Mo Wentian's eyes were confused, and he walked forward with a sluggish expression, as if there was a vague traction in front of him, prompting him to take a step.

At this time, the cloth bag monk looked hideous, and unfolded the rag bag in his hand, and a suction force was pouring out, making Mo Wentian unable to control his body at all.

The other three Jin Dan subordinates of the eighth prince, although they were injured by different Cheng Dù, they all held their breath at this time, and they didn't dare to take a breath at all, let alone attack with their hands, and they woke up this person in a move.

"Boy, hurry up, Prince Ben can't wait."

The eighth prince's face was filled with a hideous look, thinking that if the golden paper mother-in-law had not been abolished at this time, and the zombie Taoist had not died, why bother so much now, after all, these two are his right-hand men, and their strength is still above Mr. Budai and the monk who sent the bell.

The loss of these two people made the eighth prince naturally hateful, and he watched Mo Wentian's every move, with a happy look on his face, as if he was about to take revenge.

It's just strange that this Mo Wentian walked over with a confused expression, but when he was only a foot away from the rag pocket, he suddenly stood still, as if his consciousness had come to his senses.

Seeing this scene, the eighth prince and the others were extremely anxious, and some couldn't wait to say: "Do you want to shoot directly, his divine sense has been confused by this prince now, if we suddenly use a killer, we will definitely be able to kill him by surprise, even if he doesn't die, he will lose half his life." ”

The hatred of the eighth prince was monstrous, but he was afraid that Mo Wentian would be sober. When the time comes, if he is bent on running for his life, but no one can catch up with him, so naturally he must not be let go alive.

Then as soon as his words fell, he saw that Mo Wentian suddenly moved, but what was extremely puzzling was that he took out a gourd in his bag and raised it high in his hand.

This gourd is simple and ordinary, somewhat similar to the space magic weapon of the treasure bag, but in it, a burst of mist is spewed, and the black pressure is like a dark cloud miasma. The tide rushed forward. In an instant, the surrounding area was completely submerged.

The eighth prince and the others were so close that they were caught off guard at all, and they only felt that their consciousness was a little trance in the mist, but they were only blinking their eyes. They all held their breath and stared. All of them came to their senses.

At this time. When they looked up, they saw that Mo Wentian had already put away the gourd, and his expression was as dull as a marionette. Walk straight to the rag pocket until you are completely absorbed into it.

"Good!"

Mr. Budai was extremely excited, and suddenly put the bag in his hand, and said with an excited face: "Eighth prince, fortunately, as long as this kid is in this pocket, he will turn into a pool of blood in a moment." ”

"Okay, boy, you're dead."

The eighth prince also laughed out loud, at this time it was a real revenge, because he knew that Mr. Budai's pocket was powerful, as long as Jindan Zhenjun was put into it, there was no immortality.

It's just a pity for him that he originally wanted to skin and pick up the tendons of this kid and pull out the Yuan Shen to light the sky lantern, but now he lost the fun of torturing him, and immediately said: "Mr. Budai, wait a while, his hands and feet will be turned into a human stick, and he will be tortured when he is released." ”

"Okay, Eighth Prince!"

Mr. Budai immediately understood that as long as he didn't have his hands and feet, he would become a human stick, no matter how powerful this kid was, he would also be a catfish on the board, and he would be slaughtered by himself and others.

"Boy, how does it taste inside?"

With a smug look on his face, Mr. Budai lifted the pocket in his hand and shook it gently, as if he wanted to hear the sound inside.

But when he shook for a long time, there was no sound inside, but in the void not far away, there was a cold voice.

"Mr. Budai, your head is good, how about taking off the night pot?"

As soon as his words fell, Mr. Budai was about to scream that it was bad, when suddenly a mirror light was reflected in front of him, and he immediately felt that his head was like a crack, as if he was cast in an iron mountain, and he could not move even half a minute despite his lifeless struggle.

There was only a 'click', as if it was the sound of bones breaking, Mr. Budai let out a terrible scream, his head actually disappeared from his neck out of thin air, indescribably weird and terrifying, blood sprayed out of his neck, and the headless corpse fell straight to the ground.

"What?"

The eighth prince and the others were immediately terrified, but they saw that the kid was put in a bag, how could it be reversed in a blink of an eye, and Mr. Budai's head seemed to be taken off out of thin air, and he died here inexplicably.

Just when he was a little distracted, there was another Jin Dan Zhenjun next to him let out a terrible scream, and the headless corpse fell into the dust, and the death was miserable and weird, and it was just like Mr. Budai.

"This ...... What kind of supernatural power is this? ”

While the eighth prince was speaking, he felt that his voice was a little trembling, and at this time he had already reacted, that kid was definitely using some kind of trick to let himself and others see an illusion, and the real one was hiding around, and he was using this strange magic power to sneak attack.

"Killing the supernatural powers, killing one qiē enemy, in thousands of troops, taking the head of a strong enemy is like probing for things, killing you local chickens and dogs, it is simply a knife of little use."

In the air, there was Mo Wentian's cold voice, just now he didn't notice it for a while, and he almost hit the eighth prince's way, but fortunately, there were nine ghost water to wash the soul, so he immediately reacted.

However, he was silent, using a soul-absorbing gourd to release a mirage in the sky, and returning the favor with his own way, constructing a short-lived illusion, but let the eighth prince and others unconsciously enter it.

The mirage of this gourd is the accumulation of the ghost mirage and the demon toad, when in the Bishan Great War Xiantianhou, although Mo Wentian had a spiritual weapon as a reliance, but he did not dare to use it in the public at all, and the first battle was simply put to death and then born.

However, luck can only survive for a while, but it can't rely on luck in everything, so he came up with such an idea, collect the mirage spit out by the ghost mirage and demon toad, and release it to affect the divine consciousness at a critical moment, so as to achieve the purpose of using spiritual weapons.

At this time, when he heard the eighth prince ask, Mo Wentian naturally wouldn't burst out of the Flower Picking Holy Mirror, so he made up a name randomly.

However, the eighth prince believed it, and the look on his face was extremely shocked, and he shouted in a lost voice: "Killing supernatural powers? What kind of supernatural power is this? Why has Prince Ben never heard of it? ”

In an instant, a chill sprung up in his heart, if it was really as Mo Wentian said, this magic power could pluck other people's heads at will, then where was his life today? (To be continued......)