The Strongest Almighty God of Urban Magic

Sensing the solemnity in Qi Ling's tone, Ye Tian also hurriedly contracted his mental power and pulled Wang Moyu into his arms.

But what Ye Tian didn't expect was that Wang Moyu's face didn't show much panic, instead it was full of calm before the war.

"What? You know this thing?"

Ye Tian asked tentatively.

"No, I just heard a little."

"Tell me."

At this moment, Wang Moyu paused for a moment, and then said word by word.

"I also read a few words from the ancient books handed down by our family when I was young. However, since that thing is classified as a forbidden technique, I don't know much about him.

I can vaguely remember that this thing seems to have a powerful soul body at its core, and through various means of constant torment, it is he who generates huge resentment.

And now that's wrapping around us, I'm afraid that's the kind of thing."

After hearing this, Ye Tian's complexion also turned pale, even though his understanding of the soul body was not very thorough. However, he also understood that only a powerful soul body could pass the baptism of time and not dissipate.

In other words, what they will face next may be a powerful soul far beyond their imagination!

In this way, Ye Tian kept thinking wildly, and at this time, he also slowly found that the surrounding black objects began to retreat, revealing a very dazed space.

The entire space was empty, but an indescribable nameless aura caused the cold sweat on Ye Tian's back to break out frequently.

"Boy, cheer up. This formation is amazing, let's start!"

Hearing Qi Ling's words, Ye Tian regained his composure, and guarded Wang Mo firmly behind him, his eyes constantly scanning everything around him.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, Wang Moyu, who was beside Ye Tian, ​​seemed to have found something and pulled her shoulders, but Wang Moyu himself was unable to dodge and was hit by an oncoming object.

Only when Ye Tian reacted did he realize that the thing that just flew over was actually a long spear!

The long spear looked extremely old, and there were many traces of erosion on it.

At this time, the spear was firmly inserted into Wang Moyu's arm, and the layers of bright red blood dipped in it looked horrifying.

"Are you OK?"

Ye Tian was also on the verge of splitting, and immediately picked up Wang Moyu's body and asked anxiously.

However, Ye Tian's anxious shouting didn't get any answer. At this time, Wang Moyu just pointed to his arm, showing a look of pain.

"What is this?"

At this time, Ye Tian finally reacted and put his sight on the long spear again.

I saw that there seemed to be some lavender substances around the spear that were constantly expanding, making babbling noises.

And in just ten seconds, that thing has infected most of Wang Moyu's arms!

"Tool Spirit! What to do!"

After realizing that neither the magic element nor the spiritual power could play the slightest role, Ye Tian also began to seem at a loss, and hurriedly shouted loudly in his mind.

"If I feel right, this should be the grievance of the undead. With your current methods, it may be difficult to deal with this kind of thing."_