The lack of black means that this person has not practiced soul hunting.
The layer of black mist on the soul hunter's body is also equivalent to impurities. When the mysterious god is no longer pure, the color will no longer be single. And this person should have little to do with the soul hunter. However, he indulged himself
Are their descendants cultivating? Or are they ignorant and kept in the dark?
At this time, Mo Liancheng looked at Murong Qing.
Under Murong Qing's seemingly shocked expression, there was greed and covetousness hidden in his eyes.
Even though he was well hidden, Mo Liancheng still caught him.
So, Mo Liancheng sneered, but he wanted to see if Murong Qing would extinguish his little bit of conscience and devour the mysterious god of his ancestors? It is said that for those who have practiced soul hunting, how huge is this temptation?
But Tan'er's injury must be dealt with as soon as possible...
He didn't think about it anymore. He slapped the bat and was about to fly away, but Qu Tan'er stopped him.
"Wait until this is over." She gritted her teeth and refused to leave.
Those eyes looked at the fierce battle in front of the city gate, which was already turning white-hot.
"Tan'er!" He frowned.
"Chengcheng, there are still so many tribesmen below. If we leave at this time, it may damage the morale of the tribe. At the same time, who else can Murong Qing resist?" She didn't want to lose more because of her injuries.
The lives of the clan members, "Kill Murong Qing first and then talk about it!"
Mo Liancheng frowned, and his eyes fell on Qu Tan'er's injury. The blood was leaking slightly, and it had obviously slowed down. The detoxification pill had also taken effect, and the blood was gradually turning bright red. And around the wound,
There is also a faint layer of spiritual energy protecting it.
Involuntarily, he secretly calmed down his tense nerves.
At this time, Murong Qingxuan Qi came out, wrapped the group of souls and pulled them towards him.
Mo Liancheng and the two did not stop them.
I saw Murong Qing struggling internally and his hands trembling.
Reason is passing away little by little...
The group of souls seemed to be aware of the crisis and was struggling.
He is in a disembodied state and cannot speak. If he could speak, he would probably have cursed others long ago.
Qu Tan'er looked at her coldly.
Judging from Murong Qing's reaction, it should be that he has not been practicing for a long time and his humanity has not been completely lost. Or maybe the man who is the dignified head of the Murong family has more or less two brushes to suppress the greed and desire in his heart.
|Wish.
Gradually, Murong Qing's eyes changed and became more cloudy and unclear.
The color of greed became more apparent! He retreated and wanted to escape.
Mo Liancheng was on guard for a long time. The hidden weapon attack was the pterosaur at Murong Qing's feet!
The pterosaur roared sadly and struggled again and again. It didn't fly very far before it fell headlong!
BAM!!!...falling into the crowd.
Suddenly, Mo Liancheng's indifferent voice said sarcastically: "Murong Qing, you are a beast in disguise, how dare you swallow your own ancestor's mysterious god? Has the soul-hunting technique really made you lose your mind?"
The voice is not loud, but it carries very far.
At least it can be heard clearly from miles away.
Although Murong Qing always wanted to devour the ancestor Xuan Shen, he had not yet had time to implement it.
But for Mo Liancheng to shout so deliberately, his entire being was exposed to the scrutiny of his tribe.
The children of the Murong family all looked this way!
The distance was far, but he could still clearly see the struggling "fog" in Murong Qing's hand.
In this world, most people have seen it.
Naturally, we can know that it is Xuan Shen!
Xuan Shen is struggling and should be aware of the danger!