"How do I feel... There are many similarities between the smell of this guy and that old thing in the whirlpool? Is it... "Don't ask your eyes. Their pupils contracted violently. At this critical moment of life and death, there was no time to think too much. With a wave of your right hand, the blood mist roared and turned into a rolling wave of blood, and went straight to the evil spirit.

At the same time, don't ask left hand gently a tear, suddenly will just refining good blood fog, directly into the.

After all this, don't ask, grab Zheng Tiangang, who is numb beside him, and fly away quickly.

The roar of the blood mist rose from all over the world. The middle-aged man opened his mouth. The blood mist was absorbed by him and disintegrated in an instant. After more than ten seconds, the blood mist collapsed and turned into countless blood fragments. It rolled back and was taken back by Mo Wen.

Originally, Mo Wen felt that as long as he released the bleeding fog, he could at least resist the middle-aged man's approach.

But he did not expect that the illusion of the middle-aged man was so adverse.

He sucked up the blood mist in an instant, and the blood mist was destroyed. Mo Wen also suffered a serious attack. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned as white as paper.

"Mr. Mo, he is..." until this time, Zheng Tiangang wakes up from the extreme shock and looks at the middle-aged man behind him.

"Shua!" Mo didn't answer. Instead, he quickly protected Zheng Tiangang behind him. His body speeded up the power of cultivation, opened the protective cover, and with the fastest speed in his life, his heart thumped and ran straight behind him.

"He must be the old monster, otherwise, it's impossible to suck away the blood mist so easily. What's the cultivation of the old monster and how can it be so adverse? Didn't the blood sacrifice work for him just now? This... How is this possible? "

"Not only that, cultivation is greatly affected, in front of this monster, what can be used to resist?" Don't mumble to yourself. The look of terror in your eyes is already terrible.

Although he didn't know how the middle-aged man appeared, Mo Wen had already concluded that the phantom must have a close relationship with the old monster in the vortex.

However, from his appearance, don't ask some surprise, how can he have such a great similarity with Simons Burney?

Is he just a spirit? He was related to Simons Bernie, who died in his own hands. He was probably a father and son.

If you don't ask about your current accomplishments, you can only kill people like Simons Burney. But once you face people who are really better than you, you can't compete. If there is no miracle, you will be dead. There is no chance that you will be spared.

Because of the difference in strength, Mo Wen clearly realizes that the distance is not a single point. If there is no imprisonment of that array and prohibition, I'm afraid Mo Wen can't confront it at all.

It's absolutely easy for the old monster to kill him.

Many practitioners, if they don't have a chance, may not be able to cross this barrier and enter a higher realm in their whole life. However, it is an old monster. His strength is much higher than Mo Wen's, which is enough to show how terrible he is.

"In order to kill you, I don't hesitate to infiltrate the spirit body. I can go through the array and prohibition. Although I can only persist for a short time of more than ten minutes, it's enough to kill you!" The middle-aged man's eyes are cruel. As he speaks, he reaches out his right hand and grabs Mo Wen in front of him.

"Yes? Then try it! " In a word, Mo Wen's body immediately trembled violently. At this moment, he clearly felt that all the forces around him were interfered by some strange force, and disappeared in an instant, becoming a vacuum. What's more terrible is that countless invisible silk threads suddenly appeared at this moment, like an invisible hand, holding Mo Wen, Pull him back.

"Ah Mo Wen's eyes contracted violently. In the voice of surprise, he was held by the invisible hand and flew directly to the middle-aged man. There was no resistance at all.

A thick crisis of life and death suddenly swept through the whole body. Don't worry about it. Instead, you want to use the power of the spirit stone in your body to open the invisible hand that binds you.

But the next moment, let Mo ask about the scalp explosion, he found that at this moment, not only the body can't move, even all the strength in the body, have lost contact, are like a tan stagnant water, difficult to rise a little wave, can't use any strength at all.

Mo Wen's eyes flashed a wisp of deep despair. He watched his body helplessly and went straight to the middle-aged man.

"Little mole ant, dare to shout with me? I won't let you die immediately, but torment you slowly. Your blood and breath are what I need most. Ha ha, once I devour your flesh and blood, all the arrays and prohibitions will not trap me... Ha ha... "The middle-aged man's eyes flashed red, and he opened his mouth.

When you hear the middle-aged man's chilling words, don't ask if you have more despair in your eyes. But at this moment, no matter how he struggles and jumps, it's useless. The more he wants to use his cultivation power, the stronger his invisible hand will be.

The tendons on the forehead burst up, and the big sweat drops rolled down the forehead. Don't rack your brains, but you can't think of any way to get out of trouble.