extinguished, which can be described as extremely difficult to deal with." ”

Speaking of this, his voice became flattering, and he smiled: "If it weren't for the head of the sect to promote Dafa." Kill the Heavenly Demon Sect's Demon Evil Son. Jin Fei may not be the opponent of the eighth-order ghost general, where can he stand in front of the head intact. ”

Although Mo Wentian listened to his noise, the dangers of that battle were full of dangers, and now he thinks about it. I couldn't help but reach out and touch the back of my neck. I still feel a little chilly. Although there was no damage, the 200-year-old longevity was in vain.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "Among the countries of the Border Desolate Spirit Domain. It is rumored that the Seven Saints of the Heavenly Demon Sect are the young talents of the Great Rong Kingdom, and they are as famous as the Thirteen Taibao of the Seven Star Hall of the Great Qin State, but from what they have heard and seen today, the Seven Star Hall is in vain, and although the Thirteen Taibao Zhenjun is powerful, it is far inferior to the Devil Sage. ”

The golden-clawed marten bear shook his millstone-like head, and laughed loudly: "Master, that rumor may not be unreasonable, there are thirteen Taibao in the Seven Star Palace, but there are only seven of the Seven Great Holy Sons of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and the sum of the thirteen people is the same as the seven people, and the Seven Saints of the Heavenly Demon can be regarded as one against two, so it is naturally more powerful than the Thirteen Taibao." ”

"I see, it's just a simple arithmetic problem, and I didn't think of this layer." As if he was awakened by a word, Mo Wentian's face immediately changed.

The golden-clawed mink bear was approved by the master, and it seemed to be very proud, and he deliberately said: "Back then, the golden flying entrenched in Shaoling City, plundering the monks with the ghost cave, I heard them talk about it, the ghost demon son is the only son of the demon true monarch, and he cultivates the longevity of the supernatural power yin wind and ghost qi to absorb living beings, and he has a ghost king cloak, which is considered a semi-spiritual treasure, which can shield the divine sense from killing people silently, and its weirdness makes people unguardable, and this person's strength ranks fourth among the seven saints of the heavenly demons." ”

"The Cloak of the Ghost King?" When Mo Wentian heard it speak, he couldn't help but grab his left hand on the ground, put the black cloak in front of his eyes, and stared at it with his eyes, only to feel that it was nothingness, as if his eyes did not exist in his hands, and immediately released his divine sense to sense, but his spiritual sense was trapped in the darkness, and he couldn't detect anything.

Mo Wentian 'Huh', put the ghost king's cloak on his body, silently operating his mana, a burst of black light appeared on the cloak, and a ghostly black mist lingered around, gradually blurring all over his body, until he completely disappeared in the air.

A big living person disappeared out of thin air in front of his eyes, and the golden-clawed marten bear was also stunned, and he exclaimed: "It's really a good baby, the head of the house gets this ghost king cloak, it's like a tiger with wings, if anyone dares to go against the head, he can be put to death in an instant, so that he can know what the mantis arm is to block the car, how can the candle flame win glory with the bright sun." ”

The golden-clawed marten opened its mouth and gushed endlessly, and the words were spoken like a tide, without the slightest blushing and panting, and was singing proudly, when suddenly it felt that the top of its head sank, as if it was pressed by a huge mountain, and the strength of the ten thousand jun made it difficult for its mouth to open, and the sound stopped abruptly.

On the head of the golden-clawed mink bear, Mo Wen stood with his hands like a mountain in the abyss, and the ghost king's cloak lost its function of concealing its tracks without the concentration of mana, and hunted in the wind.

"It's really a good baby, if you wear this ghost king cloak, others don't want to watch this seat."

Mo Wentian let out a sigh of admiration, a hint of joy appeared on his face, and the golden-clawed mink bear at his feet seemed to want to pat the horse's ass, but he couldn't open his mouth at all, and could only let out a whining sound aggrievedly.

Mo Wentian snorted coldly, jumped down in mid-air, and the golden-clawed mink bear only felt a light on the top of his head, and immediately opened his mouth and said: "The head of the sect is really boundless, just a light kick, it makes Jin Fei bow his head unspeakably, it is simply an unseen and unheard of supernatural power." ”

Mo Wentian shook his head slightly, saying that the nature of the country is easy to change, people are still like this, and the spirit beast is no exception, and the golden-clawed marten bear is afraid that it is by nature, and his voice said helplessly: "Xiong Jinfei, you have been promoted to a seventh-order spirit beast, is the talent skill you comprehend just a sycophant?" ”

"Not really!"

