098 Great Soul Master Level 5

098 Great Soul Master Level 5

The people in front of the Sirius Monument can't see Mo Jian's face, and naturally they can't see his red eyes.

Sixty-six dragon essence elixir and Dazhou Tiandan simply turned into two huge torrents of one yin and one yang in Mo Jian's body. Mo Jian could clearly feel that under these two huge collisions, every part of his flesh, meridians and bones seemed to turn into tiny pieces, constantly being washed away, refined, and even constantly recombined.

Everything seems to be disordered.

is different from taking Qingdi Huo Leidan at the beginning. Qingdi Huo Leidan is a simple huge force, like a heavy hammer, to smash his whole body into pieces. These two huge elixir powers are at least twice as powerful as the Qingdi Huo Lei Dan. However, there seems to be a wonderful fit between yin and yang. Every time they meet, they will quietly turn into another new force.

This power is extremely mellow, but it is extremely consistent. It is like a tide, washing Mo Jian's body, but there is no direct trend of explosion. Mo Jian seemed to hold his breath for a long time and couldn't help releasing it.

Such a release is a strong killing!

All the white-haired night forks in front of you will be killed! Kill! Kill!

This is the smoothness that Mo Jian has never experienced before. It has always been able to urge only once, and the soul power will not continue immediately. At this moment, it can be continuously bombarded out one after another. Every time it is used, the power is instantly hollowed out. However, the magnificent elixir will fill the divine sea in an instant.

The King Kong hammer is like a real King Kong, but wherever the golden light passes by, the white-haired night fork will die.

However, the number of white-haired night forks has reached 108. No matter how fast Mo Jian kills, he will never catch up with their swarm of upwards.

The most important thing is that these high-level white-haired night forks are all amazingly fast, and any end is faster than the strongest one last time. Even if Mo Jian used the gilcan hammer crazily and launched a small teleportation holy method to avoid it, he still fell into the heavy encirclement of the white-haired night fork.

" hiss... hiss..."

The white-haired Yasha's nails are like sharp knives, constantly leaving deep claw marks on Mo Jian's body. The whole body has become rags of different lengths, and nearly ten scars have been rolled up, and blood is constantly oozing out.

Mo Jian is almost crazy, and he doesn't seem to feel the pain on his body. His whole body seems to have become a machine, like an arrow. With the keenness and judgment beyond ordinary people at dangerous juncture, he avoids the fatal attack of the white-haired night fork again and again. In a blink of an eye, the King Kong hammer harvested more than 20 white-haired Yecha's lives again, and seven scars were added to his arms, back and thighs.

"My God! This is simply not a human! White-haired Yasha's nails are a kind of gifted magic power, which contains toxins, which make people dizzy and weak, and lose their combat effectiveness. He was so seriously injured, why didn't he feel tired at all?

"The fourth level of the great soul master! 108-headed big soul master above the sixth level of white-haired night fork! He has killed nearly half of it! Oh my God! What the hell is this Mo Jian!"

Seeing such a tragic battle, the students in front of the Sirius Monument shouted. While shocking and cheering for Mo Jian's bravery, more than 90% of people, both men and women, sweated and even regretted for Mo Jian!

Everyone feels that Mo Jian will inevitably die in the tragic end of the white-haired Yecha group!

Cai Xiliu and the four have rushed to the front of the Jingshui Building. The emperor, who has always been lazy and always sits on the rocking chair, with a trace of solemnity on his face and a mirror in his hand, clearly shows the scene of Mo Jian fighting in the Yecha battlefield.

Unlike the Sirius Monument, Mo Jian's face can be clearly seen in this mirror. The red pupil, even the emperor of heaven, felt the strong murder in it, and the fierceness that seemed to slaughter everything.

"Puff!"

Cai Xiliu knelt down directly in front of the Emperor Tianyi and kowtowed repeatedly and said, "Master Tianyi, please, please, please, let Mo Jian out quickly. His cultivation is too low to resist these fierce white-haired night fork at all. Please..."

The emperor raised his hand gently, and Cai Xiliu stood up involuntarily and then said in a low voice, "No one can enter the first three pass of the Yecha battlefield. Either be killed by these white-haired night forks, or he kills these white-haired night forks, and there is nothing I can do.

