"Have you already had some of them?"

At this moment, a voice crosses the field.

Tong Mo stepped in from the moonlight, and his tone was light.

His presence made the Twelve Ghost Moon's faces even more nervous.

Wu Miao only said that he would kill Hei Death Mou tonight, but he didn't say that the two traitors would appear.

Tong Mo also went to the appointment alone and did not bring his subordinates.

Although there were few powerful guys under his command who were qualified to participate in this battle, the number of members of the Cult of Elysium was now numerous, and the number even exceeded that of several major inheritor organizations, and its impact on the human world was extremely huge.

Otherwise, he would not have the courage to ask for the sole successor to Hao.

If he takes advantage of the numerical advantage, he will have a greater chance of defeating Wu Miao.

However, Tong Mo obviously didn't want to do this.

He wants to let Wu Miao fail without any reason and die here.

"I don't know... A new batch of Twelve Ghost Moons? It seems like... There are few that can be seen. Tong Mo walked to Black Death Mu and stopped, his gaze swept over the upper and lower strings around him, and commented.

This makes some grumpy ghosts, their expressions become unkind and full of anger.

"Ahh Makes you unhappy? I should have put it mildly..."Tong Mo pretended to be surprised and covered his mouth with an iron fan and smiled.

Sou!

As soon as the words fell, one of the upper winders took the lead and rushed towards Tong Mo.

Transform into a match.

In the pupil of his left eye, the number three is engraved.

Winding three.

The other twelve ghost moons are watching.

At this time, whoever slaughtered Tong Mo and Black Death Mou first was equivalent to making a great achievement, although they both knew that these two guys were very difficult to deal with... But they have the advantage of numbers after all, and there is a chance of winning in a six-to-one situation.

Besides, Tong Mo has not yet brought the followers of the Elysium Sect of Ten Thousand Worlds, so there is a complete opportunity!

Tong Mo stared at the phantom that released the killing intent, and his originally colorful eyes became as clear as ice crystals.

Under the amplification of the soul, the spirit burst out with a strong impact, sweeping the entire space in front of him.

What he didn't expect was that this third stringer was like a sharp knife, tearing apart the invisible soul fluctuations, without losing consciousness, and without the slightest pause in his movements and speed.

Obviously, the former's spiritual power is also very strong, and he is not afraid of this kind of power.

He is also familiar with some soul powers.

The soul has become one of the means that most of the strong can display in today's world, and it is the standard.

"Your head, I'll take it!" With a burst of applause, the third of the upper strings swept in front of Tong Mo, who seemed to be unable to react.

Holding an old-fashioned pen in his hand, he urged the Blood Ghost Technique and pointed it on Tong Mo's body.

In an instant, the word 'death' appeared on the surface of Tong Mo's body.

Immediately, Tong Mo's whole person seemed to be cut by a thousand knives, his flesh and blood were subjected to Ling Chi, and all parts of his body were being cut by invisible forces... His body trembled wildly, but it was not blood that splattered from the wound.

It's ice chips.

This scene dilated the pupils of the third chord.

Because the man in front of him suddenly turned into an ice sculpture from head to toe.

It's not an ontology at all!

The drifting ice crystals caused the air temperature to plummet.

After landing on the ground, a white frost spread rapidly, making a radius of a thousand miles into a strange world covered in white and silver.

Shangshu noticed that his body temperature was also out of balance, and he was stained with some ice flowers, and his flesh was frostbitten.

I want to retreat immediately.

It's just that as soon as he jumped, he was just held in his arms by a pair of big hands.

There was no warmth to feel, only a chill to the bone.

When I turned my head, I saw an ice sculpture Bodhisattva rising from the ground with a kind face.

What's more, this Bodhisattva is obviously just an ice sculpture, a dead thing, but at this moment, like a living thing, he opened his eyes... The dark and hollow eye sockets are revealed, and the smile on the face gives people a chilling sense of horror.

Shangqi tried to struggle, but the Bodhisattva's hands were already holding him tightly, and the cold air spread quickly down the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"No!"

He let out a roar and a mournful scream.

In just a few seconds, it was frozen into ice cubes and became one of the structures of the Buddha statue.

