123 Refining after strangulation

123 Refining after strangulation

When Ye Beishan and Tang Huan approached, Mo Jian was fully aware of the rhythm of life of Wushengteng and never noticed it. Qingchan has roared: "No, Tang Huan, who had fought with you before, rushed over with another soul master third-level bastard with bad intentions!"

Mo Jian's heart suddenly broke out. At this moment, he was simply the fish of the cutting board. When he met the dragon camp, he was more or less lucky.

The Wusheng vine tied Mo Jian tightly and grew into a ten-meter cage. However, the gap between each thick vine is more than one foot and less than three or five inches. It is naturally impossible to get in, but it is easy to stimulate the soul attack.

Mo Jian was promoted to the first level of Soul Master. If there is no vine, he will naturally not be afraid of the two, but it's a pity...

Knowing that his situation is extremely dangerous, Mo Jian tried his best to absorb his mind and try his best to understand the rhythm of life. Between Ye Beishan and Tang Huan's conversation, his mind calmed down again.

The green Zen in the Qiangong palace roared eagerly, jumping up and down.

The familiar rhythm, the wonderful touch that reflects my pulse, came quietly again. At the same time, Tang Huan and Ye Beishan, who were 15 meters away from Mo Jian, took out the fifth-order soul weapon in their hands, a short sword, and a dagger with a great curved curvature, injected soul power, and skillfully passed through the obstacles of Wusheng vine, a blue light and a red light, and shot at Mo Jian's left and right shoulder.

"Haha... Mo Jian, Mo Jian, aren't you able to do it? Even the Zijin Pavilion of the Zijin Club dares to blow up, and even the female Yecha can't kill you. But today, you have to die in the hands of my Tang Huan!" Tang Huan shouted.

"Your baby, I will accept it! Your woman, I will love you! Haha... Mo Jian, from the moment you provoked our Dragon Camp, you were doomed to die!" Ye Beishan also shouted unwillingly.

The two have agreed to break Mo Jian's bones, cut off his tendons and hamstrings, and then torture him to make his life worse than death.

Bang! Bang!

Mo Jian's body trembled, and two solid attacks hit his shoulder. However, two faint red rays condensed into two red dragons, protecting Mo Jian's shoulders at a critical moment. Although the two attacks caused a severe pain, they were limited to this and did not cause trauma.

"Good! Great! This is the advantage of communicating with the Tianlong plane! Have you seen that there is already the dragon power of the dragon plane to protect your body! Of course, it is still very weak now. These two attacked at a distance of 15 meters, which was not lethal enough to hurt you! Come on, get out of here and kill them!"

Qing Chan was shocked first, then happy and turned to the sky and roared.

Mo Jian gritted his teeth and couldn't move at this moment. There was nothing he could do. I can only hope to re-enlighten the rhythm of life and try to get out of trouble. Just now, he became a six-grade Aoki spiritual art, and the bondage of the non-raw vine was obviously loosened a little.

That strange rhythm is getting more and more neat...

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...

After Ye Beishan and Tang Huan bombarded about ten times, they saw that Mo Jian's body did not move at all, and there was no pain on his face, and they were angry and frustrated. When they attacked, on the one side was too far away, and on the other side, they were afraid of being careless, and they also bombarded the critical point to provoke the attack of Wusheng vine. They were cautious and did not dare to do too much.

"Second brother, what should I do? Mo Jian seems to be wearing a high-grade protective soul weapon armor. We are too far away from him to hurt him at all!" Tang Huan said angrily.

Ye Beishan gritted his teeth, frowned, narrowed his eyes, and said for a while, "Come closer. Within ten meters, our attack power will be doubled!"

Tang Huan hesitated and said, "What if we are too close and Wu Shengteng attacks us?"

Ye Beishan scolded: "If Mo Jian returns to the college alive, do you know how we will be punished?"

If the college knows that there are students in such dangerous places as chaotic areas and kill each other, they will naturally be severely punished. But even so, every time I enter it, some students always die. There are natural disasters, but more man-made disasters. Most of the students of major forces have hatred. Moreover, anyone is a soul master with a lot of materials. Once in trouble, others will not only not help, but also fall into the well.

Tang Huan immediately made up his mind, and a murder flashed in his eyes and said, "Yes, Mo Jian must not stay. Today is the time of his death. Let's get closer and we must kill him!"

The two walked carefully, walking for three minutes at a distance of five meters.

When it was only ten meters away from Mo Jian and three meters away from the cage of Wusheng vine, it was still safe and sound. A look of excitement flashed in Tang Huan's eyes and shouted, "Okay! This time, I see how Mo Jian can escape!"

Wh! Wheops!

The fifth-order soul weapon in the hands of the two burst out two cold lights again. Through the layers of lifeless vine cages, it accurately bombarded Mo Jian.

One in the chest, one in the shoulder.

Mo Jian's whole body trembled and spit out a small mouthful of blood. The injury brought by such a distance is far from comparable. It has more than doubled, and the defense of the dragon's power is obviously insufficient.

"Haha... He vomited blood, second brother, work harder..." Tang Huan shouted excitedly.

The two attacked more than ten times in a row.

Mo Jian's chest has been severely traumatized, but he has always tried his best to feel the strange rhythm of life. It and its own pulse beat more and more harmoniously, and even began to merge. In a blink of an eye, they actually reached a wonderful state of separation from each other.

Wh!

Mo Jian's chest was bombarded by Ye Beishan again, and it was already bloody. The two saw the bombardment of the chest, causing the most serious injury to Mo Jian. How could they let it go?

