A plain a few miles away from the battle between the Jialing Guan Heaven Dou Empire and the Martial Spirit Empire.

The plain, which should have been grassy, is now impoverished, and the desert is like a barren land.

Ahem, cough, cough—

"Hahahaha"

One laughed presumptuously

Meng Tao collapsed to the ground, the soul bone silver armor on his body was in tatters at the moment, and his body was covered with scars.

Blocked, he tried his best to block the blow of the Rakshasa Scythe.

It was unbelievable that Bibi Dong, who had run out of oil and dried up, could use the power of the Rakshasa God, which Meng Tao never expected, but it shouldn't be uncomfortable to see the other party's final appearance.

At this moment, the magic sickle that made Meng Tao embarrassed was inserted into the soil dozens of meters away.

At this moment, there was some black energy attached to his silver armor, as expected, it was the residual Rakshasa divine thought, Meng Tao found that that thing seemed to be able to magnify the dark evil in his heart and make him lose control, so he used his spirit to suppress this residual thought and prevent it from affecting him.

Meng Tao sat up slowly, first he had to find a place to hide and recover, in case the other party chased him, his current posture could not cope with it, he took out the raw fruit and put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, and he walked into the distance......

An hour later, three men appeared above the clearing.

The three of them stepped on the flying sword and looked at the desolate post-war scene in the sky below

"This should be the last place of engagement"

Dusty Xin observed for a moment, then shook his head at Ning Fengzhi

"Still no whereabouts of Xiao Meng?" Ning Fengzhi was a little anxious in his mouth

Gu Rong patted Ning Fengzhi's shoulder

"Don't worry, that kid has a long life, he should be fine"

After each of them successfully chased and killed a Titled Douluo, they rushed to Meng Tao and Bibi Dong's battle non-stop, but when they arrived, the building was already empty, and there was no trace of Meng Tao and Bibi Dong.

The battlefield was a mess, and it was raining heavily in the sky, and it was originally a plain, but now there were large and small gullies, big holes, and even a small crater, and now it was foggy and full of miasma, as if it had been baptized by artillery fire.

After observing for a long time, they found signs of withered and dead plants on the ground, so they chased them all the way here.

When several people were talking about it, they made a new discovery, that is, there was a big hole in the ground. Inside the cave was a purple-black scythe that was nearly two meters long.

"Why is there a weapon here?"

The most powerful dust heart noticed the difference in this scythe, dark and evil, and there was a feeling that no one should approach.

Dusty Heart moved closer to the weapon, its sharp blade representing killing and evil, and the purple handle of the staff encircled a strange aura that seemed to tear apart everything in front of him with a single wave.

When Dusty Heart was less than three meters closer, evil thoughts suddenly rose in Dusty Heart's heart.

"I want to destroy everything......"

When the murderous intent exploded, when Chenxin's eyes turned red, Ning Fengzhi's voice woke him up

"Uncle Jian!" Ning Fengzhi shouted and sacrificed the Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda at the same time, and the brilliance of the true dragon soul bone in his right arm shone on Chenxin's body.

"I ...... Huhu came back to his senses, his heart was sweating profusely, and he was a little out of control at that moment just now.

He immediately warned the other two

"Stay away from this thing, my heart was murderous at that moment just now, if it weren't for the wind that woke me up, I'm afraid I'd lose control"

"So horrible?" The two were shocked

At this moment, a dozen meters away from them, a dark silver mass emerged from the soil.

"Teacher, Sword Master, Bone Master, why are you here?"

Meng Tao's Eighth Soul Skill - Slime Control

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