096 White-haired Yasha

096 White-haired night fork

In the blink of an eye, thirty-six heads were covered with white hair, a little similar to apes. They walked upright, and their faces were no different from human beings, but the extremely ugly monster rushed ten meters before Mo Jian. This is the white-haired night fork in the nine night forks. Living in the outermost part of the vast underworld, more than 10,000 meters from the surface and less than 5,000 meters.

"Jie Jie... I haven't eaten fresh human meat for many years, roar..." The white-haired night fork monster screamed repeatedly, and saliva flowed half a meter long from his mouth, which was thick and disgusting.

" boss, give the order, eat him, eat him, I can't help it..." Another white-haired Yecha screamed.

"No! Don't be in a hurry to eat! We have been holding back for decades! Although this boy is not as thin and tender as those little white faces, he can definitely play with it! Everyone has a share. I'll come first and eat it after playing!" The evil light shines in the old man's green and secluded eyes.

"Hahahaha... Mo Jian, do you see that these white-haired Yesha want to do you!" Qingchan laughed in the Qiangongque and then roared, "White-haired Yecha is the weakest one in the night fork, and they are also the weakest class among the white-haired night fork. Their cultivation is equivalent to that of soul masters to great soul masters. You are a pair of thirty-six, I don't think it too difficult!"

The boss in the white-haired night fork rushed to Mo Jian.

"Big intake claws!"

A magnificent soul power gushed out of Mo Jian's hand, and a big hand condensed by a virtual shadow caught Bai Mao Yecha like electricity. Five thick fingers suddenly came together, and the head of the white-haired night fork boss was instantly scratched and fragmented by Mo Jian, and a stream of green blood plasma gushed out.

"Wo! Wheops! Wheops! ..."

The big intake claws were bombarded one after another, and thirty-six white-haired night forks had no strength to resist at all. In less than half a minute, they were all captured and killed by Mo Jian on the spot.

Mo Jian pointed out a fire attribute soul power, and Bai Mao Yecha's body quickly burned into ashes, leaving only white bones of different lengths. This is a night fork bone, an excellent material for refining soul weapons. The deeper the Yasha cultivation, the longer the Yasha bone, and the better the corresponding effect.

No matter what method is used to obtain the night fork bone, as long as a certain number is accumulated and handed over to the plane college, the college will meet some of the requirements of the students. For example, learn soul skills above the sixth level.

Yasha is a strange creature between heaven and earth, between man and ghost. They live in the underworld. And the underworld is the most dense place of all kinds of violent airflow. Yasha has a strange talent. They not only have the wisdom that is not weaker than others, but also can absorb these airflows into huge forces. So in the Yecha clan, the weakest clan has achieved the cultivation of soul warriors and even soul masters. And this kind of Yasha will always serve as a cool force.

Thirty-six night fork bones are included in the bright light treasure mirror, and Qing Chan said, "Keep moving forward. These night forks can't help your cultivation at all. At least those Yecha, whose cultivation is equivalent to that of a high-level soul master or even a soul master! However, the sense of smell of the white-haired Yasha is the highest. I'm afraid that the night fork, which is dozens of miles around, has smelled your breath.

Mo Jian strides forward.

Dean Lan talked about the habits of Bai Mao Yecha in detail. This is a kind of life that can't see the light. They will never appear in the land of light for a long time. If they can't live underground, they will dive into the depths of dark caves. Rumor has it that it is a cursed human group, hybridising with various beasts, and then giving birth to the Yasha clan.

But wherever it is bright, there is no lurking in the night fork. They must not be exposed in the bright ground for more than an hour, otherwise they will immediately disappear.

It is with this understanding of Yecha that Mo Jian does not need to look forward and explore step by step between the march. This space opened up by the plane college is endless. Only in the extreme places can there be towering peaks. If you want to come there, it is the place where Yasha gathers.

After moving forward more than ten miles in Mo Jian, Qingchan immediately shouted, "Be careful, the white-haired night fork is coming!"

Dozens later, Mo Jian clearly heard the roaring footsteps, and the number obviously exceeded the 36 heads just now.

"Seventy-two heads, all of them are great soul masters! Fortunately, the grade is not high, teenager, it's up to you!" When a large group of Yesha appeared in front of him, Qingchan shouted in a low voice.

Seventy-two white-haired monsters all smiled strangely, like a white wind, which has approached less than 50 meters.

The cultivation of Baima Yecha is very recognizable. The ordinary white-haired Yasha is about 1.5 meters tall. The white-haired night fork less than two meters will never surpass the great soul master. And the white-haired night fork between two meters and three meters is undoubtedly the great soul master. And those over two and five meters are all high-level night forks of great soul masters.

The higher the height of the white-haired Yecha, the stronger the cultivation. The old and unscrupulous Dean Lan once made a funny metaphor: the height and cultivation ratio of Bai Mao Yecha, just like a woman's chest, the stronger it is, the bigger and more charming it is.

These 72 white-haired night forks are more than two meters tall. The leading end is even more than 1.7 meters!

"Little guy, you just killed our 18th, didn't you? The hungry 18 must want to play with your body again, so you took the opportunity to kill him, didn't you? Have you been blurred by the pervert of the 18th?" High-level white-haired Yecha** smiled evilly and said, "I won't give you such a chance. Boy, look at your aura. You must have taken all kinds of panacea, great tonic! Little ones, give it to me!"

White-haired Yecha roared and killed Mo Jian.

Every white-haired Yecha's furry hands suddenly gave birth to long black nails, which were as sharp as knives and grabbed Mo Jian.

"Big intake claws!"

Mo Jian shouted angrily and suddenly grabbed the claws. These white-haired Yesha, who had reached the cultivation of the great soul master, were not sure to break them, so he took the claws straight to the throat of the white-haired Yecha.

