Mojin peeled off the black sarcoma, revealing a strong body with white bone scales covering most of the skin.
And on his arms, shoulders, knees, and even his chest and back, there were many sharp bone blades protruding from them, which were much thicker and sharper than those on his arms just now.
There are black lines lingering on these bone structures, which are obviously the result of black mist entering the body. These lines form a wolf head pattern on Mo Jin's entire body. From Ye Zhongming's point of view, it is just right.
I saw a pair of wolf eyes located on the chest, which were fierce and bloody.
The crescent-shaped scar on the heart is like a scar on a wolf's head, diagonally inserted into the wolf's face from the side of the ear, adding a bit of fierceness.
Even if the King of Hell tree didn't say anything, Ye Zhongming now knew what the energy that made him feel sick was, it was this blood-red meat strip!
Ye Zhongming could easily feel a presence that made him extremely uncomfortable from above, as if this fleshy scar was alive and a natural enemy of mankind.
Just now, the magic gold tube is called magic mark, right?
Ye Zhongming tried hard to recall, hoping that he would have this thing in his memory of his previous life, but unfortunately, he couldn't remember anything.
"Don't waste time guessing, you will never understand where my power comes from." Mojin moved his body, and the bone scales collided with each other, making a harsh friction sound, but he seemed to like this sound very much, completely
Immersed in it.
"It is undeniable that you are powerful. If I had not obtained the magic mark, I might have to look up to you all my life. Not only would I not be able to arouse the desire for revenge against you, I would even kneel to you when necessary in order to save my life.
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Perhaps Mo Jin felt that everything was under control. While he was stretching his bone scales to his fullest, he was still talking to Ye Zhongming.
Ye Zhongming did not move, just listened. He understood this behavior. In psychology, when the final victory is about to be won, people will always have a desire to talk, especially to the enemy. It seems that this kind of physical and psychological
Double destruction can bring about the same thing.
Of course, what the winner says at this time is usually true.
While watching the battle between Xia Lei and Qinghua, Ye Zhongming listened to Mo Jin's last words before taking action.
"But I met someone who can give me strength. He is so powerful that he can even make others equally powerful."
As he said that, Mo Jin instinctively touched the red flesh strip.
Ye Zhongming knew that the so-called power given to others should be related to this meat strip. This thing was obviously not an organ of Mo Jin's own body.
"Originally, I could only surrender to him, because he was the only one who had the ability to upgrade magic marks. The most basic black ink mark has allowed me to regenerate my severed limbs and restore my strength to its peak. At that time, I couldn't help but imagine
What will happen to me when I get to the next level, which is the red scar?"
"Now, I finally feel it."
"You know, in front of Mo Hen, the evolutionary level is no longer important, because this kind of power exists beyond the roulette wheel! Just like you now, you are a seven-star evolver, and I am only a six-star, but you are still not me
opponent."
Before Mo Jin finished speaking, Ye Zhongming suddenly moved. Just like Mo Jin just now, he retreated back to the corner he had turned before!
Mo Jin, who was showing off his strength, was like a crowing rooster being strangled by the neck. He swallowed the next words back into his stomach. This feeling was even more uncomfortable than being punched by someone.
He roared angrily, spitting out streams of gas from under his bony scales, which almost turned him into a shadow and chased after him.
But the next second, with the sound of a gunshot, Mo Jin was beaten back again. A blood hole with a diameter of several centimeters appeared on his chest, and a large amount of blood was flowing out of it!
The bone scales originally laid there did not stop Ye Zhongming's bullet.
Ye Zhongming, who disappeared, reappeared in front of Mo Jin, but in his hand, he was no longer holding blue dancing sand, nor was it the sniper rifle he had just activated, but a crystal energy magic bullet gun.
The purpose of the magic gold retreat was to devour the magic marks on the two deputies he left in this passage, which allowed him to complete the evolution of the magic marks and gain more power.
Ye Zhongming retreated just to launch a sharper attack.
He used the projectile attack ability of the Earth Shock Armor-piercing Gun to shoot at the Magic Gold Holy Seat that was bound to chase him on the other side of the corner.
Bullets that can turn are not a legend for some professional gunners. Many people can do it. However, less than two years after the end of the world, when firearms have already declined, many people are not used to it.
Taking this situation into account, there is still an inertia left over from peacetime.
The same goes for Mo Jin. He was unprepared and was hit by a gunshot.
It's just that Ye Zhongming's shot was completely based on feeling. It was very good to hit the target, but he couldn't grasp the specific parts, so he didn't hit the heart or head.
But even so, Mo Jin's body still flew back and hit the wall. As Ye Zhongming rushed out from the corner again, the muzzle of the crystal energy magic bullet gun was almost pressed against Mo Jin's body.
The muzzle spit out attacks with dark energy, which were printed on Mo Jin's body one after another. Ye Zhongming could clearly see that the bone scales were cut into pieces under his weapon.
This time, he found the exact target - the red mark.
Mojin let out a miserable roar.
Everything seemed to end like this.
Ye Zhongming retreated deftly before the magic gold counterattack arrived, and Wu Sha reappeared, swinging the Ten Thousand Weight Body Sword again.
Because he saw Mojin's smiling face despite his miserable screams.
The light of the sword slashed down, but Ye Zhongming's expression changed drastically. On one side of his body, he avoided Mo Jin's punch, then kicked out with his left foot, and met the same kick from Mo Jin, and his right hand was also here.
When he pulled the knife hard, the blade rubbed against the bones, making a sizzling sound in the corridor.
Mo Jin actually used one hand to hold the Wanzhong Body Slash just now! He also launched a counterattack at the same time. If Ye Zhongming hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have been seriously injured by this time.
Wu Sha was withdrawn, and the two of them separated.
Although Ye Zhongming was not injured in this series of confrontations, he truly realized how powerful the magic gold was in this state. It was no less powerful than him, a seven-star evolver.
Even that red magic mark is not his fatal weakness, but his strong point. He was unharmed under the attack of the crystal energy magic bullet gun!
"The power of darkness is a tonic for me." Mojin chuckled. The damaged scales on his body, as well as the palm that was almost cut in half when he blocked the knife with his bare hands, all healed quickly!
"Seven-star evolver, nothing more than that!" Mojin smiled cruelly, and the bone blades on his hands began to move and rotate. In an instant, his two fists turned into high-speed meat grinders, hitting Ye Zhongming on the head.