"Once I'm free, I'll skin you alive!"
How could it not see it?
Although this person possesses extraordinary martial arts skills, he is still just a mortal!
They simply don't possess the spiritual attainments those stinky Taoist priests have.
Mo Xie ignored him and began to calculate in her mind.
"This soul-summoning bell needs to be nurtured by the power of the soul; the longer it is nurtured, the more powerful it becomes."
"I've been nurturing it for half an incense stick's time, but it seems I'm still missing a final spark."
He recalled the old demon's words—'Even a true great cultivator of the ghost race would fear the young master's yang blood!'
He gritted his teeth, a fierce glint in his eyes, and said, "That's it!"
After speaking,
Mo Xie then slammed his palm into his own chest.
"Um……"
He let out a muffled groan, his face turned pale, and a trickle of blood from his heart spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Upon closer inspection, one can see that this blood carries a faint golden glow—the golden blood of the demon god has also been preserved, but due to the extremely high plane, it has been diluted countless times.
Mo Xie wiped two fingers of her left hand on the corner of her mouth, and with a flick of her right hand, the peach wood sword fell into her hand.
He drew a line of his heart's blood on the peach wood sword.
"Sword control..."
He tossed the peach wood sword into the air, flicked two fingers, and poured all the remaining soul power into it.
"cut!"
He uttered a single word in a chilling tone.
call out!
The peach wood sword, stained with a trace of Mo Xie's blood, transformed into a sword beam and pierced towards the great demon.
"No..." The demon's voice finally turned terrified, and its body twisted wildly—it sensed the danger of death from this sword!
However, it was suppressed by the summoning bell and had no power to resist. It could only watch helplessly as the peach wood sword shot towards it.
Sizzle!
The blood-stained peach wood sword pierced deeply through the demon's chest, leaving only the hilt exposed.
"Giggle..."
Dark green blood gushed wildly from the demon's chest and mouth, uttering a hoarse, dying sound.
The giant demon staggered a few steps on the ground, its ghostly claws weakly reaching out to grab Mo Xie.
Boom!
But he was still one step away from Mo Xie, and in the end, he fell to the ground unwillingly, his pair of scarlet pupils dimming and going out.
Mo Xie caught the Soul-Summoning Bell that fell from the sky, and watched as a wisp of ghostly soul energy floated out from the ghost corpse and landed in the Soul Bell.
He clearly felt that the aura of the summoning bell had become much stronger.
"Could it be that this Soul Bell needs to absorb ghosts to become stronger?"
This unexpected joy allowed the weakened Mo Xie to force out a smile.
Whoosh!
In just a few breaths, the corpse of the giant demon on the ground turned into a pool of thick, foamy liquid, emitting a nauseating stench.
Mo Xie frowned, fanned himself with his hand near his nose, and took a few steps away.
Looking at Mo Zixuan again, he was already trembling and had fled several hundred meters away.
pity……
Mo Xie is now extremely weak and can no longer catch up with that guy.
But Mo Xie remained completely calm. "Xiong Er... oh no, Wang Er, I hope you won't disappoint me..."
He sat cross-legged on the ground and began to regulate his breathing. "Xiaoqian, protect me!"
Xiaoqian bowed gracefully and said, "Yes, young master."
Not long after,
A smug laugh rang out, "Young Master, Young Master, I have fulfilled my mission!"
Mo Xie smiled and opened her eyes.
Then they saw Wang Er, covered in wounds, carrying a human head in his hand, running back triumphantly.
He threw the head on the ground, cupped his hands and said, "I followed your orders completely, young master. I beheaded him and disemboweled him. He is as dead as can be!"
"Speaking of which, that guy is really hard to kill. Even though he was so badly injured, he still... cough cough, it's also my fault for being careless, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have gotten hurt."
"Help me up." Mo Xie grinned as he looked at Wang Er's simple smile.
"Yes!" Xiaoqian helped Moxie up.
Mo Xie walked over to Wang Er, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You did a great job. I won't treat you unfairly."
Wang Da was struck by the great demon and was beyond saving... so Mo Xie could only repay him in this way.
Wang Er scratched the back of his head and grinned sheepishly, "Oh right, where's my brother?"
Mo Xie's face darkened, and he was about to say something, "Your brother, he..."
Just then,
Wang Er suddenly clutched his neck with both hands, his eyes bulged, and his mouth opened wide, screaming, "Ughhh..."
Mo Xie's expression changed. "Wang Er, what's wrong with you?"
Wang Er clutched his neck and said with difficulty, "Young Master, I... I can't take it... Take good care of my brother."
Whoosh!
A breath of black smoke came out of his mouth.
thump!
Wang Er lay on the ground, staring blankly at the sky, black blood flowing from his seven orifices.
Those present
Only one person and one ghost remained.
The pale moonlight fell sadly, and a gentle night breeze blew slowly.
Mo Xie grinned silently. "They're all dead..."
He unconsciously tightened his clothes, feeling the chill of the night wind for the first time.
Just then,
A surprised female voice rang out, "A ghostly demon has been slain?! Who was the master who did it?"
Moye looked up.
Under the moonlight,
A beautiful woman dressed in a Taoist robe landed on a treetop...
...
P.S. Happy Children's Day!
Don't say we shouldn't celebrate Children's Day anymore. As long as we still have a pure heart, we're all children at heart.
It's the beginning of the month again, so I'm asking for some gifts to help boost my ranking. Old Yun thanks you!
Goodnight everyone~
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