A figure hit the pine and cypress trees not far away like a cannonball. Thumb, and then sprayed several mouthfuls of blood one after another, looking at the second elder who was cold-eyed in front of him with a decadent look.
Anger, resentment! All kinds of unresilient flames burned in his chest. Mo Tieyan's clenched fists pressed against the soft grass, and slowly stood up. A smile appeared on his handsome cheek.
"Little beast, you are in high spirits." The second elder's face turned angry, and he kicked the other party's chest with another kick, jumping up like a cloud of fog.
boom!
His head suddenly buzzed, and sharp branches cut through his scalp. The scorching pain dripped into Mo Tieyan's heart along the thunderous blood.
Strength! I need absolute power. Mo Tieyan's extremely angry roar flashed in his mind, and a shocking wave arose in his mind. There was no sign, a ball of emitting a faint golden light but was so hazy that it could not see it clearly.
The shadow appeared in front of him.
"Are you the soul of the Jiulong Trampling God Map?"
The violent look on Mo Tieyan's face quickly weakened, and a light flashed in his eyes, guessing.
"Well, master, why did you forget me so quickly?"
There is a bit of resentment in the tone of the soul. Others get it and feel like they have a treasure. They all want to leave everything to it. Mo Tieyan is so happy that after getting it, he will cool himself aside.
"I haven't forgotten you. Maybe this is our last meeting." Mo Tieyan paused and pondered. It was not that he had never thought about using the Jiulong Trampling God Picture, but he didn't dare to think about it.
The second elder is too strong, far from comparable to the three brothers he met in Qiansi Mountain before. No matter how terrible the power of the Nine Dragons' God-Treading Map is, it has its limits. The key point is that he is the owner.
.
He is very powerful and it is difficult to exert the power of the Nine Dragons Trampling God Map.
"Master, don't you believe me?" There was an unconcealed desolation in the soul's words.
The corners of his mouth squirmed a few times, and his handsome face was full of bitterness. Mo Tieyan said in a very discouraged manner, "It's not that I don't believe in you, but that I don't believe in myself."
"If you think so, you are not worthy of being my master." The figure wrapped in the golden ball was shocked and said firmly, disappearing into his mind before he finished speaking.
"Soul,,,"
No matter how Mo Tieyan called, there was no more figure in his mind. Suddenly, another heart-wrenching pain in his head, and Mo Tieyan was pulled back to the real world.
"Boy, I have accepted my fate so soon. I haven't had enough fun yet." The second elder flew up and kicked him in the chin, immediately causing him to roll back for a few weeks and hit him head-on on the trunk.
puff!
Anger, unwillingness, and loss, all kinds of complex thoughts filled his mind again. You are not worthy of being my master, you are not worthy of, the disappointment left by the soul when it leaves is hating him for not fighting!
"ah,,,"
Mo Tieyan suddenly roared up to the sky, his palms closed violently, and dazzling golden light burst out from his palms. His palms slowly separated and attached themselves to the dantian in his lower abdomen, solemn and aloud, "Nine, dragon, step, god, picture."