As the whirlwind was whirlwind, Mi Sanyi on the ground rumbling up, and he also felt something was wrong. When he saw the whirlwind opposite, he was shocked and took something out of his body in a hurry. Mo Xian took a look and knew that it was a column of smoke. He threw it on the ground, and with a bang, a column of smoke rose into the sky.

This is his responsibility. As soon as the smoke pillar rises, the Vajra Cave will immediately know. In an instant, the monsters in the cave immediately became messy. The king was not at home and there was an enemy invasion outside. After all, the fairies in the cave are just relying on a Vajra King, and the other little monsters are just cannon fodder.

Of course, Mo Xian didn't see all this. He looked at the whirlwind with interest. At this moment, Mi San shouted: "Run, he is the three kings of Poisoning Mountain. If he catches him, we will be the snack in his mouth."

After saying that, he pulled his feet and ran away, and no longer wanted the gong and the flagpole. He ran and shouted, "No, the three kings of Poison Mountain are here!"

There was a laugh from the mountain opposite, and a voice was gloomy and said, "You think you can run away. Be good at making my snacks, so you can suffer less."

The whirlwind suddenly accelerated, and a smell of fish came to my face. Mi San ran desperately, and in a blink of an eye, it went far away, but Mo Xian stood there, as if he was scared.

"Haha, this little demon is tactful. You can't escape. You can suffer less." A pair of big pliers stretched out from the black wind and pinched them towards Mo Xian.

"It turned out to be a flying scorpion spirit, but it's a rare variety." Mo Xian said his head and said, seeing a big claw reaching out from the whirlwind, and raised his hand, the copper spear head suddenly turned red, but it seemed that he didn't feel it at all when he held it in Mo Xian's hand. He smiled and said, "The copper spear head is too pure and not strong enough. I don't know how to use this demon's blood to quench it!"

This is the experience he learned from refining weapons. When metals are quenched, the strength of the blood produced by the monsters is greatly improved. Therefore, he thought of using the blood of the flying scorpion to quench the copper spear head in his hand.

He stretched out his hand and his arm seemed to have turned into a gun barrel. With a puff, a light smoke came out. Although the big pliers were hard on the outside, they could not even be cut into ordinary swords. But don't forget that the gun head was red, with extremely high temperature, and protected by Qi. It broke through his protection and pierced into the big claws.

Only a scream was heard, and the copper spear head had pierced into his big claw. Mo Xian immediately removed the qi that had been laid on it. The internal structure of the copper spear head was quickly optimized. Mo Xian quickly pulled back the copper spear head. When he looked at it, a faint light of inspiration began to flash on the surface.

Hearing the screams, Mi San did not dare to look back. He mistakenly thought that Mo Xian had finished, and he was still regretful. Such a sage ape was over. Who told him that he was unlucky? He had been patrolling the mountain for countless times, and he was safe and sound. Who knew that Mo Xianlai encountered a big monster when he first patroled.

The flying scorpion also flew backwards. This was not what Mo Xian did, but because of the pain. After a few feet of reversal, the black whirlwind stopped and turned into a human form. Facing Mo Xian, his eyes were filled with surprise: "What exactly are you?"

"Am I, a little demon from Mount Vajra, who are you?" Mo Xian said relaxedly. His body adjusted several times, and those times were locked by the flying scorpion. The flying scorpion's spiritual sense wanted to lock Mo Xian, but found that it could not be locked.

"Some family is still Shubo. When you come to the King of Hell, don't be a nameless ghost." Feisie Shubo said beautifully, but he has not been able to attack him for a long time.

Mo Xian felt the copper spear head in his hand, but still shook his head. He was not satisfied. The spear head once again turned red and hot. Seeing the red-haired and charcoal spear head in his hand, he felt something was wrong with the silk. When he gritted his teeth, a black tail hook suddenly appeared, which hooked towards Mo Xian's head.

Shu Bo thought he had concealed the horse stake and attacked again, and he would definitely be able to poison Mo Xian. Who knew that Mo Xian had noticed that he was still talking and laughing just now. In a blink of an eye, his left hand had already brushed out. With a bang, with a bang, this hand actually exerted the effect of thunder and fire. A large piece of energy swelled, sealing the poisonous scorpion tail in an instant.

But his right hand used the spear head as a hidden weapon and shot it out to his heart. A red light flashed. Before Shubo could react, he had already made a hole in his chest. Shubo looked unbelievable and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. His body fell to the ground and showed his true form. It turned out to be a huge scorpion with three pairs of wings on his back.

Shu Bo fell to the ground, and the little demon behind him saw it and immediately fled in panic, shouting: "No, the three kings have asked someone to kill him."

Mo Xian entered the side of the flying scorpion, and with a move in the air, the bronze spear head jumped from the body of the corpse to Mo Xian's hand. Mo Xian looked down and felt it for a while before nodding with satisfaction, and then he looked like a little.

I looked at the corpse in front of me again, thought for a while, and a stream of peach fire rolled away, refining the impurities in the corpse, and the black smoke kept rising. After a while, my body was already very small, and my whole body was as carved as jade, faintly illuminating jade, only about half a foot. At this time, whether it was alchemy or weapon refining, it was all the best materials, and he couldn't bear to refine the essence pill.

He packed up for a while, carried the spoils, and a handful of nine strands of support, weighing more than a thousand kilograms. As for his body, Mo Xian put it into his bag, and then walked towards the Vajra Cave.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Vajra Cave, what happened in front of him made him shake his head secretly.

Because the door of the Vajra Cave had already been closed, and outside the cave, there were several fairies knocking on the door and crying desperately, wanting the little fairies inside to open the door, but the fairies inside were scared and said they would not open the door.

Mo Xian shouted: "Brothers, open the door, the other three kings have retreated."

The little fairies testified for Mo Xian outside the cave, saying that the fairies in Poison Mountain retreated, but the fairies inside didn't believe it, just didn't open the door.

"Look, this is a weapon with silk, nine strands of support forks." Mo Xian dragged the weapon and shouted loudly.

When the little demons outside saw it, they stepped forward to get some of Mo Xian's heroic spirit. They all wanted to touch the nine-stranded forks with their hands, but the little demons in the door also looked at each other and finally opened a crack. When Mo Xian saw it, he immediately hit the fork in his hand, and with a bang, the door was knocked open, and the little demons staggered to the ground. Mo Xian ignored them and walked away with a big strode, throwing the steel fork to the ground with a bang, and then went aside, while the little demons thumped around the steel fork.

Mo Xian went aside and took out the spear head. He saw that there were a few big trees around him, and they had become gloomy trees. These woods were nothing to do with King of Vajra. They moved into the hole. They were huge in size and were all thick in waist. The branches on them could be cut down. Although it was difficult to cut, they were still cut down and made into sticks. Mo Xian's eyes lit up.
Chapter completed!