"The lives of your subordinates are not to be spared, and you are an incompetent leader as a leader." Shaking his head, a faint devouring aura emerged from him, but Mo Chen's face did not change, and he smiled: "Try a new trick with you?"

The ghostly light cascaded in circles, converging on the inside of his heart, like a black hole that devoured people. Many ordinary-level weasels rolled over, only to hear Mo Chen shout, "It's good to come." ”

The faint light spread rapidly, forming a curtain of light with a radius of two meters outside his body. The weasels slammed into the light curtain, and their energy and even their lives were suddenly lost, and this chaotic energy was swallowed into Mo Chen's body, and the weasel that lost its life turned into a fresh corpse.

Many weasels roared from afar, they were not without intelligence, and the fear of seeing the death of their companions was spontaneous. An eerie ghost light is devouring the lives of fellow soldiers, this is the devil's trick, this is the scythe of death.

"It's so faint energy, it can't even compare to an elite-level beast, but it's really messy." The devouring system had this function when he entered the second realm, but he didn't care about it at the time, and he didn't really discover it until a few days ago, this trick is very invincible, and any beast energy that touches the devouring light curtain will be ruthlessly devoured, but there is also a fatal flaw.

The weasel of the elite beast king was annoyed, and the lightning speed hit the devouring light curtain headlong, and the miserable sound did not come as expected, but the light curtain clicked and shattered into a spider web, and after a second of stagnation, it completely dissipated into energy.

Devouring light curtain is also a kind of protective shield, but this protective shield does not have much defense, and if you encounter a beast with strong brute strength, this light curtain will not have much effect.

"It does have the strength of an elite king." Convergent devouring system, Mo Chen took a step forward, and naturally performed a soaring step under his feet. With a flicker of footsteps, the dazzling ghost shadow slowly rose in the sight of many weasels, holding the Dharma seal with both hands at the same time, the left hand crossed the palm, and the right hand Xiaoxinggang fist.

This wedge was no more than two meters long, and it was a small man among the elite beasts Mo Chen had seen, because the wedge was a bamboo-like mammal, small in size, with a long torso, and it looked very uncoordinated.

Ao Tianbu wandered beside the cunning weasel, but Mo Chen didn't do it for a long time, the reason was one of the weasel's stunts - fart.

The weasel's fart is really loud, a fart smokes the opponent and can't find the north, and some of the poor resistance faints directly, and I don't know if this cunning weasel has inherited the weasel's tricks.

The cunning wat hovered around Mo Chen's side, not caring about the life and death of Erlang on the ground, its ruthless eyes staring coldly at the insects in front of him.

After a few breaths, the cunning weasel suddenly attacked, its slender body bowing its body like an arrow, and then its footsteps swept violently, and its astonishing speed quickly skyrocketed several times under the blessing of its strong physique.

The cunning with short arms and legs is abnormally violent, it has sharp fangs, it has the aggression of the second African brother, and it is not afraid to wear shoes with bare feet.

The tense body shot out suddenly, Mo Chen's afterglow was more cautious, the cross palm pinched in his left hand burst out, the suffocating wind pressure swept over the cunning, and the feminine true qi erupted in mid-air with the sharpest sonic boom.

Bang!

A palm slapped on the body of the cunning weasel, and the hair of the cunning weasel blown by the wind of the cross palm fell in all directions, but it was like a breeze blowing the hair up for a moment, shaking its body and brightening up its hostile eyes.

"What an amazing beast." Feeling the tingling pain in his palm, Mo Chen gasped, looked at the hot palm, frowned, and said, "It is really a strange beast that can train fur into a weapon like a needle prick."

The foxy fur pierced three small mosquito-sized holes in the palm of his hand, and it didn't take a few seconds for blood to drip down the lines of the palm towards the fingers, and the smell of blood made the surrounding weasels extremely excited.

Mo Chen couldn't help but be upright, the hair of the cunning ferret should only be cultivated by a few like acupuncture, and the rest are supple, if you look at the acupuncture-like hair, it is not difficult to observe, but there is still a layer of cross palm under this acupuncture that can't hurt the skin in the slightest.

The cunning weasel showed off its might like a victory, roaring to announce its strength, a faint energy glowing slightly on the earthy yellow hair, and the speed of teleportation suddenly flashed to Mo Chen's right side, and violently struck a claw.

Seeing this, Ao Tianbu eagerly dodged, and the cunning weasel's claws were still about a centimeter away from Mo Chen's cheek, which could dodge it, but Mo Chen found a pain on his face, and the hot liquid flowed.

With a touch of his hand, he found that a scratch of about three centimeters appeared on his face unconsciously, and stared at the cunning weasel in surprise, that was its attack just now? But how can he still be injured even though he has already escaped?

"That's ......" The earthy yellow light on the cunning weasel was in full view, and he took a deep breath to release the horror in his heart, Mo Chen couldn't help but quietly spread the plague into the air, laying a heavy net of heaven and earth.

That's right, that's the true qi, the true qi of the cunning.

The cunning is not human, but it has the same true qi as a human, but this true qi is not so pure, very chaotic, very manic, just like the ghoul and the original beast, this hostile "true qi" also has a very high destructive power.

After discovering this secret of the cunning weasel, he didn't plan to give the cunning a chance to escape, because no matter how the cunning weasel learned to cultivate like a human, it was undoubtedly an outlier among the alien beasts.

"You surprised me, I was going to kill you, but your surprise made me give up on the idea, I tried to ...... Don't kill you by mistake. ”

The moment the eagle talon came out, the cunning weasel hesitated, and what it saw was not a person performing martial arts, but a huge eagle probing the claw.

The eagle is the natural enemy of the weasel, no matter how brutal and invincible it is on the ground, the eagle probe is deadly to them, and no weasel is indifferent to this ferocious bird of prey.

The weasels scattered as birds and beasts, and they were more afraid of the attack of the eagles than the punishment of the chief, and instinctively fled.

As the eagle claw approached, the cunning weasel suddenly turned his back to Mo Chen, hissing bursts of turbid stench leaking out.

Mo Chen choked, the pungent smell almost turned his nose into a waste product, this smell was like a variety of chemicals acting at the same time in a chemical laboratory, the mixed smell wafted into the nostrils, and tears and snot rolled for a while.

Wow!

The stomach turned over the river and the sea, and he vomited seven meat and eight vegetables.

The palm of the hand poked out, and the plague continued to overflow.

(End of chapter)