My Xiuxian has a mall

Chapter 87 Instant Recovery
After Mo Ming suppressed the fourteen level 8 ghosts, he didn't care about Fan Wensheng who retreated behind and directed the ghosts to attack. Instead, he rushed into the middle of the low-level ghosts like a wolf among sheep, and began to enjoy his feast of killing ghosts.

Fan Wensheng wanted to use this to consume his strength, and his fists were just too hungry, and he was only 16 ghosts away from achieving the conditions for the success of the Explosive Fist!

For a ghost below level 8, as long as he uses the Explosive Punch, he usually punches one punch at a time, directly headshot, which is more refreshing than eating squid!

bang bang bang...

Mo Mingru entered the uninhabited land and killed all the ghosts until they howled like ghosts and wolves, but he did not dare to retreat due to the pressure from Fan Wensheng and the villa.

In the end, everyone was paralyzed, waiting for Mo Ming to kill them, dying early and reborn early, anyway, it was a one-time consumable.

They are also waiting, waiting for a time when Mo Ming is tired.

"No. 16!" Mo Ming punched the numb ghost in front of him.

[Tip: You have successfully killed fifty extraordinary beings, achieved the upgrade shortcut, and achieved the Explosive Fist!The next stage, perfection, is the shortcut: kill one hundred extraordinary beings. 】

[Reminder: You have unlocked the new ability of Explosive Fist, releasing the explosive power can instantly digest the spiritual grass in the body and restore strength. Currently, you have 50 explosive powers. 】

Mo Ming was startled for a moment, and then he was ecstatic.

This is giving pillows when he is sleepy. He is really worried about the issue of continuing to fight. Although he has swallowed Yunlingcao long ago, his normal digestion speed is far behind.

Too many ghosts could really drain him dry, and he could already feel the emptiness inside him now.

If that doesn't work, he can only buy a large number of evil-suppressing talismans, suppress them all, and carry out guerrilla warfare, mobile warfare, or beheading operations.

Now, with this new ability, his fierce tiger is truly out of the cage, like a tiger with wings added, gods can block and kill gods, ghosts can block and kill ghosts!
Fan Wensheng hid behind and kept staring at Mo Ming. He finally noticed that he was tired and the pace of his attacks slowed down significantly.

At this time, he stopped directly at the spot, panting slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

He is exhausted!

An extremely ferocious smile appeared on Fan Wensheng's livid face, which made people's hair stand on end.

Mo Zixiu and Xiao Qiyan were both making soy sauce at first, and seeing Mo Ming showing his might and gaining experience, they also realized something was wrong at this moment, so they hurriedly came forward.

Xiao Qiyan patted his chest very excitedly and said: "Brother Ming, please take a rest first. I have just reached level 8! Don't you want to see me set off fireworks? This time, I will give you a good show of the art of explosion. Mo Zixiu, just be my human shield and don't let evil spirits get close to me."

"Don't worry, no ghost can casually pass through my body." Mo Zixiu summoned up all the energy and blood in his body, even if it was an illusory soul body, he couldn't completely penetrate it.

As soon as the two finished speaking, Fan Wensheng let out a shrill ghostly cry.

All the evil ghosts who had been indifferent just now seemed to have been injected with a shot of cardiotonic, and their aura became fierce again, staring at Mo Ming and the others.

This is not over yet!

Following Fan Wensheng's call, a series of horrific ghosts rose slowly from the hall on the first floor, floating in the air, and there were dozens of evil ghosts again!Many of them are level 8 ghosts.

Hundreds of evil spirits filled the originally spacious room.

They stood silently, condescending, and the blood dripped down, turning the ground into a thick pool of blood, and the rotten and bloody breath almost condensed into substance.

A long blood-red tongue came out through the gap of the ceiling chandelier. On the tip of the tongue was Fang Rongzhe's human-skin smiling face, coiled up like a snake, posing as if it wanted to devour someone.

There was a dead silence.

"Damn it!" Xiao Qiyan felt that he was really screwed. Can he play this game?In this battle, even if a level 10 transcendent comes, I'm afraid he won't be able to escape unscathed!
What kind of conspiracy, calculation, and customs clearance strategy are so ridiculous now that I think about it.

This villa doesn't pretend at all, it's a showdown, just want to crush every traverser who enters to death.

Mo Zixiu, who had always been calm, couldn't help but his expression changed drastically, and he felt chilling to the bone.

Is this the big risk that Mo Ming is afraid of?If the villa can ignore the rules, go out in full force, and act arbitrarily, then what chance do they have to survive?

Snapped!
The long tongue twisted off the uniquely shaped crystal chandelier and fell to the ground. The sound was extremely piercing, and the horn of battle was also sounded.

All the ghosts screamed and rushed towards the three people below like hungry ghosts. The terrifying power of the black clouds overwhelming the city made people almost have a psychological breakdown.

Mo Ming was fearless, looking up, looking at these evil spirits, and seemed to see the secret realm, system and even the way of heaven behind them through them.

Cultivation immortals do not die!

Somehow this unyielding will arose in his heart. Whoever wanted him to die, he would let die. No one could stop his path to immortality!
"I'm going to buy some oranges, you stay here, don't move around." Mo Ming said calmly.

Xiao Qiyan is stupid, no, brother Ming, wouldn't it be inappropriate to play tricks and take advantage of us at this time, are you trying to laugh at us so that we can reincarnate painlessly?
It's fine as a hospice...

However, Mo Zixiu felt that Mo Ming's words seemed to have a hidden meaning, could he still use the Suppressing Evil Talisman?The more the better, that might have a chance of surviving.

However, facing the critical moment of life and death, Mo Ming didn't take out a talisman, but stomped his feet on the ground, punched each of them, and faced the difficulties!

There is quite a sense of tragedy that the wind rustles and the water becomes cold, and that a strong man is gone and never comes back...

Mo Zixiu couldn't help being disappointed, but also infected by Mo Ming's aura, his heart suddenly burst with pride, he raised his long sword, and decided to fight to the death.

boom!
Mo Ming's explosive fist hit the level 8 ghost who was rushing at the front, making an unprecedented loud explosion.

The eighth-level ghost was not too afraid of this blow at first, because judging from the past situation, it was not difficult for Mo Ming to leapfrog the level to kill the ghost, but it took a few punches to solve it.

At that time, it had already retreated to the rear, allowing other evil spirits to take over and resist it.

With so many ghosts attacking together, they can share the damage.

But it was soon too late to regret it.

The sharp fists erupted with dazzling light, illuminating the scary faces around them.

Waves of berserk force spread wildly in all directions, not only tearing up the level 8 ghost from the beginning to the end, but also caused considerable splash damage to other ghosts.

Fan Wensheng, who was at the end of the battle, was startled, even he did not dare to take this punch lightly.

But so what, the greater the power, the greater the consumption!Even if he could kill a few more evil spirits, he would still be a trapped beast!
The corner of Mo Ming's mouth twitched into a sneer, fixed his eyes on Fan Wensheng, and released a burst of explosive force, the Yunlingcao in his body instantly digested part of it, and recovered a lot of strength.

The second, the third...

His true energy climbed steadily at an extremely fast speed, returning to its peak state.

Fan Wensheng's ghost eyes shrank sharply, revealing an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

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