Chapter 198: The Controversy of Bipolar Fruits (Part 2)
"What? This place is so sinister. Is the Bipolar Fruit real?" Beidou Qingyun was shocked after hearing Mo Han's words, and quickly checked his body. Sure enough, as Mo Han said, the vitality in his body was always present.
disappearing every moment,
Although only a trace disappeared each time, it was also disappearing. Before, he had always thought that it was an illusion caused by his suppressed cultivation. But now when Mo Han checked, he realized what kind of fucking illusion this was. This was obviously Chi Guo.
The "magic" way of fruit is absorbed.
"No, Mo Han, you have to find a way to leave quickly, or a way to break through this fog, otherwise the loss of life will cause permanent damage to us!"
"The injury is yours, not mine. Why should I be anxious to find a way to leave and break the fog? Let's wait until I feel better." Mo Han shrugged nonchalantly and walked slowly through the gray fog.
Stroll midstream.
"I said, Old Man Dugu, how long has this been going on and you still can't find a way to break this thing? Although my vitality will not be lost, it's uncomfortable to be in there all the time. If the person who arranged this thing is a little crazy,
, I’m done playing.” In fact, Mo Han was thinking in his heart
Secretly complaining, he is not willing to stay in this miserable place. Although his vitality will not be lost, and the power to absorb vitality is completely shaken by the demon species, he is not willing to stay in this damn place. But Old Man Dugu is still there
He couldn't find a way out and there was nothing he could do.
Next to the bipolar fruit, the white figure looked at the black figure next to him and smiled: "It seems that there is a little guy who discovered your purpose and didn't even let you absorb any vitality!"
The black figure said nonchalantly: "What you have to worry about now is not me, but yourself. All the things you used to suppress me in this mountain have been taken away by that group of people. Are you alone now?
A ray of remnant soul. And I have their flesh and blood and vitality, I will be greatly improved, what else do you want to use to suppress me?"
The figure in white smiled calmly, as if there was no anxious or anxious expression on his face: "Why should I suppress you? My mission has been completed, I just need to wait for the outcome."
"Do you really think he can break through my Seven Ultimate Demonic Array and help you complete your mission? Let me tell you, he can't break it. Even if he can break it, with his mere Golden Core level cultivation, he can't break it.
What can he do? Besides, there are three people watching eagerly and preparing to kill him!" The black figure looked at Mo Han with disdain and sneered.
"Isn't he also coveting your body? Don't let others fuse your body with you!"
"I found it. It's five meters directly in front of you. Take your life-killing blade and insert it hard into the position I mentioned. You can break its core and break the Seven Ultimate Demonic Formation.
"Just when Mo Han was anxious, Old Man Dugu's voice sounded in his sea of consciousness.
After hearing Old Man Dugu's instructions, Mo Han couldn't care less about showing off in front of Beidou Qingyun, because as time went by, he felt an increasingly intense crisis here, and this crisis could be fatal. So when Old Man Dugu just
After saying that, Mo Han took a step forward and came to the place where the old man Dugu said. He held the killing blade with his right hand and inserted it fiercely.
Click.
As soon as the killing blade was inserted from the place where old man Dugu said, Mo Han felt the killing blade hit a hard object, and then under Mo Han's force, the thing broke like glass.
"What, how is it possible?" Just when Mo Han's killing blade destroyed the center of the formation, the black figure with only the body roared, "Impossible, absolutely impossible, how can something like an ant break my Qijue Demon?"
Array".
The destruction of the center of the array means that the core of the Seven Ultimate Demonic Array has been destroyed. The gray mist is disappearing and decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Within one stick of incense, all the gray mist had completely disappeared. All the surviving cultivators appeared in a stone room. There was a table in front of the stone room. There were three things on the table, and in the middle was a black and white
fruit, with a white shadow and a headless body on both sides.
The surprised voice just now came from this headless body.
"Bipolar Fruit, Demonic Body!" As soon as Nangong Guangrong appeared in the stone room, he couldn't look away from the things on the table and subconsciously shouted, "It's a pity that the Demonic Head and Demonic Heart are gone."
If you are still alive at this time, you can be regarded as the best in the Dead Leaf Continent. If you count them carefully, there are only a dozen people.
"Yes, yes, there are people who are so knowledgeable. So it seems that you brought these fresh flesh and blood, right?" The demon body looked at Nangong Guangrong, as if he had met a confidant.
"Yes, senior!" Nangong Guangrong took a step forward, came to the table respectfully, bent down to the demon body and said, "Senior, I learned about you from an ancient book. Emperor Tian has paid off his hard work, and finally
Let me find you. I am willing to be your inheritor, avenge you, and realize your great ambitions that you have never achieved."
"Hahaha!" Demon Body Jiejie laughed, "It seems that you little guy is dishonest. You know that I am a 'demon' but you still dare to come forward and ask for the inheritance openly. It seems that you have a big plan."
Nangong Guangrong straightened up: "Yes, senior, because I know that your life is not long. If you don't leave the inheritance, you will really die forever. If you leave the inheritance, you may have a day of resurrection."
