No, it's a macaque, but it has no aura and loveliness of macaque. It's full of evil and murderous.
"Evil spirit, this is evil spirit!" Behind him, a startled voice of situ yunqi suddenly sounded.
Evil spirit! Gu Fenghua's heart was cold.
In ancient legend, there was a kind of magic, which could turn living creatures into evil spirits.
The so-called evil spirit is not life, not death, both life and death, not emptiness, not reality, both emptiness and reality, which is between life and death, between emptiness and reality. That is to say, they have powerful strength, but they have no intelligence at their disposal. They not only feel no pain, but also have unimaginable tenacious vitality.
Unless it can defeat its spirit at one stroke, even if it is cut into several sections, it will be able to compound.
Evil spirits are so powerful that it's not easy to refine them. First of all, the monster used to refine evil spirits should have extremely strong strength. In fact, it should also have extremely strong spirits and extremely high wisdom.
In the process of refining, monsters have to bear the pain of breaking their bones and muscles and burning their spirits. Only in this way can they stimulate the potential of their bodies and spirits to the extreme and refine them into evil spirits between life and death. Therefore, the chance of turning into evil spirits is less than one, and most of them are tortured to death.
Because it's hard to find the monsters needed for refining evil spirits, and the chance of refining them is too small. After long knowledge, the refining skills of evil spirits are gradually lost and become legends. If they had not seen it with their own eyes today, Gu Fenghua could not even believe that there were evil spirits in the world.
It seems that, in order to confine Mo Tianxing, the eldest grandson luocang also had enough capital to use even the legendary evil spirits.
"Come on, let's go!" Situ yunqi's face turned pale with fright, but he was still righteous. He yelled at Gu Fenghua and others.
Gu Fenghua didn't leave. This time, if they didn't catch up with Miss Niu and meet the old liar, they couldn't find Mo Tianxing so easily. If they just left, they would never be able to help him out.
"I'll go first. Be careful." Seeing that Gu Fenghua didn't mean to leave, situ yunqi didn't say much, so he turned around and ran out.
The evil spirit did not pay attention to him. With a "squeak", he rushed at Gu Fenghua.
Although the grinning looks very fierce, and the cold light and cold claws are full of murderous spirit, compared with the previous floating black fog, Gu Fenghua's mood is much more relaxed.
Take a deep breath, several people's swords cut out again.
"Bang!" The sword cuts the evil spirit and claws, and makes a sound of golden lost.
The evil spirit was shocked to fly upside down, leaving a deep sword mark on his body.
Gu Fenghua several people are also shocked repeatedly retreat, straight back six or seven steps, this just barely steady body.
Although this sword seems to have gained the upper hand, but the hearts of several people are no longer relaxed. Although the sword left a scar as deep as several inches on the evil spirit, there was no blood exudation, and there was no pain on the face like a skeleton.
Obviously, this kind of injury has little or no effect on it.
But they themselves, the Holy Spirit of constant loss, even Gu Fenghua has been unable to recover, not to mention the other several people, at this time, lornen, white fat, ye colorless several people are pale, forehead sweat one by one down the cheek.