Chapter 324: The Ghost Bowl
After the person behind saw Mo Qing's movements, he was stunned for a moment, and then a surprised smile pulled out from the corner of his mouth, stepped on the cloud under his feet, and followed......
The mountains in winter have no beauty at all, except for the withered yellow, and there is nothing left.
The cold wind swept by, and some messy dead grass flew into the sky, as if they wanted to escape from this home, which had lived for a long time, and suddenly became extremely depressed today.
"I thought Daoyou would continue to fly......
The man fell to the ground, holding a black round bowl, looked at Mo Qing and said with a smile.
"You've been with me for so long, and if I keep flying down, I'm a little sorry......"
Mo Qing's face was expressionless, the white scale shield with white light flashing was already in front of him, and the dark iron rod also floated slightly, and the two were caged in the hands of the cuffs, and they didn't know what was hidden.
The person he said was sorry, but he didn't know if this person was referring to himself or the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man smiled.
"It's really interesting, since you're so knowledgeable, then I'm not aggressive, I'm a kind-hearted person, I don't want to kill more, you leave what you have, let's go!"
He said with a smile, and at the same time, his body moved, and a powerful momentum came out of his body.
Originally, he had a cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, but now with his actions, his cultivation is constantly climbing!
It's only a moment's work, and it has already reached the late stage of foundation building!
While doing this, he looked at Mo Qing with some amusement, looking forward to his reaction, wanting to see if this kid who could still stand in front of him just now would turn around and run now.
After coming here, he could see that Mo Qing's cultivation was only intermediate in the early stage of foundation building.
This made him secretly relieved, and felt that he had indeed guessed correctly.
However, he then became disappointed, this kid who seemed to be very young and did not have a high level of cultivation was not like the others he met, when he revealed his cultivation in the later stage of foundation building, he ran away.
It's going to take a lot of work......
He thought to himself.
He was able to find out that Mo Qing's current cultivation was actually deliberately done by Mo Qing, and Mo Qing wanted this person to think that his cultivation was low, and then unconsciously lower his vigilance against him.
In this way, he will be able to have more opportunities in the future battles.
And now, Mo Qing is actually not as calm as the person imagined.
When he felt that the person had suddenly climbed to the cultivation of the late stage of foundation building, Mo Qing couldn't help twitching a few times in his heart.
I originally thought that this guy was just a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, and it was very good to use it to practice, but where did I think that I met a guy who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger!
I knew that this was the case, and I would have already controlled the White Bone Spirit Boat with all my might, and rushed all the way towards the sect, who would deliberately stop and provoke such an existence.
However, the matter has come to this point, that person has already come to the front, with his cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, the probability of wanting to rely on speed to get away directly from him is not great, and it is very likely to fall into a more passive situation because of this.
In that case, it's better to fight it first and then think of another way!
Mo Qing's eyes glanced over the black bowl in the man's hand, intentionally or unintentionally.
From the mouth of the black bowl, some black gas would float out from time to time, although Mo Qing was far away, but he could also feel a gloomy aura......
If that's the case, it's not like you can't compete with each other......
Thinking of this, he reached out and patted it twice in his arms.
Then a small furry head came out of his chest, and Fu Jiang squinted at his sleepy eyes and yawned at Mo Qing.
Ever since he had stored a thousand-year-old elixir in his body, Fu Jiang had become lethargic.
Mo Qing had checked it before, and he also knew the general situation of the matter.
In fact, it is very simple, that is, because the energy contained in the body of the thousand-year-old elixir is too large, Fu Jiang is a little unbearable after eating it, although it is eaten little by little, but this symptom still appears.
"Don't sleep, you're going to work......"
Mo Qing said to Fu Jiang in his heart.
When Fu Jiang turned his sleepy eyes to the bowl with some black gas floating from time to time in his hand, his eyes lit up, and then returned to normal.
It seems that there is a lot of energy in the body, and there is already a lack of interest in such things.
However, it still bred up and squatted on Mo Qing's shoulder, waiting for the opportunity to strike.
When the person on the other side saw a small monkey suddenly come out of Mo Qing's clothes, he couldn't help but be stunned, and after discovering that it was just an ordinary monkey, he didn't care anymore.
"Since you have been left with a way to live, if you don't leave, then don't blame me for being ruthless......" he said solemnly.
I don't know why, after this person arrived, he didn't attack Mo Qing first, but stood there and intimidated Mo Qing through various means.
Do you want to play this set of soldiers who surrender without a fight?
Mo Qing sneered, unmoved, and didn't answer, he directly waved his hand, and the dark iron rod turned into a black light and rushed towards the man!
At the same time, an ice shield appeared out of thin air on Mo Qing's periphery, blocking in front of the white scale shield.
"I'm really not afraid of death!"
The man smiled coldly, and did not panic, he threw his hand up lightly in a hurry, and the black bowl in his hand floated in the air, and a thick black gas quickly spread out of it.
A burst of aura that was even more eerie and terrifying than before spread, and it seemed to be colder than the wind around it!
And with the spread of black gas, there was also a strange sound coming from the bowl, as if someone was crying and laughing wildly, which made people feel slightly surprised at the same time, and an uncomfortable feeling also floated from their hearts.
Mo Qing shook his head, a powerful divine thought came out of his body, and with a slight turn around his head, an invisible barrier appeared there.
The irritability disappeared immediately.
Although the middle-aged man was a little surprised that Mo Qing could not be affected by this ghost sound, his movements were not slow at all.
As he played the trick, the black qi filled faster.
With a chattering and strange laugh, two ghosts with dark bodies, hideous faces, and a single horn on their heads, more than a foot high, appeared here.
One of them held a large black fork, the other held a flail, and the chatter grinned as they met their weapons at the galloping blackiron bar.
'Dangchang' sounded, and the dark iron rod that Mo Qing had secretly accumulated for a long time before sacrificing was actually blocked by the ghost thing!
The other ghost creature swung the flail in his hand into a large circle, and with a thousand powers, it also smashed the black iron rod that was fighting against the giant fork.
The black iron rod was hit hard, and it flew into the air with a 'buzz'!
The middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting words in his mouth, constantly urging the two ghosts.
Seeing that Mo Qing's attack was frustrated, a smile appeared on his face.
What can this guy do even if he can't be scared away?
With his cultivation, it is obviously impossible to fight against his two 'Yin Ghouls'.
This is not bad, not only can he get the 'Yin Spirit Grass', but he can also use his Yuan Shen as a material, and then refine an additional second-order Yin Ghoul into the 'Yin Soul Bowl'!
You don't take the good road, but you want to find death, who will complain?