"What? It's so insidious here, is the polar fruit still not real?" Beidou Qingyun listened to Mo Han's words, his whole body was shocked, and he hurriedly checked his body. Sure enough, as Mo Han said, the vitality in his body is disappearing every moment, although it is only a trace of disappearing every time, but it is also disappearing. Before, he had always thought that it was because of the illusion that his cultivation was suppressed. But now that Mo Han checked, he found out what kind of fucking illusion this was, this was obviously Chiguoguo's "demonic" Dao absorption.

"No, Mo Han, you have to quickly find a way to leave, or a way to break through this fog, otherwise the loss of vitality will cause permanent damage to us!"

"The damage is yours, not mine, why am I in a hurry to find a way to leave and break through the fog, and wait for the master to be in a better mood. Mo Han shrugged indifferently and wandered through the gray mist as if he were walking slowly.

"I said old man Dugu, how long has it been here, haven't you been able to find a way to break this thing? Although my vitality will not be lost, it is not comfortable to be in it all the time. If the person who laid it out goes crazy, I'm not done. In fact, Mo Han was secretly complaining in his heart, he didn't want to stay in this broken place, although his vitality would not be lost, and the power that drew vitality was completely dispersed by the demon seed, but he didn't want to stay in this hellish place. But the old man Dugu hasn't found a way out yet, and he can't help it.

Next to the polar fruit, the white figure looked at the black figure next to him, and smiled: "It seems that a little guy has discovered your purpose, and he hasn't even let you absorb any vitality!"

The black figure said nonchalantly, "It's not me who you want to worry about now, but yourself." Everything you used to suppress me in this mountain has been taken by that group of people, and you are now alone, a wisp of remnant soul. And I have their flesh and blood and vitality, I will be greatly improved, what else are you going to use to suppress me?"

The white-clothed figure smiled indifferently, as if he could never see an anxious or anxious expression on his face: "Why should I suppress you? My mission has been completed, I just need to wait for the ending." ”

"Do you really think that he can break through my Seven Absolute Demon Array and help you complete your mission? Let me tell you, he can't break it, even if he can break it, with his cultivation in the Golden Pill Stage, what can he do? Besides, there are three people who are ready to kill him!" The black figure looked at Mo Han with disdain and sneered.

"Isn't he also coveting your body, don't steal chickens and rice at that time, and be fused with your body!"

"Found it, just five meters in front of you, take your killing blade and plunge it into the position I said, you can break its formation center, and thus break the Seven Absolute Demon Array. Just when Mo Han was anxious in his heart, the voice of the old man Dugu sounded in his sea of knowledge.

Hearing Old Man Dugu's orders, Mo Han couldn't care about pretending to be forced in front of Beidou Qingyun, because as time went by, he felt an increasingly strong crisis in it, and this crisis was enough to be fatal. So as soon as the old man Dugu finished speaking, Mo Han took a stride, came to the place that the old man Dugu said, and inserted his right hand holding the killing blade into it.

Click.

As soon as the killing blade was inserted from the place where the old man Dugu said, Mo Han felt that the killing blade touched a hard thing, and then under Mo Han's force, this thing shattered like glass.

"What, how is it possible?" Just as Mo Han's killing blade destroyed the heart of the formation, only the black figure with a body roared, "Impossible, absolutely impossible, how can something like an ant break my Seven Absolute Demon Array."

The destruction of the heart of the array means that the core of the Seven Absolute Demon Arrays is destroyed. The gray mist is disappearing and decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In the time of a stick of incense, all the gray mist has completely disappeared. All the surviving cultivators appeared in a stone room, and in front of the stone room was a table with three things on the table, in the middle was a black and white fruit, and on either side were a white phantom and a body without a head.

The voice of surprise just now came from this headless body.

"Polar Fruit, Demon Body!" As soon as Nangong Glory appeared in the stone room, he couldn't look away from the things on the table, and subconsciously shouted, "It's a pity that the demon skull and demon heart are gone."

At this time, those who are still alive can be regarded as the best in the Withered Leaf Continent, and there are only more than ten people in the count.

"Yes, yes, there are still people who know the goods so well. So it seems that you also brought this fresh flesh and blood, right?" The demon body looked at Nangong Glory, as if he had met a confidant.

"Yes, senior!" Nangong Glory took a step forward, respectfully came to the table, bent down to the demon body and said, "Senior, I learned about you from an ancient book, and the emperor lived up to his painstaking efforts and finally let me find you." I am willing to be your inheritor, to avenge you, and to achieve for you the great things you have not achieved."

"Hehehe!" "It seems that you little guy is not honest, you know that I am a 'demon' and dare to come forward and ask for the inheritance openly, it seems that you have a lot of plans."

