Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

The wind howled, the ghosts were crying and howling, as if thousands of grievances were roaring in the ears, constantly rushing into the mind.

This kind of offensive is a bit like the magic sound in martial arts.

But power is far more than that.

Rao is Moqiu with a firm mind and a strong spiritual mind.

And Li Gui's offensive is far more than that!

The black mist was engulfed by the yin wind, tumbling in the air, like thick ink, exuding a strange and oozing feeling, and there were huge and hideous ghost claws protruding from it.

The ghost claws lightly fished, and wherever it passed, the rocks turned into rusty flour, the trees instantly scorched, and there was no vitality.

The immortal cloud barrier outside Mo Qiu just touched, and it fluctuated violently, and a cold air penetrated inward.

Fortunately, the slight yin energy that broke through the fairy cloud barrier can't break the black evil body, and it won't be taken down by a single blow.

"Do it!"

Don't ask for a big drink in the mouth, and the body shape changes instantly, which is already to the extreme of the light exercises and body methods that you have learned.

With the blessing of the fairy cloud barrier, he went all-out to step on the virtual step, turning left and right, which was difficult to figure out.

Sometimes violent troubles, the infuriating energy from the palm of the fist to the sun, can also make ghosts temporarily retreat.

It's just that the ghost is different from his previous opponents, it seems to have no substance, and there is no way to fight back.

"go!"

In the distance, Lu Muhui gritted her silver teeth, and with a squeak in her mouth, the hosta on her head turned into a stream of light and flew out.

The streamer quivered in the air, like a misty cloud, gathering and dispersing, stab Wu Fa to pass the eyebrows.

The real secret of Yunwu Yujian!

"Humph!"

Wearing a black robe, Wu Fatong snorted coldly when he saw it, lifted lightly with one hand, and a black round shield immediately appeared in front of him.

The buckler is no more than a palm, like a tortoise shell. With a light shake, it stops the incoming streamer.

At the same time, he drank from his mouth, and a black light emerged from his sleeves, like a spirit snake rushing towards Lu Muhui.

"Jingle Bell…"

Around his waist, two blood-red bells trembled lightly, and the ghost who attacked Moqiu also split into two, and flew left and right.

Buckler, black light, bell...

There are three magical weapons on this person!

Lu Muhui said that sacrificing magical tools would consume a lot of energy, which obviously did not match what she said.

However, this is not the time to consider these.

Two violent ghosts roared in the air, the yin wind swept all over, and the ghost claws emerged out of thin air without a clue.

The ghost has no entity and can move like a flying sword. Although Moqiu's body is strong, it is also extremely thrilling to dodge.

The simple pounce and capture, even if he has no skill to speak, force him to be in a hurry.

"Kachacha..."

Trees fell to the ground one after another, and the wind and smoke emerged from the gaps in the trees, turning them into terrifying ghost claws.

Two claws in one, one fishing, is Peng Ran's loud noise.

"Huh!"

Mo Qiu's body flashed out from the gap of the ghost claws, and with a wave of his hand, the Yan Yang energy shot out.

A touch of strength and yin qi immediately blocked the ghost claw, but it was difficult to completely eliminate the ghost.

the other side.

The figure next to Lu Muhui stretched his hands forward, his body fluttered, and slammed into the incoming black light.

"Peng!"

One person, one thing, each fly back.

"Um?"

Wu Fatong was startled and scrutinized the figure with enlightenment:

"It turned out to be a zombie."

Although the appearance of zombies is accidental, it can't make him afraid.

Said that when he moved his hand, the black light stopped the retreat and showed its true shape, but it was a short cone.

The cone was sharp, and there was black light wandering on it. It trembled slightly, and flew forward again.

Zombies and magical instruments fought each other.

at the same time.

Lu Muhui tensed her face and desperately used the magic weapon to use the cloud and mist imperial sword in an attempt to break through the buckler defense.

