At this moment, in Shen Moli's call, although a light flashed in the little white tiger's originally dull eyes, it seemed to have recovered a little sane. But before the little white tiger could react, its sanity was quickly controlled by the clay again.

In the clay that absorbed the power of the little white tiger's divine soul, for some reason, a black qi slowly rose, with a strong bloodthirsty aura, and quickly surrounded the little white tiger.

"With your soul, give birth to my spirit. With your soul, give birth to my soul......" In the clay, the voice that I don't know who said was still repeating, and the thoughts in the words were quietly poured into the sea of knowledge of the little white tiger.

Gradually, the little white tiger slowly spoke, repeating this sentence with the voice in the clay.

"With your soul, give birth to my spirit......" The little white tiger was chattering, and Shen Mo saw in his eyes that the giant tiger transformed by the divine soul gradually broke away from the body of the little white tiger and floated towards the clay.

Not good! Shen Moli thought to himself.

In her previous life, she had seen a lot of soul-snatching magic, so she naturally knew what the purpose of this practice was at this moment.

If the soul of the little white tiger is completely integrated into the clay and the clay is conceived into a spirit, at that time, it will be impossible to reverse the spirit of the little white tiger into the soul of the little white tiger and return to the body of the little white tiger.

In his anxiety, Shen Mo Li recalled his past life. In that life, the Holy Lord of Luo Kui took great pains to take away the emperor's soul in his body, and he didn't know where to learn a powerful soul-snatching technique.

It was also in that life that Shen Moli saw the Yue Fox coiling on the ground, changing with his fingertips, summoning thunder with black flames in his beard, and conjuring a nine-tailed spirit fox with lightning and thunder in the sky, tearing apart the Soul Snatching Technique of the Holy Lord of Luokui.

It's just that the forcibly sacrificed electric light nine-tails also caused great damage to Yuehu itself, making it difficult for Yuehu to recover his strength for a long time after tearing apart the soul snatching of the Luo Kui Holy Lord, and even under extremely dangerous circumstances, he couldn't even use a little cultivation to protect himself.

Although he has known the little white tiger for a short time, because of his own mistakes, the little white tiger has fallen into the danger it is now. Shen Moli couldn't take care of much at the moment, and only planned to pull the little white tiger out of the charm first.

She folded her palms together and sat cross-legged on the ground, a wisp of black flame rising behind her.

Then, Shen Moli's ten fingers were like swimming snakes, and his fingertips flew like a dance, and in a moment, he actually caused a lightning flash and thunder above Qin Mingyuan.

In the interweaving of thunder and lightning, the black flames rose into the sky like smoke, ethereal into the clouds, and suddenly converged into the figure of a nine-tailed spirit fox.

It was only because of the black flame mastered by Shen Moli that it was only half of the Yue Fox in his previous life, and the energy required to gather the nine-tailed spirit fox with thunder and lightning required was extremely large, so that the figure of the nine-tailed spirit fox sacrificed by Shen Moli appeared and disappeared from time to time, as if it was extremely unstable.

The roaring thunder and lightning bloomed in the sky, illuminating everything on the ground brightly, and making people feel terrifying in the electric light.

Bean-sized beads of sweat flowed down from Shen Moli's body and dripped from Shen Moli's hair. At first glance, Shen Moli looked like a person who had just been soaked in the water, and there was no dry place on his body.

The powerful power of thunder and lightning, through the black flame, made a sizzling sound, which regurgitated between Shen Moli's ten fingers, bringing Shen Moli a tingling sensation.

Just looking at the sluggish little white tiger in front of him, Shen Moli endured the severe pain tenaciously, maintained the movement of his palm, and danced with his fingertips. In a movement like a finger dance, Shen Moli's whole body and muscles seemed to be forcibly knocked out of direction, which made her feel extremely painful in an instant.

"Let go!" Suddenly, from behind Shen Moli, Qi Heng's cold voice came.

The sky shook for a while, and Qi Heng noticed that there was something wrong in Shen Moli's courtyard, so he put down what he was doing and hurried here.

He didn't expect that Shen Moli would re-melt the vase into clay because he wanted Shen Moli to make more celery coins, and Shen Moli would re-melt the vase into clay, causing the current scene.

Looking at the lightning and thunder in the sky, the blood on Qi Heng's face disappeared all at once, and his whole person was like entering an ice cellar, and even the tone of his words became a little colder.

"No, this is a critical moment for Brother Tiger to exorcise the art of charm. "I don't know what Qi Heng said, Shen Moli didn't accept it.

She combined her hands into the form of butterflies and flew down, guiding the nine-tailed spirit fox formed by countless thunder and lightning in the sky, and swooped towards the clay that controlled the little white tiger.

"Looking for death!" Looking at Shen Moli, who was not persuaded to listen, Qi Heng sacrificed a sword, pointed at Shen Moli, and changed his mind in an instant, put away the long sword, flew and sat behind Shen Moli, and punched the rich aura in his body into Shen Moli's body.

Hidden in the Qin Mountain, Qi Heng is to avoid the eyes of the world. But the thunder and lightning attracted by Shen Moli will undoubtedly expose Qinshan to the eyes of the powerhouses of the five clans.

For such a threat, Qi Heng originally wanted to kill Shen Moli as soon as possible.

But when he saw Shen Moli being the nine-tailed spirit fox who was so persistent as the little white tiger, he couldn't bear to wipe Shen Moli to death.

With the blessing of Qi Heng's aura, the power of black flame on Shen Moli's body instantly stabilized a lot.

She sacrificed the black flame, causing the Nine-Tails to fall suddenly on the clay.

Suddenly, the giant tiger that was about to be devoured by the clay seemed to come back to its senses immediately, and ran back to the little white tiger's divine soul position in a panic.

However, the pottery embryo did not return to the state of clay, but got rid of the claws of the little white tiger, swirled into the void, and shaped its own form while turning.

The flying green leaves linger around the clay and fly quickly, but it takes a moment to change the shape of the clay to create a curvy bracelet.

"It's sucking the power of your spirit. Qi Heng got up and flew in front of Shen Moli, trying to resist the clay's sucking action, but he couldn't resist the countless spirit leaves in Shen Moli's body flying into the clay no matter what.

Looking at the extremely fast fusion of the flying green leaves and the clay, Shen Moli originally planned to close the door of the spirit and forcibly lock his spiritual power.

Unexpectedly, in Shen Moli's ears, there was a sudden voice of an earthworm: "It's okay, you let me blend into the clay." ”

Hearing the voice he hadn't seen for a long time, Shen Moli quickly put away his movements, and really happily let the clay absorb all the spiritual power transformed by the worm into the pottery bracelet.

"You ......" Qi Heng, who was standing in front of Shen Moli, saw Shen Moli's spirit passing quickly into the clay, and turned his head to stare at Shen Moli incredulously.

He resisted in front of Shen Moli, if Shen Moli pulled his spirit, he should not let the clay take away so quickly.

But Shen Moli's spiritual green leaves all converged into the clay in such a short period of time, which was clearly the result of Shen Moli deliberately letting go of his spiritual spirit and conniving at the plundering of the clay.

"It's its own choice. Unexpectedly, Shen Moli looked at the green leaves, gradually blending into the clay, but his eyes were indifferent.