Chapter 686

With the experience of refining three magic swords, Mo Li thought it would be a natural thing to find the spirit of the soul burial sword. He didn't realize that he took it for granted until the spirit entered the body of the sword.

The thick blood fog is floating around, and the cold bloodthirsty air is felt during the spirit shuttle. It's impossible to find the sword spirit with his own senses. Fortunately, Mo Li is the master of jiuxiao noumenon after all, and the faint sense makes his soul power always have a clear direction.

Along the way, deeper and deeper, the surrounding blood fog became more and more intense, and the cold breath came face to face, which made people tremble at the bottom of their hearts. They paid close attention to the situation around them at any time. Mo Li believed that his soul power could enter here so easily, not because the Ancient Soul burial sword gave up its defense, on the contrary, I'm afraid the sword spirit of the ancient sword had evil intention to covet the power of his soul!

All things have souls, and those with complete and powerful soul power have the ability of self action and the wisdom beyond the reach of the dead. It is self-evident that the righteousness in the holy land of Taiyi mountain has not suppressed the spirit of the ancient sword for so many years.

The pace of moving forward is getting slower and slower, and the continuous howling and sharp energy impact in the cold wind come from the side!

"Shua"

Don't leave for the first time to retreat towards the rear. As soon as you leave the original place, a red light blows at the position before the power of the soul. The blood fog is torn open, a crack is opened, and then converges again.

"Want to play? Then I'll have a good time with you! "

The other party's arrogance also aroused Mo Li's fighting spirit. The virtual shadow formed by the power of the soul is covered with a light green light. After wrapping this wisp of soul power, the origin of wood obviously feels that the pressure brought by the cold blood around is much less.

"Spring comes from dead wood!"

The bright green awn diffuses in all directions with Mo Li as the center, and the pure wood energy diffuses. The wood war gas, which has a natural control effect on Yin and evil, seems to lose its effect in the face of the surrounding blood fog, and then it is fused in a twinkling of an eye!

"Jie Jie, you are so naive to break my spirit of burial!"

The harsh voice came from the blood fog. It sounded young, but it was arrogant like an old man.

Mo Li's eyes narrowed slightly. He wanted to capture the source of sound, but he could not penetrate the isolation of blood fog.

"Don't waste your efforts. I am heaven in the blood of the buried soul! If you dare to come in... Don't think about going out! "

Shua -- Shua——

It's another blood fog coming from all directions. Fortunately, Mo Li's body method is fast enough to avoid the attack of the sword spirit.

"Why? The body method is good! But - I see how long you can hold on! "

Voice down, more intensive attacks hit again!

Mo Li's face became more and more dignified. While carefully avoiding the attack from time to time, he continued to walk hard forward. The so-called buried soul blood seems to be the area completely controlled by the other party. Now, although he can barely avoid the continuous attack, the speed of progress is extremely slow. And has been consumed like this, even if you can find the position of the sword spirit, I'm afraid there is no spare force to surrender!

More importantly, I'm not sure how long it's been. If it's delayed until the border is closed, even if he can accept the soul burial sword, he will miss it and enter the supreme secret place. It's not worth the loss!

chill! chill!

Mo Li has been warning in his heart that he must not make a mess of himself. He runs fast in his mind while avoiding the attack of sword spirit. He seems to be surrounded by dangers, but he is looking for a breakthrough by paying attention to the changes of blood around him!

Mo Sanxiao once taught him that there is no absolute perfection in the world. Everything has flaws and flaws. Finding out the flaws is often the key to breaking the situation!

It seems that the attack power of blood gas is not big, but it contains bursts of cold and bloodthirsty breath. To capture this, Mo Li decides to give it a go!

"You long Zhang!"

"Roar"

The two fire dragons soared in the air, raised their heads and roared, and the blazing flames rolled down towards the blood sword in front of them.

"Zizizi"

In the blood fog, there were bursts of light sounds, the blood gas coming from the front turned into bursts of smoke under the burning fire, and the blood gas around also subconsciously retreated like a natural enemy.

There's drama!

Don't leave your eyes!

"Damn it! It's fire! I didn't expect that since you still control the fire attribute! " The voice in the blood fog was obviously frightened, but it soon calmed down again, disdaining to sneer: "unless you have the saint's cultivation! Otherwise, these ordinary fires will be able to delay for a while. It's a dream to fight against my funeral spirit! "

"Ordinary fire is useless... I don't know if special fire is useful?"

Don't leave the corner of the mouth to show a trace of evil smile, spread out of the double palms don't know when appeared two groups of golden light. The left palm is wrapped with the dark nine Youming stone, and the right palm is holding a cluster of quiet burning golden flames.

"No way! How can this thing be in your hands

The voice of the sword spirit changed completely. There was a lot of fear in the scream and tremble.

Does this guy know the flame? Don't leave your head full of surprise.

As soon as he saw that the fire had a restraining effect on the surrounding blood gas, he thought of calling out the red flame in the dragon ring. He took it out alone. The terrible high temperature was not what he could bear now, so he took out the nine Youming stone to neutralize the blazing heat of the flame. Mo Li didn't expect that the sword spirit had seen the red flame.

In the heart is puzzled, the next second suddenly into the change, let Mo from the body stiff completely stay!

The red flame in the right palm doesn't change. Instead, the nine Youming stone in the left palm suddenly leaves the palm and ascends into the void. There's no time to be surprised!

The nine netherworld stone is spinning rapidly in the void, and countless blood gas around it seems to be summoned to drill towards the black round stone. A stream of blood red energy is plundered by the nine netherworld stone, and the whole blood color space rolls up a fierce wind between the screams of the sword spirit.

"No - no! Stop it, asshole

Angry roar from far to near, an unreal figure from the blood to the nine netherworld stone blasted away, seeing that he was about to touch the black stone, but was blasted out by a dark energy.

"Well --"

Mo Li clearly heard a dull hum, turned his head and saw a phantom figure in his twenties, half kneeling on the ground. His angular features had already been completely twisted, and his eyes were burning with anger.

"Hoo Hoo"

As the wind roars, the blood of the whole space is completely swallowed by the nine Youming stone. As the stone returns to the left palm, Mo Li looks at the square clear space and the illusory spirit body nearby, and the whole person froze again.