However, although her sword art is wonderful, her cultivation base is shallow, and every time she tries to break through, she is stopped by the opponent.

For a time, several people in the field used their own means, and it was difficult to distinguish the outcome.

‘This is the strength of the eighth level of refining qi? ’

Do not seek to fight for a long time, even in this case, there is still room to watch the audience:

‘Fortunately, one person was resolved in advance, if not, then the outcome is unpredictable. ’

The thoughts turned, but the movements of his hands were not slow.

Flame sword, Ziyang palm, Xuanji Gong...

A lot of martial arts that are just yang yang, gush out from his hands, and the innate true energy is all turned into the power of the yang.

Ghosts belong to the ghosts. According to Lu Muhui, mortal warriors can only resist with masculine power, but at most they can only escape for their lives, and the possibility of counter-killing is unlikely.

If the ancestor of the fire was here, it would have been much easier.

Um…

Moqiu's eyes flashed, and his figure suddenly flashed wildly, rushing out more than ten feet away in a flash.

"Woo!"

In the rear, ghost roars struck, and the wind swept across.

Don't ask for a certain stature, hold it with one hand, the fairy cloud barrier rises with one, turning into Zhang Xu Fangyuan and falling.

The yin wind collided with one of them, and it shook violently immediately, as if it would collapse in the next instant.

Being in it, Mo Qiu's expression remained unchanged, and he took out the fire dragon pendant with the other hand.

The fire dragon's **** contains the powerful magic power, but it only has the power of one blow, and a missed blow can only wait for death, and it will not be used if it is not a last resort.

But that was before.

Today, it's different.

"Duh!"

He drank from his mouth, and the fire dragon pierced in his hand suddenly lit up, and a ray of flame floated out of it quietly.

There is a door!

Melting Huo Jue.

This is a method from the Immortal Family's Yuhuo Jue, which has the ability to control and smelt flames.

Although the key does not involve mana, mortals, logically speaking, cannot practice.

But there are always exceptions.

Venerable Agni fell in an ice and fire wonderland that year, his body was stained with some kind of strange fire, and it happened by chance to get started.

Mo Qiu didn't have his opportunity, but he knew Haixingchen, there was no strange fire in his body, but he had a fire dragon pendant on his body.

This is to act in accordance with the law, and the true energy spurs the fire dragon pendant, actually ingesting a flame from it.

"go!"

He drank from his mouth, and the flames floated out.

At first, the flames were only a ray of flames, but as they fluttered outwards, they turned into a slender arm, nearly ten feet long, like a long flame whip.

"Huh!"

Oolong Pan Zhu!

As soon as the thought moved, the fire whip circled in the air, already entangled a ghost claw and extended inward.

The emptiness of the ghost, entangled in the flames, seemed to have an entity, and burned wildly.

"Huh!"

The sharp roar, coming from the black mist and cloudy wind, also caused Wu Fatong's body in the field to tremble.

"how come?"

He looked surprised and looked back.

Although Mo Qiu knocked down Tao Jing with a single blow, he was shockingly powerful, but in fact he didn't care much.

After all, it is just a congenital, even if the explosive power is strong enough, as long as you be careful not to let people approach, you will be fine.

After winning Lu Muhui, the battle was over naturally.

But the current situation is obviously beyond his expectations, and with other changes, there is already a retreat in his heart.

at this time.

"Roar!"

The zombies who had been fighting with the magic weapon suddenly roared, and a strong sullen aura poured out of their body.

Yin evil spirit rushed forward, covering the cone-shaped magic weapon on the spot.

At the same time, both hands stretched forward, sharp nails popped out suddenly, as if ten sharp blades were cutting frantically towards the magical weapon.

Mo Qiu also drank with low mouth, motionless like a mountain erupting, and the breath on his body increased several times.

The limit increase!

"boom!"

He held the fire dragon pendant in his hand, his fists were full of flames, and he punched out, instantly suppressing the other ghost, and at the same time yelled:

"It's now!"

