My emperor has darkened again

Whether it's good or bad depends on who's using it. In fact, the cauldron can't be described as a spirit weapon now, it's a evil one.

Feng Yi's thunder talent can restrain the dark things, but if the dark power is strong enough, the restraining power will be weakened.

Seeing the huge tripod coming fiercely, Feng Yi immediately sacrificed a withered black wood. It didn't look impressive. However, when Feng Yi sent out the power of thunder from the black wood, the power was magnified several times immediately!

"Boom boom!"

The earth vibrated again, the huge tripod gave out a shrill hiss, the ink night spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the whole body staggered back, with a black face.

Lightning wood! It's lightning wood!

The monk's own thunder talent, strength is linked with cultivation, however, this kind of self-cultivation of thunder Xuanli, can not be compared with the real thunder.

This lightning wood is produced by the tempering of Tianlei, which contains the real power of robbing thunder. Only when the friars at the top of level 11 attack level 12 and meet Tianlei can it appear. Moreover, few can withstand the quenching.

Such a natural treasure can give full play to the double power of the thunder talent. Moreover, the power of robbing thunder is the nemesis of all evil things!

Feng Yi's body, unexpectedly has such treasure!

Seeing that there is no more chance of winning, Mo night can be said to be dead hearted. However, Fengyi didn't give him a chance to breathe. The whole person appeared in front of him like lightning, directly broke his defense, and took a picture of him with the palm of his hand.

He plans to use the soul snatching technique to read the memory of Mo Ye!

Feng Yi's hand has always been merciless. How can Mo ye not know his intention? A strange smile appeared on his face. At this moment, Feng Yi's face changed slightly.

He immediately sacrificed a small clock and flew out. In the blink of an eye, it became very huge, enveloping the whole person in the ink night. At the same time, with an earth shaking sound, the bronze bell, which was originally a low-grade spirit instrument, was smashed.

Even the whole Tianquan mountain swayed for a while under the great movement, and then slowly subsided. If Li Jiuge didn't hold the horn on Baa Baa's head, I'm afraid he would have been thrown into Lingquan!

"This ink night, unexpectedly self explosion!"

She couldn't believe it. Who in the world would spare her life? Not to mention Mo Ye's extraordinary status and high talent. In order not to be robbed of the soul and reveal the secret, such a person would rather blow himself up than compromise!

You know, moye himself is the highest cultivation of the 11th level, and the evil spirit makes him enter the 12th level. Under the condition of almost equal cultivation, even if Feng Yi performed the soul snatching skill, he could only read his memory, but not hurt his original spirit.

With such a resolute attitude, it's more difficult for them to find clues to the people behind the scenes than they imagined!

If Feng Yi hadn't blocked it with the spirit weapon, the whole Tianquan mountain would have been destroyed. This is simply a means of dying together, which makes people feel cold for no reason.

On the ground, there are pieces of spirit tools, but moye has broken to pieces, leaving only a pool of blood. Only the mysterious cauldron with white smoke fell alone in the corner. Fengyi went forward and took the cauldron in his hand.