Graphite was completely wrapped in stone at this time, and his face could not be seen. His voice came, "Wang Ji, please feel with your heart, is there anything inside the bone spear?"
When Wang Ji heard this, his expression changed drastically. The bone spear did not absorb even a single bit of vitality. However, he did not panic and sneered: "Even if you have a way to prevent the loss of vitality, are you still trapped here by me?"
"Hahaha... How naive! Wang Ji, do you really think that I can't break through your blood prison?" With a burst of laughter, the rocks on the old monster's body peeled off.
With a "bang", he broke out of the bone prison like a dragon emerging from the water, and his figure flew into the sky!
"How is it possible? It seems that I still underestimated his strength!" Wang Ji's eyes twitched, and his body twitched instantly. He was already injured. The blood imprisonment must be made by the caster himself with his own blood. If the prison cage
If forced, the caster himself will definitely be injured. Although the blood imprisonment is forced, it does no harm.
If Shi Mo was killed so easily, Wang Ji would also be disappointed. He sneered, "You are already injured, so if you forcefully break through the bone prison, you must have spent a lot of energy, right? In your current state, the most you can do is
Show your strength in the middle of the photo session!"
"That's enough, it's enough to kill you!" Shi Mo sneered coldly.
"Really?" Wang Ji shouted, his hands intertwined, and as fast as phantoms, talismans shot out from his hands. "Blood Imprisonment, Death!"
As soon as the voice fell, he saw the bone prison appear again next to Graphite in mid-air. The blood flowers emerging from the bone prison were burned by invisible fire. Graphite was instantly surrounded by a cage made of blood, and the smell of blood filled the air.
The vitality of heaven and earth surrounding Shi Mo exploded at an extremely fast speed as the blood flowers burned.
The explosion of the bone prison affected the fluctuation of the vitality of the heaven and earth, and the power it brought was astonishing. There was a blood-red light shining in the dark night, and the graphite was surrounded by the explosion.
His body seemed to be imprisoned, and he could only move within the confines of the bone prison. Wang Ji activated the power of the bone prison explosion, and almost all of it hit Shi Mo's body.
Ren Mozi had the cultivation level of someone to be photographed, and his body was as hard as iron. At this time, he also suffered hundreds of injuries, large and small, and looked very scary. Pieces of his clothes were peeled off, but in a moment, there was no trace of anything on his body.
One piece is complete.
"Wow!"
He spat out blood suddenly, and Mo Mo's face turned pale. The power of the explosion in the bone prison was extraordinary. If it weren't for the special skills of his Shi family, he would have died at this moment.
"The Stone Old Monster! It's useless for you to have the ability to be in a photo, but you are still killed by me, hahaha..." Wang Ji laughed wildly, with a crazy meaning in his eyes. The Stone Old Monster is almost a myth in Seoul.
No one has ever been able to challenge his status, and no one dares to confront him head-on.
As one of the three major families, Wang Ji is naturally unwilling to lag behind. However, he has been unable to get a chance for so many years. Today, he finally seizes the opportunity. How can he not make a killing move?
If you kill this old stone monster, will anyone in Seoul dare to challenge your majesty again? What's more, this old stone monster has lived for nearly two hundred years, and he must have a lot of magic weapons. Killing him will definitely bring many benefits.
It's a pity that the idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
Although Shi Mo was seriously injured, he still had the strength to fight again. If he was solved so easily, then he would not be worthy of being called the Stone Old Monster.