The demon body suddenly stood upright from the table: "Little guy, who told you that I am not going to die soon? Do you know that for a 'demon', as long as there is still a drop of blood and a trace of soul, it can be resurrected and reappear in the world.
this world.”
Nangong Guangrong gave a weird smile: "Senior, of course I know. But I need your demon body now. If you say you are not going to die soon, then you are going to die soon."
A small pot appeared in Nangong Guangrong's hand. The whole pot was dark black, with a small seal "Lian" written on it.
As soon as Nangong Guangrong took out the small pot, the demon body shouted in horror: "Soul Refining Pot, how could you have this thing in your hand? Wasn't it destroyed in ancient times?"
The soul refining pot is a famous artifact in ancient times. Both humans and "devils" love and hate it. Because it can absorb the soul and the soul out of thin air and refine it into pure soul power.
People absorb and practice to strengthen their Yuanying and spiritual consciousness.
If the soul-refining pot was just that, it wouldn't frighten the demon body. The most terrifying thing is the nourishing soul in the soul-refining pot. Anyone who is absorbed by the soul-refining pot will live in pain forever. The soul-refining pot
Every time you refine soul power, a trace of it will be left for this Yuanying or soul, allowing you to recover and continue refining.
The original owner of the demon body was once taken into the soul refining pot. It was not until the soul refining pot was broken that it was able to escape. It no longer wanted to experience the pain of going back and forth, so it saw
That's why the Soul Refining Pot is so scary.
"No, no. The Soul Refining Pot was completely destroyed and it is impossible to recover." After the initial panic, the demon body calmed down and looked at the Soul Refining Pot carefully, "Hahaha, it turns out to be a counterfeit.
, I said, how can the Soul Refining Pot be repaired!"
"Even if it's a counterfeit, it's enough to deal with your remnant soul." Nangong Guangrong sneered, raised the soul refining pot, and chanted the spell.
A beam of dark light shot out from the spout and went straight towards the demon body.
"Do it!"
Mo Han, who had been watching with cold eyes, saw Nangong Guangrong activate the soul refining pot and shouted decisively.
"Nangong Glory, suffer death!" Beidou Qingyun shouted, and he and the old man behind him rushed towards Nangong Glory.
The space in the stone chamber is not large, so the most effective way is to fight in close quarters to grab the two-pole fruit.
"If you don't want to die here, just step aside obediently and don't interfere!" Mo Han glanced coldly. The cultivator who was still alive was holding a killing blade in his right hand, and his left hand was clenched into a fist, glowing with a faint blue light.
, flew towards the bipolar fruit placed on the table.
"Insolent!" Nangong Guangrong's two followers shouted, one of them stopped Beidou Qingyun and Beidou Qingyun's followers, and the other went straight to Bipolar Fruit.
"With me here, old man, you can never expect to get the bipolar fruit!" Mo Han shouted halfway, but turned and ran towards the entourage who was fighting with Beidou Qingyun and the other two.
The killing blade emitted blood-red light and stabbed straight into the follower's back.
When Mo Han moved, he seemed to be powerful, but when he got closer, he was like a ghost and made no sound. It was not until the killing blade was less than ten centimeters away from the follower that the follower reacted and screamed.
: "Ant, you are looking for death."
Without the gray mist, everyone's cultivation levels were completely restored. In the view of Nangong Glory's followers, Mo Han, a mere late-stage Jindan cultivator, was seeking death if he dared to sneak attack on him.
This follower was using a pair of intermediate level one-forged Judge's Pen Lingbao. Although he didn't know when Mo Han came behind him, as long as Mo Han's killing blade didn't fall on him, it seemed to him that
There was enough time. Even if Mo Han's killing blade fell on him, he wouldn't care with Mo Han's mere golden elixir level cultivation.
So when he saw Mo Han's sneak attack from behind, he pointed his pen at Mo Han with his backhand. In his opinion, Mo Han would either retreat or die under his one move.
Facts have proved that everyone who despises Mo Han will pay the price with blood.
Mo Han's killing move was not on the killing blade, nor on the hand emitting a faint blue light, but on the opposite side of Mo Han, that is, in front of this follower - Beidou Qingyun's follower.
The killing blade was raised upwards, and the judge's pen of Nangong Glory's follower was easily knocked away by Mo Han, and Mo Han naturally avoided the vital point.
The follower was stunned. He did not expect that the blow he was bound to win was so easily avoided by Mo Han. Just when he was about to change his moves to save him, Mo Han's fist fell heavily on his back: "Bang
.”
Mo Han's punch landed on the follower's armor, making a dull sound, which made the follower's body shake. But for a follower in the Spiritual Stage, this small shock was completely within his body.
As expected, it had no impact on him.
"Did he just sneak attack me like this?"
This follower had been following Nangong Guangrong, so he naturally knew how insidious and difficult Mo Han was. Feeling the impact of Mo Han's sneak attack on him, he couldn't help but think of this sentence.
But before his thoughts could pass, a coldness that could freeze his soul came from Mo Han's fist.