Innate ability!

This mandrill awakens its natural abilities and returns to the Spirit Clan as a soul.

One point, one hundred things.

Chen Cheng's gaze was full of disbelief when he looked at the mandrill again. Since its appearance, the sense of disobedience that has diffused in his body has finally found a reason.

"You're a spirit?"

Although it was a question, the tone was very firm.

Only innate ability can explain its sudden increase in its ability to blur, and its unreasonable expansion of the breath of death.

After receiving the ability of the blood condensation bead, it needs to be carried by the body, and the soul does not have the ability to receive divine blood.

There was only one way left to ascend to the Spirit Race.

His crisp voice was not loud, but it made the corners of the mandrill soul's mouth curl and slowly fall, and his face returned to gloom and coldness.

The gray armor that wrapped the soul body flickered brightly and darkly, showing that its mood was not calm.

Growing into a spirit race in the body of a stubborn monkey is the proudest thing in its life. But now, although he has returned to the spirit clan with the body of a soul, he can't be happy.

Seeing this reaction, Chen Cheng knew that he had guessed, and secretly estimated the remaining time for the forced closure of the blue ring, and a haze appeared in his heart.

Thirteen seconds!

There are only thirteen seconds left, and the state of perception is over. Then he will lose his vision, and the mandrill will look like a ghost in his eyes.

Even because it is in a virtual state, it does not react in the real world.

That is, the attack of the mandrill is completely invisible, imperceptible.

Leaving a blind man alone to face a sharp assassin can be imagined.

In order not to create the worst-case scenario, he must muster himself and find the mandrill's Achilles' heel, or force it to manifest.

But just looking through the soul race has little meaning for the next battle. The bloody sword intent still can't break the death breath and cast the armor.

If you want to talk about the effect, there is still a point. Glancing at the visible anger on the soul's body, Chen Cheng was sure that for at least a few minutes, the mandrill's primary target would be firmly locked on him.

The sword step is violent, the foot is in the void, and the body is like a fish swimming in the water, cruising smartly.

The twin swords covered Chihua, and the swords of the swords struck directly where the gray armor could not cover.

It is extremely unwise to choose to fight hard at a disadvantage, so you can only rely on kite flying to delay time.

The mandrill soul snorted coldly in disdain, its claws became gray, and it slammed into the sky, and the four deaths rose into the sky.

The small sword qi was rushed in an instant, and they were annihilated one after another, dissipating between heaven and earth.

Gang Qi is wrapped in strong force, and castration is unabated. The wind pressure alone added four deep cracks to the lifeless earth.

Poof-

The cold air scraped across Chen Yan's body, making a bubble popping sound, and the phantom collapsed and disappeared without a trace.

The breath of death lost its target and fell straight into the depths of the forest sea, only to see the place where the qi passed, the giant trees dried up and broken, and the vitality was gone, even the herbs that had never been touched were not spared.

A new realm of death was born.

Dodge?

The cold eyes looked around, and the claws turned into a sickle to harvest life, and the catharsis did not stop, sweeping the surroundings.

The gray light covering the body surface boiled slightly, and the breath symbolizing death escaped, adding another depression to the dead realm.

Chen Cheng appeared behind the soul body, and fine cracks appeared on the snow-white skin, like spider webs covering the whole body.

Beads of blood, dyed red, looked like they had just been fished out of the vermilion dye vat.

The movement speed of the sword step is directly proportional to the number of intrigues, and the more artistic conception points entered, the faster the speed.

However, the physical body has limited strength, and the wind pressure generated at the extreme speed after reaching the limit is not as hesitant as the steel knife, and the scars on the skin come from this.

The time difference that was forcibly squeezed out was not wasted in the slightest, and it was all used to save up for the next heavy blow.

Bloody Kill* Hazy Moon

roared hard, and on the body of the snake's fangs and white knife, a round of crescent moon suddenly appeared.

With the knife in the sky, the hole card containing 800 points of blood killing artistic conception rushed out.

The blood moon was in the sky, seducing the soul, and the mandrill soul was attracted and stared at the crescent moon above its head.

The enchanting moonlight sprinkled down, and within its shrouded range, the temperature soared. The blazing heat swept everywhere, and the dead grass that had lost its vitality instantly turned into powder, and the cracked soil showed slight signs of melting.

The high temperature is mixed with the output of the extreme artistic conception, and the gray armor on the surface of the soul body is attached, and the nails are nailing.

After comprehending the artistic conception and breaking through the third realm, the number of output artistic conceptions in a short period of time is an important way to measure the upper limit of its attack.

In the second stage, the swordsman takes the will as the main cultivation goal, and his control over the artistic conception can be called handy, so he has an absolute advantage in the limit output of the third realm.

One step closer to consolidation, the Swordsman has a high output trait.

And Chen Cheng can output 800 artistic conceptions at a time, accounting for most of the whole, and he can already be called talented.

You must know that even if you reach the third realm consummation, most swordsmen will not be able to reach this level with a single output.

Seeing that his mind was lost, he immediately stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, jumped in shape, and stabbed in the air, directly taking the target's head.

At the same time, the stinger with the highest penetration is pinched and the sword is pinched, and it is running at full strength.

The sword intent that covered the black plum left only a thin layer, and the rest was all hidden inside the knife, waiting for it to explode violently when it came into contact with the soul body.

The Blue Ring is about to reach its limit, and this combo must take down the Mandrill Soul!

