Chapter 1978

When the practitioners reach a certain level, they will pursue the level above hidden strength crazily.

A warrior with hidden strength can hide his accomplishments.

Hidden strength - essence strength - spirit strength - earth strength - Heaven strength - spirit strength - void strength.

Each level is divided into three levels: postnatal, congenital and peak. According to Mo Wen's current cultivation, he has reached the congenital realm of spiritual strength, so he doesn't need to hide his strength. After his cultivation changes, his strength has changed into a new one.

With the support of spiritual power, his Dao power has increased more than ten times compared with the peak of Tianjing before him.

When Yang Zheng was stunned, the black robed man looked Mo from top to bottom, and then sneered.

"Young man, what are you playing? You don't have any waste of cultivation breath. It's ridiculous to scare me off. Do you think I can be scared by your tricks? " The black robed man said, and then glanced at Mo: "since you see what you shouldn't see, you can't leave it. Go with peace of mind."

At the moment when the voice fell, the black robed man suddenly turned into a mirage. Almost in an instant, he had already crossed the distance of more than ten meters. In Yang Zheng's view, this speed was already against the sky. However, in Mo Wen's view, it was just a little play played by a child.

When the man in black came to Mo Wen, he clapped Mo Wen's heart.

This sudden scene let Yang Zheng can't help but get a Leng, in the heart began to give this silent.

Boy... If you want to die, I will help you.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood, suddenly spilled on the ground, Yang Zheng opened his mouth, and then closed.

Just at that moment, he didn't see what happened. The first meeting between them was over.

Naturally, the injured man was not Mo Wen. At this time, the black robed man was more than ten meters away from Mo Wen, with one hand on the ground and spitting blood.

He raised his head fiercely. Although he couldn't see the eyes under the black robe clearly, he wanted to know that those eyes must be extremely shocked now.

No, it's impossible

What's the origin of this boy?

Under the shocked and unbelievable eyes of the black robed man, he looked at Mo Wen and patted his chest. As he walked slowly towards him, he spoke faintly: "if you don't have the strength to kill people, don't boast that Haikou wants to kill people. And... Before I came out, I just changed into clean clothes. What if it's dirty? How can I see Mr. Hua later? "

Wow, this guy is really nobody, when it's time, and he's in the mood to joke.

Yang Zheng is completely defeated by Mo Wen, but think about it, this boy is too weird, he didn't see how Mo Wen let the black robed man fly out, the action is too fast.

More than that, the man in black robe was very angry. He had been hurt by Mo Wen. At this time, he spat out a big mouthful of blood again and almost died of anger.

Although Yang Zheng didn't see what happened just now, as one of the parties, he realized it clearly.

And up to now, they are still shaking the terror of this young man's means. Just now, Mo Wen didn't use any magic power or martial moves at all. He just blocked the man in black robe with his hand, and then slapped him away.

It sounds simple, but it's not as simple as it is said.

What shocked the man in black robe most was that he blocked his hand full of evil spirit by using his hand directly. The man in black robe knew how terrible the evil spirit was. He was very glad that it was his own magic power. If someone used this evil spirit to fight with him, he would be very sad.

Because this evil spirit is different from the general evil spirit. It can dissolve everything and kill Xing very strongly. When cultivated to a certain extent, it can destroy Xing's life at any time.

But this time, the evil spirit of being invincible in a hundred battles was even completely eroded by the young man.

No matter how much power he used, he hit Mo Wen as if he hit cotton. He never came back.

This also fulfills a common saying: if you beat a dog with steamed stuffed buns, you will never come back.

Can really let him completely shocked, but also to ask the identity of Mo, had a strong interest: "boy, you... Who in the end?"

The black robed man opened his mouth in a cold voice and stood up with strong support: "Huaxia, when did you have such a freak?"

"With your skill, you are not qualified to know who I am." Don't ask a faint smile, tone indifferent like looking at a mass of air: "in front of me, you are a mole ant... Crush you, I don't need a finger can kill you!"

"To die!" Don't ask this sentence, completely angered the black robed man, up to now, the black robed man, can only do his best.

Under the black robed man's loud drink, a large amount of black fog suddenly appeared under his black robe. Moreover, the black fog was different from the previous evil spirit. However, he did not know that he liked this thing best. The more he absorbed, the stronger he was, just like a hungry beggar. The fuller he ate, the greater his strength.

As soon as the black fog appeared, the temperature of the surrounding area was lowered. It was like entering an ice cellar in an instant.

The weather in Fuzhou is warm, especially at this time, it is still a little sultry. At this time, these strange evil spirits come out again, and the temperature forms a sharp contrast, which makes people feel that the temperature change is particularly obvious.

