"Answer my question. Funeral Night frowned a little when he heard this, "'Gift', what is that!?"

"Do you think I'm obligated to answer your question?" said the giant mothrat, and his body had burst out with a large amount of soul power.

"It seems that only by beating you all over the ground and looking for your teeth will you be able to get you out of that foul mouth. Seeing this, Funeral Night smiled coldly, and the strong blue soul light on his body was tightly released and wrapped around his body.

"Defeat me, it's up to you!" The Rat King laughed sharply, and at the same time, he actually took out a mace from his fingers, "Even you, a human imp in the middle of the Spirit Transformation Realm, dare to claim to be able to defeat my Rat King?"

"It's... Take!?" Seeing this, he was shocked, he didn't expect that the other party would actually use the human ring.

"Squeak, squeak~" The rat's voice suddenly screamed out of the entire bush, and he sneered, "Are you surprised? This weapon and the ring in my hand are the products of your human race." ”

"Oh, by the way, this original master was a soul cultivator in the early stage of the Manifestation Realm, but unfortunately it fell into the hands of this king, and his body has been eroded by my people. ”

And when the Rat King in front of the Burial Night spoke, the Burial Night had clearly and accurately sensed that his surroundings had been densely surrounded by moths and rats, and they seemed to have their own secret phalanx, surrounding the Funeral Night and the three outer layers of the Rat King.

Apparently this was the Rat King's decision, and he didn't want to give Funeral Night the slightest chance to escape. This is its home field, and the Rat King has a strong self-confidence in both his mastery of the terrain in front of the nest in the dense forest shrubs here, and his familiarity with the offensive and defensive routes in the surrounding areas.

It firmly believed that it would not lose to the little ghost in the middle of the spirit realm in front of it no matter what, and the last time, in the face of a human soul in the spirit realm, although it was slightly injured, it still managed to kill the other party.

"Don't talk nonsense with it, just defeat it, leave it for me, and I'll ask him the rest." And at this moment, the words of the elder revered in the heart of the funeral night.

"Since you stinky rat is so hard-mouthed, then let me understand how many catties and taels your self-styled stinky rat king strength has!" ”

The fluctuation of killing intent suddenly spread inside this shrub, and before the nest was a meadow covered with stones and loess within the shrub. The special area to be desertified by moths has been flattened. It was here that Funeral Night began the next fierce battle with the giant king of the moths.

"Boom!!"

The eagle's eyes of the funeral night suddenly constricted, and after the concrete resistance of the moth rat under the water blast gun, a muffled sound exploded instantly.

After all, it is a weapon transformed by soul power, and without a certain amount of cultivation, it is basically not as tough and sharp as a physical weapon.

In the battle between the blue light gun of the funeral night and the mace of the rat king, the blue spear held by the former was shattered by the rat king before it could last a round.

The shrill croaking of rats from the camera position resounded all around, and the moth rat flashed its wings and blasted its mace at the dodging night at the time.

In an instant, under the impact of the water explosion bomb condensed at the speed of light by the Funeral Night Ghost Hand, both of them were recoiled by a few steps apart.

The Venerable Elder had already concentrated at this time, and he could see that the mace that the moth was holding in his hand was a good weapon. At this time, he even had a little itchy hands, but he still didn't think about interfering for the sake of the experience of the funeral night.

The reason for the itchy hands is not that he wants to fight, in the eyes of the elder, this huge moth rat is like the lowest lowly and lowly ant, he just cares about the secrets of this moth.

The mutated soul core, the sudden spiritual intelligence, and the soul beasts that ran rampant in the Chifeng Mountain on the edge of Biluo City... What is the evil ghost in the mouth of the rhino ant?

These can't help but make Elder Zun fall into contemplation, although it has been nearly half a year, but in his cognition, even if it is the base camp of the Southern Regions Demonic Beasts, the third-order soul beasts have rarely opened their spiritual intelligence, could it be that the soul beasts here have a new move?!

Elder Zun was a little sorry, if it weren't for the fact that the Huai Rhino Ant's wisdom was not so sound, otherwise...

Thinking of this, Elder Zun looked at the battlefield where the two sides were fighting, and it was obvious that he had already regarded the moth rat as something in his bag.

"Bang. ”

Obviously, he avoided the fatal blow, but saw that the Rat King was swinging his mace, and the place that had been omitted had destroyed and broken the big tree where he was in the same place before the side of the burial night, and the soul power of the Rat King attached to the mace was steaming.

Funeral Night's face couldn't help but be solemn, although his eagle eye could accurately and clearly capture every inch of the rat king's movements, but his body speed had to keep up with the latter, and Funeral Night obviously felt a little struggling.

This was comparable to the speed of a Manifest Soul Realm Soul Person, and whenever the light of the third-order soul core on the head of this Rat King was scattered, there was a trace of nervousness in the heart of the burial night.

Every fight is life and death, although the funeral night is not the first time to encounter this kind of scene of life and death with soul beasts, but the tension in someone's heart is still there.