The blood moon fell, and the moon wheel burst out with monstrous murderous aura, condensing the crescent moon body, which was sharp and unstoppable, adding a bit of power to it.

Boom –

The mountains and forests trembled, the earth trembled, with the void where the mandrill stood as the center of the circle, forming a deep pit with a diameter of several kilometers, and the surrounding forests and seas were like suffering from a twelve-level typhoon, and they were dumped outward, and there were not a few people who stopped the waist and cut it off, a disaster scene.

Wu Mei was suspended in mid-air, her red light flashing, and the blood killing sword intent that had been secretly accumulated exploded violently, bringing a second wave of heavy blows.

Airplanes~

The blue ring in the eye is forced to close, and the time is up.

Chen Cheng let go of Wumei, lost the blessing of the complete artistic conception of the sword step, lost the ability to step into the air, and fell straight into the raised sand and dust, and disappeared.

The artistic conception has been squeezed dry, and there is not a drop left. Fortunately, the foundation of the physique is still there, and it is firmly grounded.

It's so dangerous, he stroked his chest, glanced at the sky above his head with palpitations, and quickly retreated.

Taking advantage of the last opening time of the state of perception, he carefully observed the state of the mandrill soul body. The gray armor shrouded in the body cracked, and it was not far from shattering, but I don't know if it could withstand the second wave of blows.

In any case, now that he has no power to fight back, the soul in the void state is not affected by pure physical attacks.

The first priority is to find a companion as soon as possible.

Speeding up again, in just a few breaths, it has broken out of the dusty range.

The line of sight was clear, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Wumei rushing towards him.

Horrified, the knife was inserted in the mandrill's body, and he immediately shook a shot, and his body made a move to the west to roll on a lazy donkey.

'Thorny'

The mandrill's sharp fingertips tore the brocade, and the cold meaning penetrated through the skin and penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Kankan dodged the fatal blow, but before he had time to rejoice, the skin on his back suddenly felt a sense of tightening, and four gray marks slanted across the entire back, shriveled and sunken.

The forehead was wet with sweat in an instant, and after the artistic conception dried up, the breath of death could be described as death at the touch, stained with both wounds. Without the slightest resistance, the situation fell to the bottom.

Rush, run!

With a low sigh in his heart, the soles of his feet kicked the ground, and the skills that he hadn't used for a long time were not unfamiliar.

Behind him, Ume was suspended in the air, chasing after him.

In terms of speed, Chen Cheng is not as fast as the mandrill, so he can only turn into the forest, tossing and turning, using the pace to mediate, and delaying the survival time.

Whenever he saw Ume, he immediately turned his direction and narrowly avoided the attack without a trace.

Thanks to him, the centuries-old trees in the forest began to suffer.

Under the claws of death, a giant tree with flourishing branches and foliage will lose its vitality and become dead wood.

But the difference between the speeds is still inevitable, and when he turns his head again, Ume is close at hand.

Although I can't see the mandrill itself, the intense life and death crisis climbs into my heart.

When danger, danger, sluggish perception sounds, it's too late to dodge.

Vaguely perceiving, the claws wrapped in gray finger gloves were only half a foot away from the top of his head.

It's over, it's over, there's no way to dodge.

The perception is like being stimulated, and it begins to give frenzied feedback, and the huge amount of information disturbs the people's hearts.

The mind fluttered violently, and the sharp stinging pain made the body shake and stand unsteadily.

Like a red-hot steel needle, it is inserted into the center of the eyebrows, stirring back and forth.

The picture that comes back with the painful feedback gradually becomes concrete, and the world seems to have removed a layer of frosted film, revealing its original appearance.

In addition, he can faintly sense the weak mood fluctuations of the soul body.

Chen Cheng subconsciously concentrated on perception and quickly identified the emotions in it.

Greed, the whole soul body is filled with greed for life.

The sound of the system lifting sounded in his ears, but it couldn't arouse any interest in him.

There is great terror between life and death, and there should also be great blood bravery, he is not a person who easily admits defeat.

A cavity of blood surged, the snake's teeth flashed fiercely, and the blade vibrated like an ancient giant snake roaring. Perception clumsiness attached to the knife, although I don't know if it works, but this is the only means he can use.

In the sneering eyes of the mandrill, the snake's fangs stabbed into the soul body, and the sharp blade came out through the body, and the claws were wrapped in the breath of death, and they pressed down heavily.

Chen Yan held the handle of the knife with his backhand and moved it upward, and the knife passed straight through it like a swing of air, without the slightest impact.

At this time, the remaining bloody artistic conception on the black plum was exhausted together, and he lost the contact medium and fell heavily.

Poof—

The soul body stiffened suddenly, the sneer froze on the face, and the life-devouring palm stopped in mid-air, unable to hold it down.

"Retreat" cold tone into the battle.

Hearing this, Chen Cheng did not hesitate at all, his body retreated violently, only to hear the heavy bell ringing in the forest, and the ripples visible to the naked eye spread in turn, each of which accurately passed through the mandrill soul body, causing waves of waves.

Xue Cen held a palm-sized soul bell in his hand, appeared from the forest, flicked his green onion white jade fingers, and the sound of soul suppression sounded again.

The carved pattern of the soul bell was completely different from before, and a turtle beast carrying a black giant peak roared in the sky, which was the soul of the mica ancient beast absorbed in Jinshi Town.