Thousands of years ago, the demon world invaded the Xuanling Realm on a large scale. The Dark Night Priest was the think tank of the demon army at that time and acted as a strategist.
It is powerful, proficient in the innate Bagua, and is good at the art of hating victory. It can predict the enemy's opportunities and lead the demon army to unite with the ghost world to sweep through most of the mysterious spirit world.
As a result, the White Emperor emerged from the sky, turned the tide, defeated the allied forces of the ghost and demon clans, destroyed the gates of the ghost world and the demon world, and completely sealed them.
The Dark Night Priest survived the war. Over the years, it has been lurking in the mysterious world, secretly bewitching all forces of the human race and the demon race, winning over people and horses, with the intention of breaking the seal and reopening the door to the demon world.
Some time ago, it spent a lot of money to figure out that the door to the demon world was about to reopen, so it hid in the ruins of the ancient battlefield between humans and demons, waiting for the opportunity.
The Dark Night Priest firmly believes that as long as the door to the demon world is reopened, the demons will dominate the mysterious spiritual world.
But the appearance of the tiger talisman made it unable to restrain itself, because it was the weapon talisman of the demon army that was lost in its hands, so naturally it wanted to take it back as soon as possible.
Therefore, it did not care about its whereabouts being exposed and directly dealt with Ji Mo.
I thought that retrieving the Tiger Talisman would be a simple matter, but I didn't expect that I would encounter a tough challenge.
"You're thinking shit."
How could Ji Mo agree? He believed that the tiger talisman in his hand was a great treasure that could be used to control various monsters. It was impossible to hand it over for no reason.
Moreover, he was very frightened, so how could he be afraid of the threat from the other party?
"Despicable human being, do you think that because of your physical strength, I can't do anything to you?"
The dark night priest's fire-like eyes glowed with green light, filled with murderous intent.
The sneak attack from behind was ineffective. It understood that Ji Mo's body was strong and physical attacks could not defeat Ji Mo, but what it was best at was mental attacks.
Seeing that Ji Mo was so ignorant of current affairs, the Dark Night Priest stopped talking nonsense and took action decisively.
The center of its eyebrows twisted for a while, bursting with dazzling light, and a vertical eye appeared.
This vertical eye was as black as ink, like an endless abyss. There was terrifying spiritual energy in it, and it immediately spewed out like a volcano.
The spiritual power surged into the sea, and the waves surged into the sky, violently impacting Ji Mo's spiritual consciousness.
The Dark Night Priest has successfully killed many masters with this move, and even a super strong man from the ninth level of the Mortal Immortal Realm suffered heavy losses at its hands, and his will was almost wiped out alive by him.
It has to be said that the spiritual power of the Dark Night Priest is really extremely powerful. As soon as his magical power was unleashed, the surrounding Yu family monks were still affected even though they were far away from each other. They only felt a splitting headache and signs of mental collapse.
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Yu Xiaohuan even screamed, covering her head with both hands, with a look of pain on her face, almost showing her true colors on the spot.
Ning Wenjing felt her head roaring, and her pupils lost focus for an instant, but they soon returned to normal.
Because Ji Mo had quick eyes and quick hands, he pulled her behind him and blocked Ning Wenjing.
His body was as towering as a mountain, as if he could withstand all dangers, which was indeed the case. All the terrifying mental attacks were intercepted by him.
"I don't believe you are mentally stronger than me."
The dark night priest roared, his spirit surged, his vertical eyes erupted with black light, countless runes intertwined, and the more vast spiritual impact was like a wave, coming one after another.
The monks of the Yu family couldn't bear it, blood oozed from their mouths and noses, and they couldn't help but scream.
Yu Xiaohuan's pretty face had completely lost all color, and she was about to lose her strength.
"You are pretending to be a ghost. Do you think I am afraid of you because you have three eyes?"
Ji Mo couldn't feel the other party's mental impact at all, but he really couldn't bear to have three eyes staring at him, so he strode out and poked it with his index finger.
The Dark Night Priest had a look of disbelief on his face. Under such a huge mental impact, the other party didn't blink an eyelid and was not affected at all. It was so unexpected.
It wanted to dodge, but found that its body seemed to be imprisoned and could not move at all. It could only watch as Ji Mo's finger poked its vertical eye.
"Huh, naive, how can this avatar of mine be afraid of you sticking your eyes in?"
The Dark Night Priest was very calm and did not panic at all.
But then, it let out a scream, and Ji Mo's finger had accurately inserted into its vertical eye.
There was no flesh and blood flying around, and no blood spurting out, but the body of the Dark Night Priest was like porcelain, with dense cracks appearing.
It looked distorted and roared: "Just wait for me, I will definitely make you die badly."
After saying that, his body exploded and turned into a puff of smoke.
In the air, a yellowed talisman broke into pieces and turned into confetti everywhere.
"It turned out to be a trick of hating victory, and it turned out to be just pretending to be a ghost."
Ji Mo said disdainfully.
He was involved in the five orthodox metaphysics of Taoism, so naturally he looked down on such heretical tactics.
"You can destroy the Night Priest's clone with just one finger. Mr. Ji is so awesome!"
The landlady in the distance was full of admiration, her eyes shining with strange light as she looked at Ji Mo.
The Ancient Soul-Eating Toad said with some worry: "The priest has a very small mind and a strong desire for revenge. I'm afraid he won't let it go."
"Can the light of a grain of rice shake the bright moon? If it dares to take action out of ignorance, I'm afraid Mr. Ji won't let it go easily."
The landlady said disapprovingly, having full confidence in Ji Mo.
How could the reincarnated demon god be slandered by these despicable people?
A shrill scream came from a hidden underground cave at the ruins of the ancient battlefield between humans and demons.
A figure in a black cloak beat his chest and roared to the sky.
His body showed that it was shrouded in a gray mist, and his true appearance could not be seen. He looked extremely mysterious. He was the true form of the Dark Night Priest.
You could vaguely see blue blood flowing out of its forehead. The blood dripped on the ground, making a "sizzling" sound, and a large area of mud and stone was corroded.
"How is it possible, who is this human being, that he can actually hurt my body through his body?"
The Dark Night Priest gnashed his teeth, filled with anger, and his eyes were red.
This was the first time it had encountered this situation. The other party's mystical skills were actually better than it, which made it extremely unconvinced.
It has been immersed in the art of hating victory for more than ten thousand years, and has reached a state of perfection. It does not believe that a human being is actually better than itself.
"I can also hurt people from afar, and my methods are a thousand times more powerful than yours."
The Dark Night Priest was filled with rage and vowed to kill that bastard.
It took out a small piece of ten-thousand-year-old gloomy wood, carved it into the shape of Ji Mo, then bit off the fingertips, squeezed out the blue blood essence, and smeared mysterious runes on the wooden figure.
"Ji, do you think I can't kill you?"
The Dark Night Priest smiled sinisterly, picked up a three-inch long nail, and pierced the head of the little wooden man in his hand.