However, although he was nervous, the boiling blood in the body of the funeral night was also accompanied by the eagle's eyes, and so far, the funeral night has not had a single cowardice.

In an instant, after the moth rat instigated its wings to land on the ground, the rat's feet trampled on the sand, grass and soil on the ground, and the burial night immediately erupted with the power of a powerful ghost hand.

The soul power was condensed in it, and the monstrous strange soul power made the Rat King tremble violently, and the rat instinct suddenly shocked in his heart.

But after all, it is the king who commands thousands of moths, and this nest can be regarded as its kingdom, and the power of the ghost hand is like a life-threatening shackle from the region, completely imprisoning the body of the rat king.

"Boom. ”

The ghost hand hit the ground, and the strength that came out of the forest actually blew away the rat swarm in the rear. In front of the funeral night, the entire huge body of the moth rat was catapulted for miles, and the mace in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

One mile is in the unit of the Soul Continent, which is roughly ten meters apart, and the fat body of the Rat King in the distance keeps rolling like a leather ball, and finally smashes into the rock wall, and the powerful impact force actually makes the rock wall a deep concave.

"Poof. ”

The Rat King suddenly burst into blood, and he felt that his entire right arm was dislocated, and the internal organs inside his body were also shattered.

"What kind of power is this..."

The Rat King struggled to get up, his left hand tied to his right arm, waiting to look at the boy in front of him in fear.

After a few seconds of careful staring, the Rat King's face suddenly felt shocked, and the body that had originally stood up couldn't help but take a few steps backwards, and finally a huge fat body fell to the ground.

"You... Who the hell are you?"

When the funeral night approached slowly with an expressionless face, this rat king had already completely felt the horror of the funeral night, the power of the dark red ghost hand, the power of the golden pupil eagle eye, all made the rat king feel the dimensional gap.

Cheng Ran's complete aura at the beginning and the aura emitted by the moth people, coupled with the dark box operation of the elder, concealed the strange smell of the funeral night.

And these humble moths have hardly stepped out of the Warcraft jungle in their lives, they have encountered all kinds of humans in the jungle, and the funeral night is just a simple appearance on the surface and does not pay enough attention to it.

And after continuous battle and evolution, the strength and accuracy of the funeral night at this time are no longer what they used to be.

Blue: Origin Soul Power

Golden: The power of the Eagle Eye

Red: The power of the Crimson Ghost Hand

The three-colored soul qi was crawling around the body of the burial night at this time, and the control of its body in the dispersion was even more convenient. At this time, the elders couldn't help but nod slightly at this funeral night.

The apprentice in front of him is a talented son, and the realm he has cultivated and sharpened is all real guns and live ammunition in actual combat, not the kind of cultivation platform that relies on pills and simulated soul talismans to advance.

Looking at the funeral night, which was already close at hand, the Rat King's instinct for survival quickly rose, and regardless of the injuries in front of him, he quickly commanded his own people in the rear, "Children, give it to me, kill him!!"

"Squeak, squeak~"

For a moment, the sharp mouse cry exploded in the bushes where he was in the burial night, and the face of the other burial night suddenly changed slightly, and the moths that surrounded the back road of the funeral night before were crazy, and the soul core on his forehead rushed like a dazzling radiance.

With the strength of the moth rat's single round, it was not terrible, even if the rat group was not afraid of the burial night at that time, but this time the rat group was ruled and commanded by the rat king, and thousands of moths instantly opened their sharp teeth and pounced towards the burial night.

They flipped their wings like a cloud falling down in mid-air, and some kept running along the ground on all fours, so to speak, and the funeral night was surrounded by water.

"Quick, bury with waterfall!!" The elder's shout, like thunder, instantly exploded in the ears of the funeral night.

Also looking at this opportunity, the rat king immediately stepped out of this gap and fled into the cave. It knew in its heart that the young man in front of him was not at all the strength of the middle stage of the Transformation Spirit Realm in the human realm, and if it didn't run again, it would only wait for death. The terrible ghost hand and eagle eye had imprinted it in its heart, the most primitive instinctive fear.

As for its people, as long as it is given enough time, it is not enough to form a huge rat army again.

"Hmph, these miscellaneous pieces who don't know whether they are alive or dead. Seeing this, one by one moths pounced on him, he couldn't help gritting his teeth and snorting secretly, and then he gasped and began to seal the soul technique with both hands.

Suddenly, in the gloomy and noisy bushes, a large number of elemental fluctuations suddenly appeared, accompanied by a strong roar, only to see the water attribute soul energy around Fu Ye's side surging, directly like an enchantment to bounce away the swarm of rats rushing in front of him.

The soul power is connected to the meridians from the root of the soul, and it is embodied from the inside to the outside and converges in the mid-air behind the funeral night. I saw that the monstrous soul power seemed to tear through the space, and in the condensation of the blue soul light in his hand, the boiling water that flowed in vain was steaming the surrounding forests!!