And under the Bodhisattva's seat, Tong Mo strolled out of the shadows behind.

Smile brightly.

Unscathed.

This made the other twelve ghost moons shiver.

This third blood ghost technique, in terms of lethality alone, can be called the first among them.

As long as it is touched by the tip of its pen, it is imprinted on the target soul with the power of the soul, in other words, there is no way to avoid it.

Tong Mo was able to parry.

How?

Even this kind of attack can't hurt this guy?

Tong Mo spread out one palm, and saw a small miniature ice sculpture on his hand, which was also a Bodhisattva statue.

At this time, this miniature version of the statue was already full of cracks, and it shattered with a click.

As the Buddha statue shattered, those present seemed to hear a soul's wail.

"Lord Wu Miao should teach you some soul cultivation methods or how to use this power." Tong Mo said softly.

Shangfeng did mark his soul, but the gap between them in soul attainment was too great, and Tong Mo's body controlled countless creature souls that he devoured. In other words, he can casually use the soul of another life to offset the damage for himself.

After all, everyone is using soul power, and the soul... Yes, they are connected.

There have been many years since the power of the soul has really spread in the world... Not to mention that there is a big man behind the twelve ghost moons.

But I didn't expect that after so much time, Wu Miao was still so stingy with his subordinates, was he afraid that someone below would rebel again?

In addition, since the incident in Infinite City, the time is not short, even if there is no miserable guidance, the level of comprehension of soul power in the third quarter is at this level... I have to say that compared to him and the generation of Black Death Mu, the current twelve ghost months are too far behind.

The passive situation has lowered the threshold for the selection of talents.

Then, Tong Mo waved the iron fan.

In an instant, white gas gushed out, and the wind and snow were like a sea.

Across the entire territory, a sudden snowstorm overwhelmed everything.

The remaining twelve ghost moons, some standing on trees, some on flat ground... The moment Tong Mo moved his hand, the vision in their eyes was already filled with ice and snow, and they couldn't see anything clearly.

There was no time to escape.

Ice picks pierced out of the ice beneath his feet, and the surrounding trees were suddenly covered with frost... When the blizzard swept over, all the combat power of the Twelve Ghost Moons had lost their breath, and they became works of art that shimmered in the night!

With this move alone, Tong Mo alone killed the entire Twelve Ghost Moons in seconds.

This is his current strength!

The power of the blood ghost technique is not the same as when it is under the body of the unmiserable.

Sometimes... Tong Mo was even thinking that when he followed Wu Miao, he never thought in his mind that one day he would be able to have such incredible power.

All... It all starts with that day, when he met Black Death Mou.

It was also on that day that he saw a power beyond his knowledge.

These are all given by that man.

The world today is much more interesting than it was a hundred years ago.

At least... The power of the individual has reached another level.

On the side, Black Death Mou was not the slightest surprised by Tong Mo's combat power... Even if he hadn't seen him for a long time, the first time Tong Mo appeared, Black Death Mou discovered the powerful aura of his soul.

The soul is powerful, but it is also chaotic.

Messy, indicating the number of souls in this guy's body, more than one.

In addition to the main body, there are other souls.

This is a very dangerous move.

Tong Mo is undoubtedly walking a tightrope... Because one is not well controlled, the body may be occupied by other soul remnants, and the dove will occupy the magpie's nest.

However, it is indeed the simplest and most effective means of increasing the power of the soul.

Moreover, for such a long time, Tong Mo's spirit has been very stable, which shows that at least in controlling these absorbed consciousness bodies, the former is very skilled.

This is the soul method that the child model himself researched, stripping.

Strip away the devoured living souls and control them.

This is something that Black Death Mou can't do.

Like the blood ghost technique, everyone's blood ghost art is different, and the method of soul refinement, they don't know, and Hao didn't teach anyone.

He and Tong Mo, including Wu Miao, all belong to crossing the river by feeling the stones.

Rely on your own ability to comprehend, your own soul moves.

Suddenly, he and Tong Mo's eyes moved in unison, looking at different directions nearby.

Several familiar auras approached.

"Finally, it's time to get lively."

Tong Mo said happily.

(End of chapter)