Cai Xi and Liu Jiao's body trembled, and her face turned white again.

The emperor comforted him in a warm voice: "Don't be afraid! He has such a powerful ninth-level soul skill, and it seems to have stimulated some kind of prohibition. Although these white-haired Yecha are fierce, they can't help him! The only thing I didn't expect was that in just a few years, the strength of the white-haired night fork in Jingshui Building has improved. When Biying entered speechlessly, he was more than a raise! I don't know why."

Cai Xiliu's face changed again, and his eyes were red in the mirror, and his face was almost covered with a layer of disgusting green blood. Mo Jian with blood flowing with blood, and his heartache was almost unable to breathe.

"Mo Jian! Mo Jian! You must hold on..." Cai Xiliu kept muttering to himself.

Du Miao's three daughters also looked at Mo Jian in the mirror. Although they were not as panicked as Cai Xiliu, they were also worried. Emperor Tianyi beside him suddenly frowned and gave Du Miao a meaningful look. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

The murder in Mo Jian's chest is getting stronger and stronger. Every time Bai Maoyecha hurts himself, this murder will immediately become stronger. Dazhou Tiandan and Longjingyuandan meet and dissolve, providing endless energy. More than 70 white-haired night forks have been bombarded into scum, and this energy has still not weakened significantly.

If Mo Jian's speed is faster than that of the white-haired night fork, he can completely slaughter these white-haired night forks.

However, after being injured again and again, the feeling of itching from the wound constantly destroyed his body and mind, and his actions were not as fast and sensitive as the original.

The speed shot by the Donkey Kong hammer is at least half slower than before.

Even if Mo Jian tried his best to dodge, the remaining 30 white-haired night fork shouted sadly, and instantly injured him three more wounds.

"He's finished!" Sima Mu shouted excitedly.

Prince Ling slowly bowed his head and said, "That's good! He is doomed! Doesn't this bastard still want to cheat 10,000 soul crystals for each of us? Let's see how he still wants it now!"

When everyone thought that Mo Jian was about to be killed by Bai Mao Yecha, Cai Xiliu screamed again in front of the Jingshui Building, Mo Jian's speed suddenly accelerated again!

Unexpectedly, in this line of life and death, Mo Jian's mind suddenly flashed a clear message, which was the wonderful state obtained from the previous selfless dream.

He clearly felt that his body suddenly became light, and the vast world jumped and ran by himself. The trauma brought by Bai Maoyecha, the obstacles in the flesh, suddenly disappeared!

Hold Yuan Shouyi, has no foreign things in his heart, forgets himself, and has no worries.

There is nothing in the heart, knowing the sea and air, everything no longer exists!

"Die all!"

Mo Jian roared, and his body shot 30 meters away like electricity, and instantly pulled away with the white-haired night fork! The next moment, the Donkey Kong hammer turned into horrible golden lights, and a King Kong suddenly appeared, and the huge golden hammer hit the head of the white-haired night fork.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."

In less than a minute, the remaining 30 heads, including the white-haired Yesha, who was nearly three meters tall and infinitely close to the soul, all turned into debris.

"My God! Isn't that true?" The crowd exclaimed again. Prince Ling and Sima looked at each other in con sight, and their eyes showed incomparable resentment.

"Bang!"

What shocked everyone is yet to come. After Mo Jian killed 108 white-haired Yecha, the soul line in his divine sea suddenly began to fission. The remaining medicinal power of Dazhou Tiandan and Longjingyuan Dan poured into the divine sea, and new soul lines continued to appear, and then grew rapidly.

The people outside the Sirius Monument could not hear the sound of the Yecha battlefield, but from the magnificent soul power suddenly swept over Mo Jian, they could see that he had advanced!

At a dangerous moment, the cultivation has reached the fifth level from the fourth level of the Great Soul Master!

How many people were shocked and admired. How many people are extremely angry, regretful and jealous, such as Prince Ling and Sima Mu, such as Longying, or standing far away on a tall building, looking down at the Sirius Monument.

"Two million soul lines!"

Mo Jian whispered feebly. Before that, every improvement of cultivation made him full of strength. Only this time, not to mention running away, even the strength to move his fingers has been lost.