Nangong Glory straightened up: "Yes, senior, because I know that your life is short, if you don't leave the inheritance, you will really die forever, and you may have a resurrection day." ”

The demon body suddenly stood up from the table: "Little guy, who told you that this seat is not long in life, do you know that for 'demons', as long as there is still a drop of blood and a trace of soul, it can be resurrected and reappear in this world." ”

Nangong Glory smiled weirdly: "Senior, of course I know." But I need your demon body now, and if you say you're going to die, you're going to die. ”

A small pot appeared in Nangong Glory's hand, the small pot was dark black as a whole, and a small seal "Lian" was written on the surface of the pot.

As soon as the small pot was taken out by Nangong Glory, the demon body shouted in horror: "Soul refining pot, how can you have this thing in your hand, wasn't it destroyed in ancient times?"

The Soul Refining Pot is a famous artifact in ancient times, and both humans and "demons" love and hate it. Because it can ingest the primordial infant and soul into it out of thin air, refine it into pure soul power, be absorbed and cultivated by others, and strengthen its own primordial infant and divine consciousness.

If the Soul Refining Pot is nothing more than that, it won't terrify the Demon Body. The most terrifying thing is the soul nourishing in the soul refining pot. Whoever is ingested into the Soul Refining Pot will live forever in pain. Every time the soul refining pot refines soul power, it will leave a trace for this primordial infant or soul, allowing you to recover again, and then continue refining.

The original owner of the demon body had been ingested into the Soul Refining Pot, and it was not until the Soul Refining Pot was broken that it was able to escape. It didn't want to go through that back and forth pain again, which is why it was so frightened when it saw the Soul Refining Pot.

"No, no. The Soul Refining Pot was completely destroyed, and it was impossible to recover. After the first panic, the demon body calmed down and looked at the Soul Refining Pot carefully, "Hahaha, it turned out to be a counterfeit, I said, how can the Soul Refining Pot be repaired!"

"Even if it's a counterfeit, it's enough to deal with your remnant. Nangong Glory sneered, raised the soul refining pot, and recited the law in his mouth.

A dark black light shot out of the spout and headed straight for the demon's body.

"Do it!"

Mo Han, who had been watching from the sidelines, saw Nangong Glory urging the soul refining pot, and shouted decisively.

"Nangong Glory, suffer death!" Beidou Qingyun shouted, and hurried towards Nangong Glory with the old man behind him.

The space in the stone chamber is not large, and the most effective way is to fight in close quarters to grab the polar fruit.

"If you don't want to die here, just obediently step aside and don't interfere!" Mo Han glanced coldly, the cultivator who was still alive, holding the killing blade in his right hand, and his left hand clenched into a fist faintly glowing with a faint blue light, flew towards the two pole fruits placed on the table.

"Presumptuous!" Nangong Glory's two entourages shouted, one stopped Beidou Qingyun and Beidou Qingyun's entourage, and the other went straight to the two poles.

"There is a young master here, old horseman, you don't want to get the Polar Fruit!" Mo Han shouted halfway, but his figure turned to the entourage who was entangled with Beidou Qingyun.

The blade glowed blood-red and slammed straight into the attendant's back.

When Mo Han moved, it seemed to be huge, but when it approached, it was like a ghost, without any sound. It wasn't until the killing blade was less than ten centimeters away from the entourage that the retinue reacted and exclaimed, "Mole ant, you are looking for death." ”

Without the gray mist, everyone's cultivation was fully restored. In the eyes of Nangong Glory's entourage, Mo Han, a cultivator in the late stage of Jindan, dared to sneak attack him, just looking for death.

This entourage was using a pair of intermediate-level and one-forged Judge Pen Spirit Treasures, although he didn't know when Mo Han came behind him, as long as Mo Han's killing blade didn't fall on him, it seemed to him that it was too late. Even if Mo Han's killing blade fell on him, he didn't care with Mo Han's cultivation in the Jindan period.

Therefore, when he discovered the sneak attack behind Mo Han, he backhanded a judge's pen towards Mo Han. In his opinion, under his move, Mo Han would either retreat or die.

Facts have proved that all those who despise Mo Han will have to pay the price of blood.

Mo Han's killing move was not on the killing blade, nor on the hand that emitted a dark blue light, but on the opposite side of Mo Han, that is, the front of this entourage - the retinue of Beidou Qingyun.

The killing blade was picked up, and the judge pen of Nangong Glory, an entourage, was easily picked up by Mo Han, and Mo Han naturally avoided the vital point.

The entourage was stunned, not expecting that his inevitable blow would be avoided so easily by Mo Han. Just as he was about to change his move to save, Mo Han's fist fell heavily on his back: "Bang." ”

Mo Han's punch landed on the retinue's armor, and a dull sound came out, causing the retinue's body to shake. But for the followers of the Spirit Stage, this small shock was completely expected by him, and it had no effect on him.

"Did he just sneak up on me?"

This entourage had been following Nangong Glory's side, naturally knowing Mo Han's insidiousness and difficulty, and feeling the impact of Mo Han's sneak attack on him, he couldn't help but have such a sentence in his mind.

But before his thoughts could pass, a cold that could freeze his soul came from Mo Han's fist.