The next moment Mo Yan thought about it and the mimicry antimatter ultrafine particle beam on his finger disappeared again.

He comforted Tiluga, because he lost too much blood and felt his soul becoming weaker and weaker. Tiluga sensed it, and she wanted to come out to save him.

"Mo Shaoli is not stupid. Even Mo Zixuan knows your existence. How could Mo Shaoli not beware of you? Since he dares to lie here like this, he must have thought of a way to deal with you. Don't forget that there is Mo Jingtai who is protecting the Dharma not far away."

"But what should you do? Your soul is getting weaker and weaker. Fat Tiger is very worried. It says you are about to die."

In fact, Fat Tiger is not very worried. It is very excited. Mo Wu died now and he was stupid to die. If Tiluoga refused to take over the body, it would abandon this stubborn host and look for the next target. The energy it had enough to escape by itself. At most, all of its previous efforts would be wasted.

"But the task reward is definitely different from the two and three. And this time I will control my destiny and choose a host who is obedient and obedient to me as a filial host as my ancestor."

Tiluoga was very angry, but she couldn't do anything to Fat Tiger. She knew that what Fat Tiger said now was true.

If Mo Yan successfully kills herself and she still refuses to take over the body, the fat tiger will be cleared to zero at most, but she and Mo Yan will both die.

"I would rather not owe to the energy I owe me. This person is not easy to control and is too stubborn. I hate to cooperate with such people. As for whether you take over your body or not, it doesn't matter."

Fat Tiger's mechanical sounds are all cold as before. It's meaningless to not debate with it this time.

"Fat Tiger, if Mo Zi is in danger of death, I am willing to give up my part of my income. We two will launch another illusion to save him. I can postpone the time to return to my world, and all the energy income will belong to you."

Tiluoga's words caused Fat Tiger to sneer and ridicule.

"Are you sure you have been in the world of immortal cultivation for more than 200 years? Have you been living a dog in your mind or have you also fallen in love with this little guy? I remember that all the people who practice immortal cultivation are beautiful and extraordinary. You are not so ignorant, right? Why do I waste so much energy to save a disobedient host? Naive!"

Tiluoga didn't say anything anymore. She always forgot that Fat Tiger was not a carbon-based life like her and Mo Yan because of the three people dependent on each other. She forgot that it was an emotional machine.

It has all kinds of emotional settings, but that's just settings.

Mo Ye still let his blood flow, but at this time there was no more blood to lose in his cut wound. His eyes turned black and a feeling of extreme fatigue hit his heart.

Everything within my eyes became blurry and unreal, but the swelling feeling in my chest gradually subsided.

Was he wrong?

That feeling is just an illusion caused by his excessive blood loss?

The blood-colored skin on Mo Shaoli's body was expanding little by little, gradually extending from his chest and abdomen to his limbs.

Although Mo Shaoli closed his eyes, he could clearly sense it. A hint of joy appeared on his handsome face. When he came, the Taiyi divine body he had always dreamed of will become a reality immediately. Let Mo Qianlin, the old antique who had been sleeping for hundreds of years, continue to look for his divine scroll!

At this moment, Mo Shaoli suddenly felt that his whole body was filled with abundant energy? It seemed as if his body was as light as a swallow flapping its wings and was about to fly? It seemed that something was swimming under his ribs and was eager to get out of his body.

The ribs have wings!

Is the Taiyi Divine Body really so powerful?

His breathing gradually became rapid, and the force that was winding around his body was about to emerge became clearer? He swelled so much that his entire spine felt a pain? This should be the pain that Yuhua must go through. Mo Shaoli faced it calmly? Which body of the mortal body evolved into ancient bloodlines has not experienced many difficulties and hardships, and practice has never been smooth.

A muffled "Puff" sound? Mo Shaoli felt that the skin on his side was being stretched out? The warm blood flowed from the wound. The force that had been wandering under his ribs finally found the pouring mouth and swarmed out...

Then there was a more severe pain spreading from the spine to the whole body.

"Ah~!"

Mo Shaoli finally couldn't bear the pain of skinning cramps and screamed loudly.

A figure flashed in from the door, and Mo Jingtai shouted loudly: "Young Master? What's wrong?"

Just a scent of liquid suddenly poured over his head and his face was covered with his body? Then a ball of flames slapped Mo Jingtai.

With a "bang", Mo Jingtai still hit the shoulder even though he dodged sideways. As the palm with flames hit his shoulder, his shoulders shattered inch by inch, the entire shoulder blades and an arm shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.

Mo Jingtai looked at his petrochemical wound and did not produce a drop of blood.

This time the howl belongs to Mo Jingtai.

Anyone who finds himself suddenly breaks will probably make such a terrifying and shrill cry.

Mo Wu was lying in the spring water and looked at Mo Jingtai calmly? He said softly: "Bang!"

With his weak voice, Mo Jingtai's shoulder suddenly shattered? Mo Jingtai, who had lost his arms and was hunched over, is now a veritable question mark, which is very consistent with his puzzled expression on his face.

I don’t know if I can use my feet to make tricks and cast spells? But Tiluoga and Erha didn’t want to give Mo Jingtai this opportunity to verify. They just won unexpectedly? Who knows what kind of tricks this old guy has?

Mo Jingtai pulled out his feet and wanted to escape? He found that his left foot, which had fallen on the ground, was instantly broken into powder? Then he was his right foot.

Mo Jingtai opened his mouth and let out a terrified howl again, and Mo Shaoli in the Dragon Pool also heard the wailing sound.

Mo Shaoli, who opened his eyes, saw that there were some ribs with wings? It was a winding and brilliant spine that broke out from his back!

That was the spiritual bone that I had spent more than 20 years to completely refine it some time ago!

The spiritual bone belongs to Mo Yan!

Now this spiritual bone swam happily to Mo Yan in the dragon-transforming pond like a living dragon and snake shaking its head and tail.

This scene made Mo Shaoli's eyes burst into tears, and he stretched out his bloody hand: "That's... mine... mine, come back for me!"

He no longer had the strength to stand up, and a feeling of unwillingness to support him in order to get up and pull back the spiritual bone in front of Mo Jian who was a few steps away, but soon another severe pain grabbed him again.

The transparent skin above his belly, which originally covered the entire torso spread little by little to the limbs, was peeled off from him as if he had his own opinions.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

It seemed that the master and servant Mo Shaoli and Mo Jingtai were coming to have louder voices, and the two of them screamed one after another, extremely miserable.

The water in the Dragon Pond became bright red and turbid again from the previous clearness, but this time it was Mo Shaoli's blood.

Mo Yan had become weaker and weaker. He stabbed his heart with the [plague] as if he was being guided. A stream of blood gushed out from his heart and was caught by the wandering golden spiritual bones. Then the entire spiritual bone disappeared along the wound that Mo Yan stabbed out.
Chapter completed!