At this moment, the six-grade Aoki spirit in Mo Jian's body suddenly began to operate on its own. A magnificent energy or vitality gushed out from the Wusheng vine. While repairing his injury quickly, Liupin Aoki Lingshu suddenly began to transform at a rapidly changing speed.

ka...

is very similar to the cultivation of Liupin Aoki Spirit, but the energy is at least three times larger. When Aoki Lingshu reached the seventh grade in an instant, it was tightly tied to his body, and the thigh-thick vine suddenly loosened and then loosened. Then, between Mo Jian's thoughts, like countless pythons roaring in the air, frantically entangled with Ye Beishan and Tang Huan.

"Ah..." The two of them screamed in horror and fled back desperately, but how could they match the length and speed of the horrible?

The next moment, the two were tightly tied by the vines like rice dumplings.

"Tang Huan! Ye Beishan! You are dead!" Mo Jian roared, and his eyes were blood red. After being bombarded like a sandbag by these two bastards for so long, it's not that he is not angry, but that he dares not be distracted.

Afraid of being interrupted by them to feel the mysterious rhythm of life!

Now, by chance, the seven-grade Aoki spiritual skill has been cultivated. Not only did he feel the rhythm of life in the Wusheng vine, but Mo Jian can even control the Wusheng vine!

Angry to the sky, completely burst out!

With a thought, Wusheng Teng not only tied Tang Huan and Ye Beishan firmly, but also increased their strength. Wusheng vine, which was thicker than his thighs, strangled the bodies of the two people fiercely. On the one-year-old, the physical body of these two people is far less than that of Mo Jian, who has been practicing hard for a long time. On the other, Mo Jian is murderous and furious, controlling the lifeless vine. Where the two were strangled, they directly sank a few inches, and the rest were high and swollen, like buckets.

"Kka!"

First, Tang Huan, who was the first-level soul master, couldn't bear the horrible Wusheng vine. His small arms and calves were strangled, and the pig's liver-colored face was distorted, making a sad scream.

"Ye Beishan, I know you! There are many tricks! It seems that your soul master's third-order cultivation is not bad, and you can carry it more than Tang Huan! Good, I'll help you with something more tough!" Mo Jian's eyes were gloomy and said these words coldly. His mind moved, and he controlled the Wusheng vine again and strangled Ye Beishan fiercely.

Puff...

The extreme squeeze of the body is a majestic soul master, strangled out of a stinky fart!

A look of disgust flashed in Mo Jian's eyes, and his eyes were still cold, and he continued to die. How powerful is the treasure on the upper plane of Wusheng vine? In less than 30 seconds, there was a crisp sound of bone fracture. Longying No. 2 character, several ribs have been strangled.

"Let's all die! Whoever dealt with me will die!"

Mo Jian roared again, and his body suddenly rose into the air. He cultivated seven-grade Aoki spiritual skill, which integrated the life rhythm of the Wusheng vine with his own pulse, controlled the Wusheng vine, and rose into the air. Naturally, there was no difficulty.

Bang!

Mo Jian, who flew like a big bird, kicked Tang Huan's head fiercely and directly kicked Tanghun Zun to faint. Mo Jian shouted in a low voice: "Innate white bones refine magic skills!"

The right hand turned into a claw and pressed tightly on the top of Tang Huan's head. In an instant, the soul power in Tang Huan's divine sea was fully exerted, like a flood of the sluice, swarming into Mo Jian's body and then converging into the sea of gods.

Mo Jian's soul line, with the pouring of great soul power, began to grow and transform again.

Not long ago, when he was connected with Tang Huan, Mo Jian was still afraid of this person's speed. Fortunately, Lu Wenya came forward to protect himself. Now, Tang Huan is the tragic ending refined by him.

In just ten minutes, the soul power in Tang Huan's sea was all gone, and he fainted directly and became a useless person. Mo Jian's cold eyes fell on Ye Beishan. This second think tank of Longying was already scared and cried and begged for mercy, "Mo Jian, let me go, please, let me go!" As long as you are willing to let me go, I am willing to be an ox and a horse for you. I am your slave. Let me go! Soul crystal? Do you want soul crystal? I'll give you 100,000, let me go..."

Ye Beishan's plea for mercy was extremely miserable and almost wailing.

How much effort has a person put into becoming a soul master, how many elixirs have he used, and how many opportunities have he encountered? How can it be gone at once?

"I'll let you go? Then why didn't you let me go?" Mo Jian scolded angrily, and his body rose into the air again. He was condescending, slapped fiercely and patted Ye Beishan on the forehead.

Ye Beishan fainted immediately. I'm afraid the strength of this palm has made him an idiot or a brain-damaged person. As long as he doesn't die, he can refine his soul power.

The innate white bone refining magic power was used again, and the more magnificent soul power than Tang Huan poured into the sea of Mo Jian's gods like rolling waves.

The soul line is fissioning again!

Originally, Mo Jian, who became a soul master, had eight million soul lines. After refining Tang Huan, about 600,000 soul lines were split. At the end of refining Ye Beishan, the soul line can reach tens of millions!

The soul master of tens of millions of soul lines is the first level, and it is rare. Most of the soul lines of the soul are about eight million.

If you are in the realm of the great soul master, it is definitely impossible to refine the two soul masters. However, once the soul master is cultivated, it can already swallow the mysterious airflow of the upper plane, so that the divine sea has been greatly opened up, and the soul power that can be accommodated is naturally rising.

However, after the two people were refined, Mo Jian clearly felt that tens of millions of soul lines were already the limit of the first-order cultivation of the soul master. If there is another soul master, he can't refine himself, otherwise he will explode and die.

However, the cultivation is still at the peak of the first level of the soul master, and has never broken through to the second level.

In the realm of soul respect, if you want to improve your cultivation, you not only need to continue your soul power and open up the soul line, but also need to accumulate the spirit of heaven and earth. With the help of the mysterious air flow of the upper plane, you can refine the body, beat the soul, and open your wisdom to improve.