Chapter 1161

"What's the matter?"

Hearing the words, don't ask the sky, a flash of light flashed in your eyes.

"In the Qingfeng mountains, there is a kind of demon animal, the magic civet cat, whose cultivation is in the early days of the emperor!"

"Its demon pill can help me improve my cultivation!"

Huan Tian didn't hesitate at all. Looking at Mo Wentian, he said in a deep voice.

"Magic civet cat?"

"Can it help you improve your cultivation?"

"Where is the magic cat?"

Don't ask the eyes of heaven, rise a bright and incomparable light, indifferent way.

"In this valley!"

Huan Tian looked at Mo Wentian, and his voice was very firm.

"Let's go and have a look. Since this magic civet cat can help you make a breakthrough in cultivation, then we'll take the demon pill of that magic civet cat!"

Mo Wentian's eyes lit up instantly.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, he stepped out and walked directly towards the depths of the valley.

"Meow meow..."

For a moment, the figure of Mo Wentian and Huan Tian appeared in the depths of the valley.

As we entered the deep valley, cat calls came in an instant.

"Boss, this magic civet cat is right here!"

In the eyes of magic sky, a cold and incomparable cold way flashed.

"Right here?"

"Why didn't I see the magic civet cat and feel the smell of the magic civet cat coming and going?"

Hearing the words, don't ask the sky's sword eyebrow slightly frowned, eyes glanced around, eyes full of surprise and doubt.

"Boss, this magic civet is a monster practicing magic, and its noumenon naturally will not appear casually!"

"But if you want to teach in front of my illusory ancestor, it's a little tender!"

The low voice sounded, and the eyes of magic sky fell on a shining white flower not far away.

"Magic sky, did you find anything?"

Listen to Huan Tian's words, don't ask him. His eyes suddenly shrunk, and he said coldly.

"Boss, since it doesn't want to come out!"

"Then bother the boss and blow it out!"

The cold light flickered in magic sky's eyes.

As he spoke, his furry claws pointed to the flower with a white light shining.

"Magic civet cat, don't blame the emperor for being rude if you don't want to get out!"

"Dragon fist!"

Don't ask the eyes of the sky, a flash of cold flash away.

With a cold drink, he punched directly and blasted at the glittering white flower.

"Meow meow..."

"Human, you are really hateful!"

Just as Mo Wentian's fist was about to fall on the flower, a Yin pity voice instantly rang out.

"Buzzing..."

Immediately, I saw a civet cat hundreds of feet in the void.

The civet cat was covered with white hair, flashing white light, and seemed to have a transparent appearance.

But its eyes that twinkled with green light, exuded a strange smell, glared at Mo Wentian, but it seemed extremely terrible.

"Boss, don't look into his eyes. He's casting magic tricks on you!"

Suddenly, magic heaven seemed to find something and hurriedly said.

"Cast magic on me?"

"Magic civet cat, I think you are impatient!"

Hearing this, don't ask the sky's eyes suddenly, and a terrible killing intention instantly rose in your eyes.

"Dragon fist!"

With a sharp drink, don't ask heaven to punch again and blast at the magic civet cat in the void.

"The mole ants in the middle of the heavenly king, how dare you shoot at me!"

"Look, I won't tear you to pieces today!"

Looking at Mo Wentian's fist pounding at him again, magic civet cat's eyes suddenly shrunk, and the cold light in his eyes flickered unceasingly.

"Tear me to pieces?"

"I'm afraid you're not qualified!"

The cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's breath suddenly soared.

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, a punch fell directly towards the magic civet cat.

"Buzzing..."

While Mo Wentian's fist was about to fall on the phantom civet cat, the phantom civet cat's figure mysteriously disappeared in place.

"Boss, be careful behind you!"

At this time, the voice of magic heaven rang through the void.

"Behind you?"

Smell words, don't ask the eyes of the sky, rise a touch of cold and incomparable cold.

"Boy, don't forget, I'm a monster practicing magic. It's not so easy for your fist to hit me!"

"But I want to tear you up, but it's so simple!"

A cold voice came from behind in an instant.

I saw the shadow of the phantom civet cat. I don't know when it has appeared behind Mo Wentian.

He opened his claws several feet in size, and there was a cold flash on the claws.

"Die!"

The next moment, the magic civet cat shouted again, opened its claws and directly grabbed Mo Wentian.

"It's ridiculous that the sick cat in the early days of the emperor also wanted to kill me!"

"Spirit, open!"

Mo Wentian looked at the magic civet cat catching at him, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes, as if he had found something.

With a sharp drink, he directly launched the spirit.

With the spirit of Mo Wentian unfolding, the spirit of the magic civet cat instantly appeared in Mo Wentian's mind.

"250 Zhang spirit!"

Speak to yourself, don't ask the sky. The corners of your mouth are slightly raised, and a evil smile spreads in an instant.

You know, now Mo Wentian, the spirit has reached a level of 350 feet, and his spirit is comparable to the mid-term state of the emperor.

But in front of the magic civet cat, the spirit is only 250 feet.

Although the difference between gods and souls is only a hundred feet, the power of gods and souls is very different.

Suddenly, a thought came up in Mo Wentian's heart.

Since this magic civet cat is a demon beast practicing magic, it takes a lot of effort for him to kill with the dragon fist.

But if we directly suppress it with gods and souls, it will save time and effort.

"Magic civet cat, 250 Zhang spirit, dare to fight this emperor?"

"I think you'd better hand over the demon pill honestly to avoid pain!"

The next moment, don't ask the sky, looking at the magic civet cat, with a cold face.

"250 Zhang spirit?"

"Boy, how do you know my soul is 250 feet?"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, magic civet cat looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes full of surprise.

He was a monster in the early days of the emperor, and in front of him, don't ask the sky. His cultivation was only in the middle of the emperor's life, and the difference was not a little.

But don't ask the sky in front of you, but he said his spirit accurately. If you can find out his spirit, it must be better than him.

But don't ask the cultivation of heaven. It's the middle stage of the king of heaven. Don't ask the spirit of heaven. Is it really stronger than him?

"Is it difficult to detect such a garbage spirit?"

Looking at the magic civet cat's suddenly changed look, don't ask the radian raised by the corner of the mouth, which becomes more and more rich.