"Demon Soul Puppet?" Mo Xuan only heard the name, and knew that Lu Dao was not a good thing, but the riotous blood in his body had forced him to speak breathlessly.

At this time, the blood in his body was boiling and boiling, like thorns full of fine thorns, and the skin of the blood vessels was painful and numb. These thorns, like tentacles growing from blood vessels, continue to extend out of the body, trying to communicate with the outside world.

Mo Xuan tried his best to stop the mutation of the blood, but this force was very strong, while struggling to rush out of his body, he used those fine thorns to produce a painful numbness feeling, straight to the brain and marrow, paralyzing Mo Xuan's whole body reaction, this uncontrollable but unbearable feeling made him unable to concentrate on thinking about what the demon soul puppet was.

Qing Mu smiled yinyin, "Being able to be my demon soul puppet can be regarded as your blessing......"

As he spoke, Qing Mu took off his Rending helmet, and the snow-white horns poked out of the helmet, and a thin layer of fine fluff suddenly grew on it.

This layer of fluff fell off quickly as if it was alive a moment after it was born, condensed into a feather shape in the air, and flew towards Mo Xuan's eyebrows, and at the same time, the blood in Mo Xuan's body seemed to sense the approach of this down feather, and the fine thorns that stretched out were all converging towards the feathers.

Mo Xuan forcibly held on to the half-dizzy paralysis and torture, watching the feather slowly approach, a chill rushed to his head, forcing him to wake up a lot.

The demon soul puppet that Qing Mu said in his mouth, just by hearing the name, he knew that it was at least a thing that could be manipulated by him. And Mo Xuan combined it with the side effects of the Beast Blood Pill and the restlessness of the blood in his body, the feather in front of him was almost certainly a means for Qing Mu to manipulate himself!

But there was no vigilance, but the soreness and tingling sensation around his body had greatly limited Mo Xuan's ability to move, and he could only stare at this strange feather, gradually drifting closer to his eyebrows.

"Why hasn't the Witch Aid Order worked until now?!" Mo Xuan was secretly anxious, in this Black Stone Tower, the Beast Control Ring had lost its effect, and the Witch Aid Order had also lost its effect, could it be that he was just being played by Qing Mu?

"Buzz!"

The feathers fluttered lightly, gently touching Mo Xuan's eyebrows, a buzzing sound shook lightly, and the feathers immediately disintegrated, turning into streamer down, fusing towards the blood in his body, Mo Xuan's heart sank, it's late, even if Wu Zheng is coming now, everything will be late!

"Hehe, kid!" Qing Mu watched his feathers melt into Mo Xuan's body, and sneered: "From now on, plant my demon soul, and you will be my slave......"

Mo Xuan stared angrily, Qing Muhun didn't care about Mo Xuan's angry gaze, his eyes turned twice, and swept towards Luo Wen behind Mo Xuan, smiling grimly.

"I suddenly have an idea, I can get out of my evil breath, but I won't provoke that Northern Frontier Wandering Immortal, how about you?" Qing Mu squinted slightly, his expression was evil, "Before leaving the underground palace, I will pass you both hands." When I return to the Jinao Academy, you will kill the granddaughter of the old woman of Wanling for me......"

"Then, you turned around and attacked that immortal disciple, and in the end, you were defeated and killed by him......"

"In this way, the great revenge of the old woman of all souls will not be avenged on me no matter what, and you are already dead, and there is nowhere to find out, isn't it beautiful?"

When Mo Xuan heard this, he was immediately furious.

The demon soul feather has been planted in his body, and he will definitely be controlled by Qing Mu at that time, and it is not impossible to really kill Luo Wen!

If he dies, he will die, and because of this, Luo Wen will be affected, Mo Xuan will never be willing!

"You...... Give me...... Die!"

Mo Xuan gritted his teeth, the boiling blood in his body became more and more restless because of Chong Guan's anger, and after the fluff entered his body, he immediately began to try to encroach on the divine thoughts, Mo Xuan only had time to reprimand this sentence angrily, and his eyes almost turned black, and the divine thoughts were suppressed.

"Hmph, I planted a demon soul, and I still have such a hard mouth" Qing Mu bit a trace ......of essence blood on his fingertips, flicked his fingers, and shot directly at Mo Xuan's eyebrows, "Kneel down for me!"

This drop of essence blood seems to be able to increase the extremely strong effect of feathers, and the moment it hits Mo Xuan's eyebrows, a majestic coercion instantly destroys Mo Xuan's divine thoughts.

The overwhelming darkness was mixed with the sound of rolling thunder, which quickly covered Mo Xuan's thoughts and eyes.

Mo Xuan was extremely unwilling, but at the level of divine thought, he had no chance of winning against Qing Mu.

Qing Muyin smiled and looked at Mo Xuan slowly comparing his eyes, his demon soul easily suppressed Mo Xuan's divine thoughts, and after he used the demon soul to brainwash this kid, he would never have his own thinking again, he was really just a puppet.

