I dressed as the group pet of all the Yuanying bosses

Chapter 262 Beheading
"You are not using the right tool."

Mo Wushuang gasped, "Then you need something to dig quickly."

"Girl, this kind of mining requires a special kind of gloves. If you dig with a sickle, how can you dig fast?"

"Master, why didn't you tell my apprentice about this earlier, I'm ready to get a pair or two."

"Who knew you didn't even know this kind of thing."

Mo Wushuang was speechless, she stopped and rummaged through the storage bags she had just obtained, and sure enough, she found a magic weapon in the shape of a glove in one of the storage bags.

"Really?"

Wearing the special gloves for mining, her speed is indeed faster, but the speed is very limited.

Just when Mo Wushuang was concentrating on digging the spirit stone, he only felt a shaking around him.

Mo Wushuang turned his head, and sure enough, he saw a flash of inspiration at the exit of the wellhead.

Obviously that person has entered the range of the killing formation, and is now trying to break through the formation.

Mo Wushuang stopped digging, and she said worriedly: "Master, he won't break this formation, right? That disciple's life will be in danger."

"You are questioning the ability of this deity again. The killing array set up by this deity, even if the Nascent Soul cultivator comes, it will take a lot of effort if he wants to come out safe and sound.

Not to mention that junior in the middle stage of alchemy. "

Hearing what he said, Mo Wushuang was completely relieved, and she just had to wait.

After a while, there were successive screams from the well.

The corners of Mo Wushuang's lips raised slowly, "Old guy, I told you to plan on this girl, and you will die."

Mo Wushuang released his consciousness to observe the situation in the formation.

This formation was originally arranged by her, with her soul imprint on the formation feet, she could have changed the formation from time to time by manipulating the formation flag and formation plate.

Spiritual consciousness can naturally enter and exit the formation freely without restriction.

Mo Wushuang was also shocked when he observed the scene in the formation with his spiritual sense.

In the big formation, swords, lights and swords were almost attacking at [-] degrees without any dead ends. The monk who formed the alchemy in the formation was already full of wounds of all sizes.

Although no one is short of arms or legs yet, Mo Wushuang obviously can't last much longer when looking at his condition, he looks miserable.

Although those sword shadows are phantoms formed by spiritual energy, their lethality is not as great as real weapons, but they are still enough for him to drink a pot.

Mo Wushuang saw that the man had already tried his best to save his life temporarily.

At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly begged for mercy, "This junior doesn't know that Senior Nascent Soul is here again, so it's really offending. As long as the senior is willing to let the junior go, the junior will immediately withdraw from here."

Mo Wushuang was taken aback, and immediately understood that this man saw the power of this formation, and one of them was a large formation set up by a Nascent Soul cultivator, so he begged for mercy.

Wushuang coughed twice, and said, "Senior, you will remember me when you come here."

When the middle-aged man heard a somewhat familiar female voice, his eyes froze, his face flushed, he gritted his teeth fiercely, "How could it be you, a stinky girl, why didn't you die? It was laid by you."

Mo Wushuang chuckled: "It's all because of the blessings of seniors, this junior has a great opportunity. It's a pity, senior, you have no chance with these treasures, and today you will die again."

(End of this chapter)