With a crisp click, a white-haired night fork throat was caught to smash and killed immediately.

However, the speed of Baimao Yacha is faster than Mo Jian imagined. The big intake claws have only been shot three times. At a distance of dozens of meters, Baimao Yasha has been killed in front of him.

Mo Jian launched the small teleportation holy method to reach the five-grade flight operation, which is at least three times faster than before. The white-haired Yecha grabbed it like a swarm of bees. Between their palms, black energy burst out of their long nails, leaving deep claw marks on the ground.

Mo Jian's achievements in the small teleportation holy law are actually comparable to the speed of these white-haired night forks.

"Five Taoist magic skills!"

Mo Jian's body was instantly divided into five, and the four splits launched the small teleportation holy method one after another. White-haired Yacha could no longer tell which one was the real Mo Jian and grabbed each split. Mo Jian's pressure suddenly decreased. At this moment, he fought with the white-haired night fork, especially the strongest white-haired night fork. Mo Jian immediately made a decision, and the black-horned bow was already in the palm of his hand.

Wheops! ..."

A series of Gangke just shot out. Although the speed of Bai Mao Yecha is extremely fast, how can it match the powerful black-horn archery, the ninth-order soul skill Qingdi's ten strategies!

A head of white-haired Yecha was shot in the eyebrows by Mo Jian, burst directly, and died one after another.

However, after reaching the fourth level of the Great Soul Master, Mo Jian was able to use it only 20 times in one breath!

Mo Jian, who shot 20 white-haired Yecha in a short period of time, was unable to continue his soul power. Qingchan, who had already prepared, immediately sent him soul crystals.

"Little thing, you have a little ability! No wonder you dare to come here!" The 1.7-meter white-haired Yecha roared and exhaled a mouthful of green airflow. He was extremely tall, but his speed was also more sensitive. He immediately killed Mo Jian.

Mo Jian tried his best to launch the small teleportation holy method and escape!

For a moment, a white-haired monster was like a white lightning, with all kinds of ferocious screams in its mouth, and the black energy passing through his fingers was like ten sharp knives, fiercely chasing Mo Jian.

Mo Jian constantly absorbs the energy from the soul crystal and tries his best to dodge. This fight made him deeply realize the power of Bai Mao Yasha, at least twice as powerful as human monks of the same level. I have secretly made up my mind to kill this strongest white-haired night fork as soon as possible, so that the situation can be slightly better.

At least 2,000 students have gathered around the Sirius Monument in College Square. Everyone scrambled to witness the warriors entering the battlefield of Yecha again, and they were frightened to see dozens of white-haired monsters killing fiercely.

Even some high-level students of great soul masters have to admit that they will not have a chance to survive under the strangulation of dozens of white-haired night forks.

"My God! I'm right. He is a great soul master with the fourth-level cultivation!" Someone exclaimed, "Does the great soul master dare to enter the Yecha battlefield? Isn't this going to die?"

"In those years, the speechless senior entered the Yecha battlefield, and he was already the fifth-level cultivation of the soul master!"

"How can his body be divided into five? Is it the five magic skills used by the rumored mysterious magic cultivation?

"His body method can almost be compared with the white-haired night fork, which must be a small teleportation holy law! As long as we complete the conditions and tasks of the college, we can also learn! However, the soul skill of capturing Yecha is extremely powerful. How can it seem to have the power of the ninth-order soul skill?

"Have you seen it? He can shoot a white-haired night fork with every arrow, which seems to exceed many soul skills! Who the hell is this? The fourth level of the great soul master has such a horrible means?

Countless familiar students gathered into a pile, nervously looking at the scene reflected on the Sirius Monument, and couldn't help exclaiming and talking from time to time.

And Mo Jian's old acquaintances, Prince Ling and Simamu, just looked at him for a while. Prince Ling's face changed and gritted his teeth and said, "It's Mo Jian, his cultivation has been improved to another level!"

Sima Mu clenched his fist and shouted resentfully, "Die! Let him die quickly! I heard that there are 100,000 white-haired Yasha in the battlefield, all of which are extremely ferocious and eat human flesh raw. This is just a bastard's appetizer! He must not come out alive!"

Prince Ling's heart was so happy that he cursed over and over again, and he couldn't wait for Mo Jian to be swallowed alive by Bai Mao Yecha.

When I heard the news, there was Cai Xiliu. As soon as she heard that someone had entered the Yecha battlefield, she immediately felt bad in her heart. With the three daughters of Du Miao in the dormitory, she hurried to the square. As soon as she saw the sharp black horn archery, Cai Xiliu's legs were soft and her eyes were black, and she almost fainted.

Du Miao held her and asked softly, "Xiaoliu, what's wrong?"

Two lines of crystal tears gushed out of Cai Xiliu's eyes. The charming girl's face was full of sadness and worry, and she said in a trembling voice, "It's Mo Jian, it's my Mo Jian..."

Du Miao, Xiaolai and Nian Yun were all shocked, and their faces changed a little.

Seeing that Mo Jian's body was divided into five, and after shooting 20 white-haired Yecha in one breath, Cai Xiliu's spirit was shocked. He immediately saw the remaining white-haired Yecha rushing up like crazy. Although Mo Jian tried his best to dodge, his clothes had been torn to pieces, and five blood marks and blood were exposed on his shoulders. Flowing.

"Ah..."

As if this scar fell on himself, Cai Xiliu screamed in a low voice. At this time, none of the students expected that the man in the Sirius Monument suddenly shot ten meters away like electricity. The next moment, the black bow in his hand suddenly shot out a black torrent like a pillar of light!

"Boom!"

Always chasing Mo Jian like a worm eroding bone, the strongest white-haired night fork, and his head directly turned into a green flesh and blood rain and exploded!