"Not good!" Wu Fatong's expression changed, his heart beating wildly, before he had time to think about it, he had to withdraw and violently retreat.

But at this moment, his chest suddenly felt tight.

But it was Mo Qiu's punch that blasted on a violent ghost, and the flame of the punch instantly enveloped the violent ghost, and the black mist in the field was burned by the flame at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The ten fingers of the zombie also slashed on the short cone magic weapon, converging with the evil spirits, desperately killing the spirituality above.

Whether it is a ghost or a magic weapon, they are all connected with his heart and blood, this is damaged, and his breath is immediately chaotic.

However, Lu Muhui immediately looked down, spurted a mouthful of blood, flexed his fingers as a sword, and squeezed the seal tactics frantically towards the void in front of him:

"Take blood as a guide, the heaven and the soul, and the disease!"

"The mist is misty!"

"go!"

"Om..."

In the void, the hosta trembled lightly, and suddenly disappeared in place.

"Huh!"

The stream of light flashed away, with the speed of the buckler magic weapon too late to intercept, it bypassed a strange arc in the air, penetrated into Wu Fatong's head from behind, and emerged from the center of his brows.

The hosta suspended in front of Wu Fatong's eyes, crystal clear, not stained with blood, like a perfect work of art, but extinguished all his vitality.

"Puff!"

The corpse fell to the ground.

The ghosts and magical instruments in the field stagnated at the same time, and then one turned into blue smoke and retracted into the bell, and the other fell to the ground.

"Huh...huh..."

Lu Muhui's pretty face turned pale, her hands trembled lightly, her beautiful eyes glanced across the audience, she couldn't help being shocked and frightened, and there was also an ecstasy that made her tremble.

"we won!"

She murmured, with an incredible voice in her voice:

"One person refining the seventh level and one person refining the eighth level, we actually... actually won?"

This is nothing short of a miracle for her!

You know, she only has the cultivation base of the fifth level of refining qi, and she is not good at fighting, and she is just a mortal innate.

Even with a zombie, she didn't think she had the slightest chance before that.

"Not yet."

Mo Qiu's voice was cold, and he lifted one hand gently, and a stone shot away from his hand.

"Snapped!"

The stone fell to the ground, and Tao Jing, who had been lying motionless there, was lifted by a breeze and fled away.

"Humph!"

Mo Qiu snorted and waved with one hand, the zombies on the side had already swooped out, blocking the opponent's way.

With a roar, the forest fell silent.

...

In the forest, in a wide area, a bonfire was lit, and the figures were shaking. Don't ask to sit around.

"It seems that the world of cultivating immortals is also very dangerous."

He touched his chest, frowning, where a cold breath hovered.

This is the last moment, the backlash caused by the two ghosts.

The yin-qi is deadly, but the body will inevitably be weak for a while.

"Yes!" Lu Muhui squatted aside, holding the wood and picking the bonfire, and the soundtrack sighed:

"Fortunately, Big Brother Mo is here today, otherwise..."

She shook her head lightly and said no more.

The other party has rescued her several times, and if she is grateful, no matter how much she said, she seemed a little weak.

"Yeah." Mo Qiu groaned, and nudged the things beside him forward:

"Divide the spoils!"

"No, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is no longer necessary." Lu Muhui hurriedly waved her hand with an apologetic expression:

"They came for me. Brother Mo has suffered from Wuwang disaster. Besides, I didn't help much. You just leave everything behind."

"You killed Wu Fatong after all. Without you, I can't do anything about him." Mo Qiu shook his head and said:

"Needless to say, the things of the cultivator are not very useful in my hands. There is still a long way to go in the future, and you also need to increase your strength."

"This..." Lu Muhui hesitated, then nodded gently:

"Ok."

"By the way, Brother Mo, I have good news to say."

"what news?"

"I'm already refining the sixth level of qi!"

Don't ask to look up.

This is really good news.