For Mo Wen, it's no surprise, and Yang Zheng is an ordinary person after all. At the moment of temperature change, he can't help shivering.

"Well? It seems that you really have some skills... Unexpectedly, there are still people practicing magic skills in Fuzhou? " Eyes a bright, Mo asked raised a trace of interest.

In the world of cultivation, there are bound to be a lot of evil spirits in the evil arts. Just because the evil arts need to rely on some evil spirits to cultivate, they are called the devil's way by those so-called famous and decent sects. And Mo Wen's cultivation is just one of the devil's ways. However, compared with Mo Wen's cultivation, these ordinary devil's way skills are essentially different, All varieties of black fog have different uses.

Because of this, Mo Wen can easily control the blood dragon halberd, otherwise, the blood dragon halberd appears, few people can easily grasp this powerful evil weapon, let alone control it.

The black fog of the black robed people can't condense out for no reason, either in the special environment, or the ordinary black fog is affected by the natural resources and local treasures.

"Boy, now I know, it's too late..."

"Before I said you were fat, did you gasp first? It's really shameless. I think there must be something I want on you... "Suddenly I felt something wrong with Mo Wen's eyes. The black robed man shivered all over.

"Can you... Detect something in me?" The man in black was shocked.

"With your cultivation, you can gather such black fog and evil spirit. If you don't have these natural resources, do you think you can do it?" Don't ask a sneer.

"You..." although this black robed man has been practicing for quite a long time, he can't gather the evil spirit of black fog. Unexpectedly, such a young boy in front of him has revealed his mystery.

His face was gloomy. The black robed man's face was very ugly, because in his eyes, the young man was so strange! He even felt a sense of danger that he had never felt before.

But he didn't plan to stop. Suddenly, the black robed man said, "today, no matter who it is, you will die!"

"The guy who is beyond his capacity..." Mo asked with a sneer and said with disdain.

"Die for me!" With a crazy roar, the man in black suddenly raised his right hand and opened it to Mo Wen.

In a flash, countless black fog spread from his black robe began to condense into one horrible black fog after another with the speed that can be identified by the naked eye.

This scene makes Yang Zheng crouch down with his head in fright. For the ordinary people who have never seen such a terrible scene, it is commendable that they did not run away immediately.

After these black fog entangled together, it turned into a ferocious black fog dragon!

Mo Wen stood with his hands on his back, motionless, as if he was not ready to start.

The black fog dragon after condensation, instantly into a dozen meters long, light is a dragon head, I'm afraid it can smell under the Mo asked.

Moreover, it is different from the appearance of ordinary black fog. Although the black fog is also black, its whole body is full of transparent fog. The body is almost made of the most strange black fog. It seems that there is a crystal in the dragon's body that can light up the black fog dragon, That's what makes people outside seem to have such a sense of visual error.

This should have been the scenery of nothing, but at this time, the smell of it is... The terrorist attack of destruction!

Looking at the black fog dragon, Yang Zheng opened his mouth subconsciously, and was so surprised that he couldn't speak at all.

What's going on, making a movie? Is this guy a human or a ghost?

Although he was shocked by Mo Wen's methods in Qingzhou, what he saw was different from what he saw today. In contrast, what he saw at the beginning was just the existence of children.

At this time, the light is far away from dozens of meters, he felt that his whole person would be attacked by the constant black fog.

"Don't ask... He... Why does he stand still? Is... He helpless? " Although Yang Zheng also believed that Mo Wen was a very powerful man, he had to believe that there were many mysterious things in the world that he did not understand. Moreover, these things were absolutely not accessible to him as an ordinary person.

The black fog dragon in front of him had gathered together. The black robed man couldn't help laughing: "boy, are you afraid? You can't walk, can you? I tell you... As long as I read, you will become the fertilizer of my cultivation. Now let you know what is the real strength! "

"Oh? I'm looking forward to that a little bit. " With a faint smile, Mo Wen didn't show a trace of panic in the face of this terrible black fog dragon. On the contrary, there was a look of disdain in his eyes.

Black fog dragon, open blood basin big mouth, so pure evil spirit, can be absolutely regarded as the existence of the treasure level.

In the end, what is the talent and treasure that can produce such pure evil spirit? Mo Wen is really a little curious. He has been searching for the cultivation of baby spirit all the time. If he can solve the doubts of the black fog, he can practice because of it, so he doesn't need to specifically search for baby spirit.

"I don't know how to live or die!" With a heavy cold hum, the black robed man no longer talks nonsense, so as not to make a fuss again. Cao directly controls the black fog dragon to kill Mo Wen.

"Mr. mo..." looking at the killing of the black fog dragon, Yang Zheng yelled.

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