Perhaps because he didn't want Mi Yang and the others to see his weak side, Wan Yiming quickly continued: "And I met the one in Niutou Mountain a month after I took over as the person in charge of the Duobao Pavilion in Bluestone City. ”

"It's said that it's an acquaintance, but in fact, it's just a meeting of the other party once, at that time, the battle situation was not as stable as it is now, and there were often ghost creatures who crossed the Nuchuan River alone and ran to Yuzhou, and even other states to make trouble."

"I still remember that day when I was sitting here healing, the people below suddenly came over and told me that a few days ago, there was a big battle near Niutou Mountain, and until now there are still suspected powerful ghosts."

"Originally, this kind of thing should have been under the care of the city lord's mansion, but at the beginning, the situation on the front line was critical, and a city lord like Luo Xu in the Spirit Realm had a transfer task, and it happened that it was his turn that time, so at that time, there was only me, a great monk, in the entire Bluestone City."

"Although I'm not the city lord, I can't ignore this situation, so I set off to Niutou Mountain to check the situation."

"After the past, although I didn't find any traces of ghosts, the situation in Niutou Mountain at that time was really wrong, it was too quiet, not to mention the sound of birds and beasts, not even the sound of insects."

"After noticing that something was wrong, I also lifted my spirits and probed more and more carefully, and nothing happened until I reached Niutou Village."

"It wasn't until I arrived in Niutou Village that things changed, I first found a large number of traces of the battle outside Niutou Village, a large number of destroyed trees, and upturned soil, all of which told me that there was indeed a big battle here, and I found some scarlet blood stains on the edge of the battle, judging from the residual breath on the bloodstains, it belonged to the high-level ghost clan black devil."

"Is the black devil very powerful" Mi Yang found that Wan Yiming was faintly excited when he talked about the black membrane, so he asked with some curiosity.

Wan Yiming glanced at Mi Yang, and said in a low voice: "The black devil is a kind of flesh and blood high-level ghost clan in the ghost world, they have a special ability curse, in the battle, they can rely on this ability to make people weak, become crazy, not strong enough, and even directly weakened to death, which is a rather tricky ability." ”

"To be honest, with my situation at the time, let alone encountering a black devil with a higher realm than me, even if I meet a black devil with the same realm as me, it will definitely be me who dies, and judging from the battle scene here, Professor He Ren's dark devil realm will definitely not be lower than me."

"Just when I was thinking of retreating, and I was about to go back and report the situation here, so that the Alliance could send a more powerful monk to solve it, that one appeared."

"His tall body was surrounded by black gas, and his bloody eyes were like that, just standing on the other side of the arena and quietly watching me."

"At that time, the moment I saw the other party, my first reaction was that the black devil appeared, and my heart suddenly tightened, and the second thought was to run, because judging from the momentum exuded by the other party, I am definitely not the opponent of the other party."

However, just as I was about to turn around and run away, the other person spoke: "Help me"

To be honest, I could hear the pleading question in the other person's voice, but at that time, I was only deliberately disguised by the other party, so I ignored it and turned around and ran.

However, I had only just taken two steps when the voice behind me, which had been calm, suddenly became sharp and high: "Hahaha, what a powerful flesh and blood, become my sacrifice."

It was at the moment when this voice came that the ground began to shake, and at the same time, a strong sense of crisis surrounded me like a haze. ”

When he said this, Wan Yiming looked at Mi Yang and Tian Xiang again, and chuckled: "I'm not afraid of your jokes, just one blow, the treasure I used to protect myself was knocked away, and I was also seriously injured by the Tianshu root with a touch of scarlet blood, I originally had unfinished injuries in my body, and under the injury and injury, I almost lost all my combat effectiveness at that time, and I just barely stood up with one breath."

After listening to Wan Yi Ming's words, Mi Yang had new doubts in his mind, what Ming said was different from what he understood

Mi Yang didn't have much confusion about the tall figure, Lao Lin Tou's wife once said that Lao Lin Tou used to be very good-looking, in case Ming saw maybe it was what Lao Lin Tou used to look like.

But the strength is asymmetrical

Beauty and the seven tree roots that were manipulated by only the black shadow before, even if they were stronger than ordinary cultivators in the subtle realm, they couldn't reach the point of crushing, let alone compared to the great cultivators of the spirit realm.

After the fusion, the old forest head is much stronger, but it is impossible to seriously injure Wan Yiming with one blow

You must know that Wan Yiming is a genuine Great Monk of the Spirit Realm, and he is not a soft-footed shrimp that people can knead at will.

"Were you already weak enough at that time," Miyang asked, looking at Wan Yiming.

Wan Yiming shook his head: "No, although I had injuries on my body at the time, after a month of recuperation, I have actually recovered most of them, although the residual injuries have an impact on my own strength, but it is not very large, otherwise I would not know that there may be powerful ghosts in Niutou Mountain."

In this case, I rushed to go there alone to check the situation. ”

"The reason why I was seriously injured by that blow, the injury in my body is a reason, but it is only a small reason, the most important thing is that the realm of that person himself is a small realm higher than me."

After listening to the other party's explanation, Mi Yang did not continue to ask questions, but there were still doubts in his heart, judging from the performance of Wan Yiming on the first floor, the other party should be the cultivation of the early stage of agility, according to what the other party said, the cultivation of the old forest head is a small realm higher than the other party, that is, the middle stage of agility.

However, the great monk in the middle stage of agility, Mi Yang had seen it before coming to Fangtian World, it was an important high-level member of the Ghost Alliance who was attached to Liu Dazhuang's body, if Tang Qing hadn't followed him at that time, he and Tian Xiang would probably have died at the hands of the other party.

The difference in strength between the other party and them is completely overwhelming, and they can't even resist if they want to.

Even if his strength has increased greatly now, just with him, Tian Xiang and three steamed buns, it is very good to be able to save his life with fifty percent certainty in the hands of the other party, and it is to save his life rather than defeat the other party

It is basically impossible to defeat the opponent, unless there is a major breakthrough in their strength, there is a possibility of defeating the opponent.

But Lao Lin Tou didn't give him this feeling of invincibility, otherwise Mi Yang wouldn't continue to attack Lao Lin Tou later, and chased the other party all the way.

Seeing that Mi Yang and Tian Xiang had no intention of continuing to ask, Wan Yi Ming continued: "Just when I thought I was dead, Tianshu Gen suddenly stopped attacking.

At the same time, the voice of the other person sounded behind him: "You go quickly", and the other party's voice was no longer sharp and high just now, but full of suppressed pain.

Tenshugen stopped attacking me, and even if the other party didn't remind me, I would have taken the opportunity to leave, but when I heard the painful reminder from the other party, I hesitated.

And it was my hesitant kung fu that changed again.

"As long as I suck up the flesh essence from his body, I can repair the injury"

"I don't want to kill"

"I've killed fewer people?"

"I'm a Patronus, not a Yokai"

"I killed those who made me a patron saint, and they nourished me"

The voice of extreme restraint and suppression, the voice of extreme madness and tyranny, came from the same mouth, and there seemed to be two souls living in that body, but both souls were himself. ”