Although I don’t know how Jiao Lun was able to activate the Soul Sword again, it is expected that he just used forbidden techniques or forbidden drugs to inflict self-inflicted damage.
Besides, even if you activate the spirit, so what? Do you still expect me to stupidly fight with the spirit?
Now that I am half a mile away from the spirit, I have enough buffer room, and when it is really dangerous, at worst, I can lose some of my spirit and move a few miles away in an instant. It is not difficult to get rid of a spirit that cannot last.
God knows, I am really worried about you!
Because, for you, a super 'big fat sheep', I secretly injected enough bad luck into you to create a bead of bad luck, and now you are a 'failing god'.[
There is a saying that says, when you are unlucky, never do dangerous things.
Mo Yi felt that General Jiao was playing with fire at this moment, and just prayed that he would not kill himself. Even if he died, he would have to wait until he was far away from him before dying.
But it was obvious that Jiao Lun couldn't hear what Mo Yi was thinking.
Jiao Lun's current situation was extremely bad. After he shouted those cruel words triumphantly, he unexpectedly discovered that he could not control the ghost of the great python that he had summoned.
Orders to attack Mo Yi were issued repeatedly, but the tried-and-tested soul control technique actually failed.
If this is a troublesome matter, then the next step is to make Jiao Lun's real soul fly into the sky.
The Wild Soul Sword in his hand was constantly absorbing essence and blood from his body, like a glutton that couldn't get enough to eat.
Jiao Lun is really possessed by the God of Mold. He only thinks about revenge and killing people, but he forgets that there is dragon essence and blood in his body that is transforming his bloodline.
He also forgot that the Soul Sword in his hand sealed the spirit of the great python, which was also a dragon-type monster.
Jiao Lun used his own essence and blood to summon the ancient giant python. The essence of dragon blood in the essence and blood was a great supplement to the spirit of the giant python.
Therefore, the spirit of the ancient giant python instinctively and greedily wants to absorb more dragon blood essence.
By the time Jiao Lun realized something was wrong and wanted to give up the Soul Sword, it was already too late. The situation was over. He tried his best to resist the devouring power of the soul, and finally withered away and left only his bones. His flesh and blood turned into energy and entered the Soul Sword.
After absorbing the dragon's blood, the spirit of the giant python showed an unfinished expression, dispersed the shadow hovering in the sky, and returned to the Soul Sword in a swish.
At the same time, a bloody light emerged from the withered dragon's body, then circled around, and finally locked on Mo Yi, rushing into Mo Yi's body at a speed exceeding the limit, exuding a faint aura of resentment.
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Mo Yi was dumbfounded as he watched the dragon turn into withered bones, and watched the blood rush into his body.
From the moment Jiao Lun summoned the giant python and threatened to tear Mo Yi to pieces, only a dozen breaths passed before things unexpectedly changed in such an unpredictable way.
Mo Yi smiled helplessly, feeling like he was being reckless. He had already let go of General Jiao, but he didn't know that he was going to seek death. Not to mention seeking death, he only sought death when he was closest to him.
Mo Yi was confused as to how Jiaolong died, but as soon as the blood light entered his body, Mo Yi knew that he was really in big trouble.
This bloody light is a thought differentiated by a true superpower, planted with the art of blood ban.[
As the saying goes, one thought can travel thousands of miles, and the speed of thought exceeds the speed of light, so there is no need to dodge at all.
This thought does not have any offensive capabilities, but it cannot be expelled.
Because the mind is a virtual existence, unless the spiritual power can surpass the spell caster, other methods will be used.
Mo Yi frowned. His mental power was unable to shake this bloody light, and his reincarnation technique, which could swallow all energy, had little effect.
Warning signs appeared in his mind, as if a huge crisis was approaching him.
He knew in his heart that the owner of the bloody thought must have noticed Jiao Lun's death and was killing him.
If there were still concerns before, now it's a done deal and there's no reason to leave the Soul Sword to the enemy anymore.
Mo Yi came to Jiao Lun and neatly threw the Desolate Soul Knife into the space ring, then ran away in the opposite direction from the source of the crisis.
Yuecheng, which is more than 20,000 miles away from Mo Yi's location, is one of the three major cities in the Northern Territory.
The area of Moon City is ten times that of Wangcheng, with a permanent population of nearly ten million. Recently, monks from all over have gathered in Moon City.
The three main cities are the core areas of the racial war between humans and monsters in the Northern Territory, because here are the largest and strongest monks gathered, as well as monsters that can't be seen at a glance.
There is no place where it is easier to get heavenly merit points than in the main city. Endless enemies mean exhaustive merit points. Use killing to build a future here.
Thousands of meters above the moon city, there stand ten sea monster kings who are as tall as the abyss and the sea, standing in the sky and the earth.
These ten super strong men all suffered from minor or serious injuries, but they were full of momentum and had real murderous intentions.
Echoing the ten Siren Kings, those with equally terrifying fighting spirit were more than twenty human monks.
Among the ten Siren Kings, the most powerful one is the one in the middle with double horns, broad eyebrows, eyes like torches, and a bronze-colored king. He is the commander of hundreds of millions of monsters in Moon City and the leader of the Jiao Clan.
Jiaodong.
Jiaodong looked at the stubborn and unyielding monk opposite and said coldly: "You and I have been fighting for ten days and ten nights, and now it's time to make an end."
Jiaodong's body exudes a kind of coercion that is similar but far from ordinary.
Facing Jiaodong, it's like ants looking up to humans, and humans looking up to the sky, giving rise to a feeling of oppression and insignificance.
If you are timid before fighting, your combat power will be reduced by three points.
Among the human race, an old man with a white beard and a somewhat thin body suddenly shook his body, and a smooth sword force filled the heaven and earth, weakening the momentum of Jiaodong.
"In today's battle, our human race cannot retreat. If you want to fight, we will accompany you to the end."[
Jiaodong looked at this old man with bright eyes, and suddenly sneered: "But my subordinates have been defeated, so how can I be brave? Ku Wenzi, you have to think clearly, it is too late to retreat now, otherwise, after today, I am afraid that your sword will be dead
The sect will fall into dust and disappear into ashes."
Ku Wenzi said with a solemn expression: "You, King Jiao, have been a hero all your life. Today, you are using such small means to try to shake my mind with words. Isn't it ridiculous? Three hundred years ago, you and I fought for three days.
There is no difference between victory and defeat in the night. If you didn't rely on the spirit sealed by the Soul Sword to help you in the end, how could you defeat me."
Jiaotong snorted coldly: "Victory is victory. I could defeat you before, and today is no exception. You rejected my kindness. So, do you think you would rather die than retreat and insist on fighting to the end?"