After devouring the two cloaked people in one gulp, the color of the black mist became a little deeper, and the ghost energy contained in it was also deeper, faintly with the meaning of breakthrough.

"The peak of the ghost general, there is still a little short, and the strength of the ghost king can be restored......" Wu Di's muttering came from the black mist.

In the next moment, this black mist disappeared here, and when it reappeared, it was in front of a burly strong man of the Aconitum clan.

At this time, this strong man of the Aconitum tribe was holding an iron long knife in his hand, looking at several thin young people of the Wushan tribe with a murderous expression.

It seems that these young people should be alone, including the little fat man who bragged with the little heel before.

"Hmm! I don't want to die! Zu Ling, save me! Ah Gong, save me!" As soon as the little fat man saw the fierce strong man of the Aconitum clan, he was immediately frightened and cried.

"Don't cry, as a member of the Wushan tribe, you will die vigorously!" The other Wushan tribesman looked at death as if he was ready to sacrifice himself for the Wushan tribe anytime and anywhere, "Come on, bastard of the Wutou tribe! Even if I die, I will turn into a ghost and haunt you and your children and grandchildren for the rest of my life!"

As he spoke, he clenched his fists and rushed towards the strong man, in the eyes of outsiders, this is no different from looking for death!

"Hahaha! The young man of the Wushan tribe is really different, he is so diligent in sending death! Okay, good! I don't kill you, I'm really a little too sorry!" The strong man sneered, and without hesitation, he raised the iron sword in his hand and slashed at the young man who was rushing towards him.

At this moment, a cloud of black mist appeared out of thin air between the young man and the strong man.

"What is this—What is this?" the strong man was obviously a latecomer, unaware of the horror of the black mist.

The young man was also stunned, and when the black mist rolled, there was actually a face derived from the young man, it was Wu Di's face, after the face was born, Wu Di opened his mouth and scolded coldly, "Go! This is not the place for you to stay!"

The young man was reprimanded, his face turned blue, and when he saw that it was the ancestral spirit, he didn't dare to disobey, and hurriedly fled to the rear.

Seeing that these dumb young men left, Wu Di turned around and looked at the strong man.

The strong man is very strong, and his whole body embodies the meaning of strength, and a kind of fierce air comes to his face.

"What kind of demon and monster are you, don't let me go!" the big man sneered viciously.

However, in the next breath, he couldn't speak anymore, because the black mist incarnated by Wu Di had already wrapped him, and it only took a breath to suck the big man clean.

"It's too slow!" said a disgruntled voice from the black mist.

In the next moment, the black mist was directly split apart, spreading out in all directions.

There is the cover of the night, and in the forest, the black fog is like an invisible tentacle of death in the night, quickly harvesting life, but all the people of the Aconitum tribe who are touched by the black fog of Wu Di are turned into dried corpses one after another in just a few breaths, and when the wind blows, with a click, it is turned into powder on the ground.

Their souls, flesh and blood were absorbed by the black mist, and the color of the black mist was becoming more and more profound, faintly producing black light, but it was still very weak and weak, almost imperceptible.

The young ancestor and the grandfather of the Aconitum clan, who had been watching the battle above, also seemed to see that something was not quite right.

The cloaked guards they sent out, as well as the warriors of their own clan, turned out to be a visible disappearance of pride.

Yes, it's gone, it's really gone, there are no less than hundreds of people in front of you in the last breath, and there are only dozens of people left in the next breath.

"It's not good! Could it be that something terrible has been alarmed?" The face of the Aconitum clan has changed drastically, and such a sharp deceleration speed is absolutely amazing.

No tribe can afford such a rapid population decline.

In the primordial forest, the number of people basically determines the prosperity of the tribe, and their Aconitum can occupy a mountain, and it is also a long time to multiply to reach such a level.

"Grandson, what about the two adults?" asked Ah Gong of the Aconitum clan.

"Hmm, I'm going to look for it...... Hmm, why did they breathe...... "The young ancestor's face sank, and the soul marks of his two subordinates in his hands actually cracked.

This means that two of his subordinates have already met with an accident!

"Who is it?" The young man's face was ugly, this subordinate was also borrowed by him from the barbarian master to support the scene, he never wanted to use it, this time it was already his limit to call them out, and now, these two subordinates are directly dead, so ......

Thinking of the terrible anger of the barbarian master, his face turned blue with fright, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

At this time, the 'battle' below also came to an end.

The people of the Aconitum tribe who almost walked out of the mountainside disappeared silently, and half of the people of the Aconitum tribe disappeared in less than half an hour!

It is also the main combat power of the Aconitum tribe.

"This and this, this ......" Ah Gong of the Aconitum clan was already frightened stupid, the heartache of the clan's loss and the fear of the unknown shrouded in his heart, and he faintly felt that he seemed to have provoked something that should not be provoked.

"Ancestral Spirit, why don't you hurry up and protect our clan?" Young Ancestor hurriedly took out a jade horn.

To be precise, it was something like the bone of some kind of animal, but with the luster and color of jade.

The jade was sacrificed by the young man, and the sacrificial spirit that had blocked Wu Di before was visibly changing.

was originally a polite Sven Xiaosheng, but he turned into a ghost with barbs, blue and black complexion, and a Yaksha face.

Shhh

The ancestral spirit completed the change, as if he could feel Wu Di's existence, and pounced straight on Wu Di.

Wu Di quickly gathered together.

After some devouring, the black mist he incarnated was even deeper, and there was a faint light coming out.

"Close?"

Wu Di noticed the strangeness of the murderous rush towards him, and the corners of his mouth hung a trace of arc.

"Just in time!"

He also pounced on the goblins.

After a scuffle, the ghost couldn't hurt him in the slightest, but because of contact with Wu Di's black mist, Wu Di devoured a lot of essence.

And because the black mist has swallowed this essence, the light in it is even more conspicuous.

"Good thing!" Wu Di, who had a long knife and a sweet knife, was even more ferocious, and frantically pounced towards the ghost.

And because of Wu Di's devouring, the ghosts became weaker and weaker from the previous strength, and in the end, they turned back into the previous scholars.

"I—What's wrong with me?" the scholar recovered, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and looked at the black fog in front of him for some unknown reason.

"Ahh

"No, Ah Gong, let's run away, this is a monster!" The young man pulled Ah Gong of the Aconitum clan, and sacrificed a jade horn, and disappeared directly from this place.

"I ran two, and there is one left, that's it, since the little doll has sacrificed such a backhand, I think it should go far, the top priority, promotion is important!"

In the next moment, the black mist enveloped the ancestral spirit of the Aconitum clan.

Buzzing!

Click!

An oozing voice came.

After a short period of silence, a powerful coercion was centered on Wu Di and quickly spread.

100 meters, 100 meters, thousands of meters, dozens of miles!

Thundered!

The dark clouds are thick, the ghost is thick, and in the ghost spirit, there is still a breath of contempt, and there are signs of recovery.

The creatures of the Primordial Forest all raised their heads and looked in the direction where Wu Di was full of fear.

King, born!