Yang Wei is the first time to see a race with the ability to transform, the soul clan is not among them, the body structure of the soul clan determines that they are born with the ability to transform, and the transformation of the mosquito clan is somewhat contrary to scientific laws.

And such a scene that violated the laws of science appeared vividly in front of Yang Wei's eyes, which made Yang Wei feel extremely shocked. In fact, transformation is not a very alternative skill, and most races in Hell can transform.

And almost all races will choose to transform into humans, because the human race is the existence that stands at the top of this universe. And the appearance of the Chaos Protoss is no different from that of the Terrans, because the Terrans themselves were created by the Panhuang according to their appearance.

The appearance of the human race is exactly the same as the appearance of the yellow race on the earth, as for the black, white and half-black races on the earth, they are all masterpieces created by the soul race, and there are no humans with this appearance can be found anywhere else in the universe.

It was a bit far away, and at the same time that Yang Wei was shocked, he immediately became vigilant. Although after the test just now, he believed that ordinary mosquitoes could not cause harm to him, but the severed mouthparts were a dead thing, and who knows if it had become fragile because it had been left for too long.

Unexpectedly, the movements of this mosquito clan envoy were beyond Yang Wei's expectations, and he saw that the wings behind him fluttered, and he flew diagonally upwards in the opposite direction of Yang Wei. Yang Wei's urgency is not trivial.

If this mosquito envoy escapes, he will be in vain. It is to be expected that it will not be long before he will be besieged by the mosquito army, and then he will be captured and sucked into a person, thinking that he will become a mummy-like artifact. He shuddered.

Between the lightning and flint, he instantly condensed nearly one-third of his soul power into a strand, turning into a soul thorn that was much smaller than an embroidery needle, stabbing towards the mosquito clan in the air.

This mosquito god thought he was out of danger at this time. Turning his head, he glanced at Yang Wei reluctantly with those compound eyes, this great achievement just left him, and he was very unwilling in his heart.

Then he felt that his head hurt, and he didn't know anything when it was dark in front of him. The wings behind his back no longer flapped. It fell to the ground like a meteorite.

At this time, Yang Wei was not having a good time, his face was pale, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and a feeling of dizziness hit him, making him feel like the world was spinning.

The soul thorn has a certain range, how strong the soul power is, how much attack range there is, Yang Wei's soul power can be regarded as very strong, but it is only a distance of ten meters.

And the attack distance of this blow just now was about twenty meters, which was much more than he could reach. The consumption of this blow was ten times higher than the consumption of slaughtering so many people just now, and one-third of the soul power was actually wiped out under the blow just now.

Yang Wei's powerful blow. Ten meters after shooting, he lost contact with him, and there was no way to control it, but fortunately, this blow was finally successful. At this time, Yang Wei's soul power had all shrunk back into his sea of consciousness, and he had no ability to release it to slaughter these believers.

In his daze, he felt countless sharp blades slashing at his body. In the meantime, a sledgehammer was striking his head on the ground.

Someone shouted in his ear, "Kill this God Slayer!"

"Break this God Slayer to pieces!"

"Ahh

This is my family heirloom sword, and it is the last work of the master of Gongye! I will definitely be able to cut off the head of this devil!"

"Ah! It's Wan Daxia! Quick! Give Wan Daxia that sword of yours to use, and the sword qi should work!"

It wasn't until ten minutes later that Yang Wei woke up from his blurred state. As soon as he woke up and got up from the ground, he was slashed in the back of the neck by a sword, making a crisp sound of "dang". Then, he was smashed on the head with a big hammer, and he was directly smashed to the ground.

He only felt a "buzzing" in his head, and there was no place in his body that did not hurt. After a ten-minute break. His soul power can be released again, but the range is much smaller, and he can only attack a distance of five meters.

But that's enough, the soul power is released. Soul Thorn strikes. No one within five meters of them slowly fell to the ground without warning. Yang Wei got up with difficulty, looked around and saw a middle-aged man in white falling beside him, still holding a sword with a flickering cold light in his hand, which was not ordinary at first glance.

The sharpness of this sword can be seen from the appearance, Yang Wei leaned down, struggled to break the middle-aged man's fingers, and took the sword in his hand, before he touched the sword, Yang Wei felt a cold murderous aura that pierced his skin a little painful.

"Good sword!" Yang Wei secretly admired in his heart. What he didn't know was that what he was holding in his hand was the strongest sword in the world, and it was the strongest masterpiece of a generation of divine craftsmen Gong Yehong more than five hundred years ago.

The main material of this sword is the meteorite iron outside the sky, it is said that he built it, but it is a bit far-fetched, after Gongye Hong got this meteoric iron, he did not rush to cast, but waited for his skills to reach the peak, and then opened the furnace to cast the sword.

After this piece of meteorite iron was calcined in the furnace for seven hundred and forty-nine days, there was still no sign of melting, not even redness, and it was still black and non-slippery. Gongye Hong was unwilling in his heart, and plunged into the furnace, but his only son did not hold him, and under the imbalance of his body, he also fell into the furnace together and died with his sword.

At the moment when Gongyehong and his only son turned to fly ash in the high-temperature melting furnace, the meteorite finally emitted a red color. His eldest disciple tearfully made it into a divine sword, and in honor of his master, the divine sword was named Gongye.

The moment the sword was formed, the thunder roared, and a lightning bolt was slashing on this sword, leaving a scorch mark on the tip of the sword.

It is impossible to control it without the approval of the Divine Sword, even so, for this Divine Sword, there has been a bloody storm, and the person holding the sword just now did not dare to say that his sword was the Gongye Sword, otherwise he would definitely replace Yang Wei and become the target of the public.

Yang Wei didn't know the origin of this sword, he found a scabbard inlaid with gems on the ground, inserted the divine sword in his hand into the scabbard, and threw it into his sleeve pocket.