As soon as the Golden-clawed Sable Bear finished saying this, his voice became a strange laugh, which seemed to come from the Netherworld, the language of communication in the underworld, and ordinary people could not understand it at all, just like a dead ghost general.

A strange and unpredictable black mist lingered around, the yin wind and ghosts rose suddenly, a black shadow like a demon god was cast on the ground, a ghost general floated in the air, the top of his head flashed with sharp horns like a scimitar, the empty eye sockets were embedded in the hideous face, two black ghost fires jumped in it, dragging a black big knife in his hand, which contained boundless death, as if to cut off the vitality of all things in the world.

"It's ......"

Mo Wentian's expression was immediately sluggish, but it was only a moment before he came to his senses, and immediately exclaimed, "Necromantic Illusion Dafa? ”

As if in response to his inference, the ghost general floating in mid-air suddenly let out a burst of laughter, which seemed to be extraordinarily proud, but the sound was too strange, and it was indescribably weird and uncomfortable to fall on people's ears.

"Luck is good, it should be with the help of the ghost general's death qi, so that you can spy on the consciousness of the necromancy, and comprehend this talent, the Necromantic Transformation Dafa is not a combat skill, it is not very helpful when it is against the enemy, but it is extremely useful in some times."

Mo Wentian couldn't help but exclaim, he had heard of the Necromantic Illusion Dafa, although it was a kind of illusion in the category, but it was several times stronger than the ordinary illusion that only had the effect of blinding the eyes, because ordinary illusion could not hide the natal breath, and the Necromantic Illusion Dafa could be a real simulacrum, integrated with heaven and earth, and fully possessed all the characteristics of the things that were transformed.

If you want to talk about defects, it must be that the caster cannot transform the living beings, can only kill the living beings, and absorb the undead of the deceased, and after the sacrifice, he can transform into the appearance of the deceased, and has all the supernatural powers of the deceased before his death. Moreover, the necromantic illusion acts against the sky, and the mana consumed is extremely huge, but it cannot be cast for a long time.

The ghost general floating in the air, let out a strange scream, it seems to be a slurred word, obviously after this talent, the golden-clawed marten bear fully has the characteristics of a ghost general, a mouth is a ghost crying wolf-like sound, but how can it bear it?

Immediately, the black mist churned for a while, and returned to its original appearance, and with a 'boom', its limbs were coiled on the ground, and it opened its mouth and roared: "That ghost-like vocal cords are not fully developed, as long as you open your mouth, it is a strange scream, which is really a little unpleasant." ”

Speaking of this, its big head suddenly flickered, and it said freely: "The head of the sect now has the cloak of the ghost king, and Jin Fei is transforming into a ghost general to complement each other, if others don't know, they still think that the head is the ghost saint." ”

Speaking of this, it continued: "Tianyi Zhenjun, the two heads of the Xiantian Sect and the thirteen Taibao of the Seven Star Palace, are all things that do not know how to lift, although Tianyi Zhenjun is not easy to deal with, but the thirteen Taibao are all clowns who jump off the beam, as long as the head disguises himself as the Devil Saint Son and quietly destroys two or three of them, others will only blame the Heavenly Demon Sect, and no one will suspect our Wuji Gate." ”

The golden-clawed marten bear's eyes lit up, looking at the Xingyue Zhenjun who was unconscious on the ground, and said with a smile: "As for this young hall master of the Seven Star Palace, he doesn't need to have too many scruples, whether it is to rape first and then kill?" Or kill first and rape later? It's not at the disposal of the master, as long as the hands and feet are secretive, they can be blamed on the Heavenly Demon Sect, and it has nothing to do with my Wuji Sect. ”

Mo Wentian listened to it talk endlessly, the more he said, the more unbearable it became, the more outrageous it became, it was full of some crooked and evil ideas, his face couldn't help but sink, and he scolded: "It's really noisy!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he rolled up his long sleeves and put the golden-clawed mink bear in the beast control bag, and suddenly felt that the world was pure. (To be continued......)