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The faceless ghost boy was speechless, standing by the reincarnation pool, watching the bloody battle, as if he was out of the matter, or that it wanted to speak but had no mouth, ** and no pupils, the whole "person" lived in the unknown darkness, unable to figure out its never-beating heart.

Batu Mozhigen saw that the stone surface under his feet had sunken, and the three ghost hands and green tendons were exposed, and they were covered with dark blue abscesses, slowly stretching out from the scarlet pool water, and the white claws were extremely sharp, once they caught the ankles, they would definitely clamp into the bones, and they would inevitably be dragged into the bottom of the pool.

His heart is not good, the hard stone surface has turned into a scarlet mud that devours all things, regardless of the real or the illusion, there is no place for strength under his feet, he will inevitably not be able to jump, and he is about to fall into the soul pool, life and death are involved, it is extremely urgent.

The ghost hand waved its claws, only three inches away from his feet, and the coldness in his hand hit him, and he suddenly felt a cold hair stand on end. The scepter then struck the edge of the soul pool, and the majestic body took advantage of the momentum, and the purple feather passed through the hazy rain and mist, fluttering like the wind.

Gluttonous saliva with a fishy smell rushed to his face, Batu Mozhigen could feel the heat in the mouth of the blood jackal, seeing that it looked like a dog not a dog, like a person not a human, the corners of the mouth had been opened by sharp weapons, the skin and flesh turned out, crimson like lips, as if the owner wanted to increase the angle of the opening, the teeth were also polished, along the long "lips" out of an inch.

The blood jackal beast has hideous eyes, its body is bruised, its face is vaguely covered with a little scarlet hair, and its ten fingers are distinct, no different from adults.

Batu Mozhigen secretly said in his heart: "The salt gang bandits are simply inhumane, everyone here is extremely ferocious, murderous like hemp, not ashamed but happy, even darker than Shura hell, lotus falling into the hands of these people, most of them are fierce and auspicious! These festering humanoid beasts must have been suffering people at first, how can the old man do it?"

He suddenly felt compassion and couldn't bear to hurt his life, so he brandished the snake-headed scepter, and the hot flames instantly erupted around his body, and the red mangs evaporated the drizzle, with a hazy and distorted sense of fear, trying to shock the blood jackal and make it retreat.

The beast's eyes traced the outline of fire, and the three blood jackals immediately stopped, looking at Batu Mozhigen, who was wrapped in flames in the rain and mist, their shrunken hind legs torn at the ground, and a mournful wail came from their throats.

The Ten Thousand Beasts Saint Monarch didn't expect that under Batu Mozhigen's serious injury, he could still ignite the humid air with his internal strength, and his strength should not be underestimated, so he pointed in the direction of the red flame and said angrily: "What are you doing in a daze, rush up and tear him apart!"

When the blood jackals heard their master's reprimand, they really rushed over, and the scorching waves dried the soaked hair, and the sparks fell on their bodies, instantly scorching black sheets, and they did not flinch in the slightest, as if they were born to live for killing and starvation.

Purple Feather transformed into countless clones, instantly penetrating the red wall of fire, going back and forth around the blood jackal, drawing the shape of a six-pointed star, and the fire soared into the sky. This fire is the convergence of internal strength, the water cannot be extinguished, and the wind blows more vigorously, so the true qi does not retreat, and it will never end.

Batu Mozhigen was stuck in the air, and the scepter was inserted into the center of the six-pointed star array, and the stone base suddenly cracked, and the stars were so full that the flames rose like dragons in an instant, and the three blood jackals were shocked and flew out, smashing the people of the Salt Gang with corpse poison and hot flames.

The bandits scattered away, some of them were contaminated with corpse poison, and they didn't run a few steps before they fell headlong, the poisonous blood spread, and the whole body looked bruised and abnormal, and the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were bloody, and they couldn't move until they were out of breath. Some of them were splashed with flames, and their soaked clothes could catch fire, and everyone was stunned, so they rolled on the ground without saying anything, but they could not extinguish the ghostly flames, and finally all of them were burned to dry corpses.

The blue eyes of the Night Wandering God increased with anger, and he clenched the handle of the Heaven Killing Blade in his hand, and shouted: "The demon accepts his life, even if the Salt Gang and the Khitan form a bond, Han Mou will also have to compete with Jun, I don't believe that you can rely on your own strength to kill tens of thousands of elite soldiers in Xuanying Village!"

When Han Fan flickered, he was already a few feet in front of the Echi, and suddenly rose up, close to Batu Mozhigen, the sky-killing blade was like a rain in the sky, dancing as fine as a wall, and there was no gap between the blades and shadows.

The wooden-handled divine sword conjured up countless cold rays, flying out from Batu Mozhigen's waist and surrounding his body, but seeing the sparks splashing everywhere, eye-catching, countless iron blades collided together, and tens of thousands of golden and iron sounds seemed to be mixed together.

The blade net expanded rapidly, and it actually surrounded the Night Wandering God in the center, Han Fan's face showed a shocked look, and he said secretly: "The divine knife attack is endless, I can hold on to this extreme knife speed for a while, if I continue to stalemate like this, I will collapse and die, if it is half a minute slower, I will definitely become the soul of the sword, this ...... What a good thing that is!"

The iron face was reflected red by the blade, the ghostly eyes were hideous, and there was a slaughter, Batu Mozhigen said angrily: "Hurry up and release Lian'er, whether it is life or death, even the old man of the bones will definitely have to retrieve it! Although your knife speed is fast, you can't break through the divine blade net, the old man wants to see how long you can last?"

An inky purple figure overflowed from the blade net, Batu Mozhigen's purple feathers flew, falling between the bandits, and the ghost hand soul pool fell in a few steps, as if countless pond flowers bloomed in the village, gradually spreading, chasing Batu Mozhigen, like a shadow.

Hundreds of gangs couldn't run, all fell into the soul pool, countless ghost hands clamped into the flesh, one after another to the bottom of the pool, the more people struggled, the deeper they sank, and the cries for help were endless.

The blood jackals rushed again, but they fell into the soul pool with the gang, they were already short, but they still landed on all fours, so they didn't struggle a few times, and they were already in the depths of the quagmire.

Thousands of ghost hands began to tear up at the bottom of the pool, the blood jackal grinned in pain and opened its long "lips", the cold mud of the pool was everywhere, and then poured into it, and soon the blood jackal was torn to pieces by the ghost hand, and the poisonous blood splashed out, and the surface of the soul pool was steaming, as if it began to corrode.

The Ten Thousand Beasts Saint Monarch was shocked, he knew that the blood jackal had been eaten away by the Netherworld, so he shouted loudly: "Ten years of cultivation, I don't know how many poisonous insects and how many rare medicinal materials have been wasted, this is ...... This is all Lao Tzu's hard work! The big boss should stop quickly, and he will hurt his own people!"

Fan Jingshuo couldn't help but be stunned, and immediately collected the seal, the ghost hand instantly turned into green smoke, and as the wind dissipated, the soul pool also disappeared without a trace, but the stone base was not damaged at all, and those who did not enter the mud of the pool were all amputated by the resurrected stone base, and some did not enter half of the body, that is, the intestines were rotten through the stomach, and the blurred flesh and blood were piled up.

The heart of the Ten Thousand Beasts Saint Monarch was like a knife, he put his two fingers in his mouth, and a sharp whistle sounded, in which resentment and sadness were mixed, and the eagles hovering around him seemed to understand, and they flew towards Batu Mozhigen.