Carry out obscenity to the end

The son of a daughter can't sit still, you have such a solid background, so don't run around, don't you know it's dangerous outside?

Mo Yi couldn't help cursing in his heart.

How strong Jiao Wang is, Mo Yi doesn't know.

But in Wangcheng, I have seen King Fish and King Crab.

Even the weakest fish king, Mo Yi, who can fight with full combat power, can't find Bei, let alone Mo Yi is still a little disabled now. [

Mo Yi said angrily: "Since your father is Jiao Wang, why did you bring so many people with you without any ostentation, are you looking for death?"

Jiao Jiang felt wronged: "Although there are not many people accompanying me, they are all the elites of my Jiao clan. The strongest have an agreement and can't take action casually. Besides, I have the clan's secret treasure, the Wild Soul Knife, given by my father. You can summon the spirit of the Great Desolate Python, which was sealed by the ancestors, to assist in the battle. As long as you don't encounter the strongest, other people are no opponents of the Wild Soul Sword. Moreover, I came out alone to fight. If I bring too many people, you can see I just ran away, and I can't get the Heavenly Dao Merit without fighting."

Mo Yiyu, indeed, can only blame this dragon for pointing his back and meeting him when he was at his weakest.

If you meet other human monks, you can't beat them, at least you can run them, so you won't be ambushed and killed by the water and wood barrier.

It turned out that it wasn't that the opponent was too weak, but that the opponent chose the wrong way.

Jiao Wang can't afford to offend him now, but with such a large investment, he can't afford to lose money.

Under Jiao Jiang's shameful and angry eyes, Mo Yi swept away all his equipment and storage ring, except for the Wild Soul Knife.

It has already been identified as the secret treasure of the town clan, not to mention the various restrictions placed on it, unless you want to fight to the death with the Jiao clan, otherwise taking this knife will be a disaster, and you will never be in peace.

Although Mo Yi was envious of the power of this saber, he also knew the priorities. After taking away the dragon generals, he searched out all his subordinates again, then withdrew the water and wood spirit formation, and took back the top-grade spirit stone that was the source of the formation.

Mo Yi wasn't worried that Jiao Jiang would take the opportunity to attack him. It's hard to say whether the current Jiao general can have one-tenth of his combat power. It's possible to hurt himself, but he felt a little sorry for the superb spirit stone in his hand, which was originally bright and crystal clear. Now it is dim light, less than [-]% of the spiritual energy is left, and it is a waste of money to fight seriously.

The cost of hundreds of millions of spirit stones made Mo Yi's battles extravagant. This was also the reason why he succeeded in killing the enemy repeatedly. It was really a bit unbearable. Except for him, few people could support such a fighting style.

After packing up everything, Mo Yi began to run and evacuate. He was too lazy to care about how the weak general survived in this battlefield full of killings. Went to a hidden danger.

Jiao Jiang, who was relieved of the death crisis, lay on the ground gasping for breath, and his condition was worse than what Mo Yi had guessed.

To fully activate the Wild Soul Knife, not only does it consume a huge amount of energy, but it also requires the sacrifice of the essence and blood of the original source.

The source of essence and blood is the foundation of a monk's cultivation. It is easy to consume the essence and blood, but it is extremely difficult to replenish, and after consumption, the essence, energy, and spirit will begin to weaken, and it will take a long time of cultivation and breath adjustment to recover.

But this masked monk who set up a trap to lure him to kill himself did not give himself any time to cultivate. The long and long battle not only dragged down his body, but also dragged down his will. For a realm-level monk, even a beginner yellow-level monk can kill himself.

"It's really hateful, extremely hateful." Jiao Wang has always been one of the best existences among monsters, and he, Jiao Lun, also enjoys the treatment of the prince.

Jiao Lun likes to kill, and under his sword, countless human monks died in despair, but he never expected that one day, he would humblely beg for mercy and be robbed of everything.

He looked at Mo Yi who was looting his subordinates with red eyes, and quietly swallowed a tiny blood-colored bead hidden in the flesh and blood of the scales. [

The blood-colored bead fell into his stomach, and the outer shell split open suddenly, and a drop of blood appeared, which then merged into his blood. In an instant, he felt as if his body was being burned by a raging fire, and the pain was unbearable.

If the Jiao becomes enlightened, he transforms into a dragon.

This blood-colored bead is the blood essence of the dragon. It was left behind by the ancestors of their Jiao family when they ascended to the Tao and transformed into dragons.

The blood essence of the dragon not only contains great energy, but also can ignite the blood essence of dragon monsters, promote the mutation of blood, and improve the level of life. It can be said to be a valuable treasure for dragon monsters.

At that time, the ancestor of the Jiao clan left behind ten drops of dragon blood essence. Over the past so many years, seven drops were used. A fetish that cannot be used until the moment of life and death.

Jiao Lun is the most beloved son of the Jiao King, so he is protected by many treasures, but he is not the only heir of the Jiao King.

Monsters don't pay attention to etiquette, righteousness, honesty and shame, but the weak eat the strong, and they speak according to their strength.

If the news of his disastrous defeat and begging for mercy spreads out, he will no longer have the status of Jiaolun among the monsters from now on.

The blood essence in the body was burning and mutating under the stimulation of the dragon's blood. The powerful energy of the dragon's blood began to fill the empty meridians. Jiao Lun was waiting until the aura recovered enough to activate the Wild Soul Knife.

He was enduring, enduring the burning pain of mutations in his body, enduring the twisted and dark hatred in his heart.

Finally, when Mo Yi withdrew the water and wood barrier and was half a mile away, Jiao Lun began to erupt.

He picked up the Desolate Soul Knife, unreservedly released the essence, blood and energy in his body, and successfully summoned the phantom of the Great Desolate Python.

Mo Yi, who was running, suddenly felt an extremely dangerous aura coming from behind him. When he looked back, his expression changed. It was much clearer than what he had seen from a distance before. The even bigger giant python was facing him in the sky.

Mo Yi was horrified, the dragon general who had fallen to the ground did not know when he stood up, holding the Desolate Soul Saber high in his hand, looking at him fiercely, gnashing his teeth and bitterly.

"Put down the knife quickly, don't do stupid things." Mo Yi yelled anxiously.

Jiao Lun sneered in his heart, and his face was even more cruel. At this time, I was sure of winning, and he actually told me to put down the knife, which is pure nonsense.

"For my face, for the glory of my dragon clan, and to vent the anger and hatred in my heart, today I must tear you into pieces and trample you into a pulp."

Jiao Lun's ruthless voice echoed in the grassland, making people feel terrified when they heard it.

Mo Yi's face darkened suddenly, and he felt a little restless.

I can't tell, I don't know the way, I always feel that there will be some unexpected things beyond imagination, which makes my heart inexplicably uneasy.