"Hey, don't ...... yourself"

Qing Mu sneered and raised his hand, wanting to take back all those wind pillar guns in the air.

At this moment, Mo Xuan's eyes suddenly opened.

Qing Mu was slightly stunned, he had already suppressed Mo Xuan's divine thoughts, how could his body still move?

In Mo Xuan's open eyes, two golden flames were constantly beating, and with the appearance of these golden pupils, Qing Mu seemed to see that in the void behind Mo Xuan, there was a towering mountain-like figure slowly emerging.

Qing Mu's pupils shrank slightly, and he hadn't seen the phantom clearly, but he saw Mo Xuan frowning, stretched out his hand and wiped it on the center of his eyebrows, looked at the blood in his hand, revealing a look of disgust, and immediately pinched two fingers, and gently pulled it in the center of his eyebrows, the demon soul feather that had been integrated into Mo Xuan's body was actually pulled out by his bare hands.

"What is this?" Mo Xuan muttered, shook off his feathers in disgust, and said with some disgust: "Such a low-level method of fusing gods, dare to come to me to taunt?"

Qing Mu saw that Mo Xuan was completely unrestrained by his demon soul, and was stunned for a while.

Coupled with Mo Xuan's effort, he actually pulled out the demon soul he had planted, which made this Qing Mu feel extremely ridiculous.

A young student who had just begun to accumulate Yuan Power in the first round of the secret realm actually pulled out the demon soul planted by a wizard in the four-round secret realm?!

What is a demon soul, that's a trace of his own divine thoughts!

This is like a newborn baby who has taken off the arm of an adult strong man, which makes Qing Mu difficult to accept both physically and psychologically.

As Mo Xuan pinched out the demon soul feathers, Qing Mu's face suddenly became a little ugly, and even his momentum was a little sluggish.

This is not only because his divine thoughts are pinched by others in his hands, but also because Mo Xuan's palm holding the demon soul feather is actually spewing a stream of golden light flames, this light flame does not have any yuan power attributes, but the yuan power in his body is near the light flame, and he is forced to not operate smoothly.

Even Qing Mu faintly felt that the Five Elements Yuan Force in his body was avoiding these golden light flames, and he seemed to be extremely afraid.

The five thunder gods are clear, and what they cultivate is the power of thunder and lightning that contains the five elements, and without the attributes of the five elements, what is the difference between himself and an ordinary thunder wizard?

How did he do this?!

Qing Mu's face became more and more pale, and his complexion, which was already dead and lifeless, looked even more eerie and terrifying like a zombie.

"Your fake battle suit, it's a little like ......" Mo Xuan smiled faintly, swept the battle armor around Qing Mu up and down, and then shook his head slightly, "It's a pity that compared to the real Jiuding battle suit, it's not even one thousandth." ”

"Although the real Jiuding battle suit is also some junk goods...... Mo Xuan muttered to himself, turned his head to look at the void around him, his eyes burned with raging golden flames, instantly piercing through those black clouds of thunder and lightning, and taking a clear look at this void.

Hearing Mo Xuan's words, Qing Mu noticed that Mo Xuan seemed to have suddenly changed as a person.

The amount of power contained in his armor can be regarded as an extremely top-level existence in the army and on the battlefield, so the Jiuding armor that has always been called a genuine product is not only not obvious to anyone, but even if it is released, it is difficult for anyone to do it better than himself, so it is well deserved.

But right now, it was said that his battle suit was fake, which made Qing Mu not frightened.

If you don't have that strength, you must not have that vision.

Just say that his suit of armor is fake, Qing Mu knows that this is indeed the case, and he doesn't say much.

Can you dare to say that the real Jiuding suit is garbage?

Qing Mu didn't dare to imagine what kind of person Mo Xuan would be, and he would dare to comment on the artifact that all the martial artists and wizards in the world dreamed of.

"Who the hell are you?!" Qing Mu asked with a calm face.

Mo Xuan smiled faintly, "You are also qualified to ask?"

"You!"

Qing Mu's eyes widened suddenly, staring at Mo Xuan, "Bluff!

After saying that, Qing Mu raised his hand instantly, and the wind pillar spear that had not been withdrawn in the air roared in unison, and the tip of the thunder spear was aimed at Mo Xuan, sneering through the air, and shooting towards Mo Xuan!

Mo Xuan glanced up, the power of the cyan wind and thunder around these wind pillar spears was extremely strong, and the scattered electricity seemed to be bound by an invisible giant hand, rolling and rotating around the body of the wind pillar spear, and it shot out with great power.

Even if he took the Beast Blood Pill, Mo Xuan, who was at the peak, might not be able to stop it, but now, he looked indifferent and calm, and he didn't take these Wind Pillar Guns as a thing at all.

"The real Yiding battle gun, I've seen it. Mo Xuan raised his hand slightly, the golden flames in his palms surged, and a pair of golden dragon scale giant claws appeared in the looming eye flames.

"It's so much tougher than you!"

After Mo Xuan finished speaking, more than a dozen wind pillar guns had already shot in front of him.

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