My Xiuxian has a mall

Chapter 88 One person is an army
"what--!"

Mo Ming felt comfortable and happy all over, and his originally empty power instantly filled up, and he became ferocious, and couldn't help but let out a beast-like roar.

All the ghosts were stunned by the sudden roar for a second, as if they still didn't understand what happened.

Then came the horrific scene that they will never forget.

Mo Ming punched with both hands together, bringing up the sharp edge of the fist, swinging it at high speed in a short period of time, dazzled the ghosts, and could only see the afterimage of the light connecting into a distorted light.

This scene is like lightning flashing suddenly in the thick black clouds in summer, piercing the sky and spreading like a snake.

Immediately afterwards, deafening thunder resounded throughout the room, endlessly.

Circles of violent tearing power turned into a gust of wind and howled and swept around, smashing all the evil spirits encountered along the way to pieces.

Finally, the heavy rain came!

slam-la-

Xiao Qiyan and Mo Zixiu stood there blankly, looking up at the few oranges Mo Ming bought for them, no, it was those broken ghosts pouring down like rain.

What a majestic scene this is, it is even difficult to fully describe it in words, they only have deep shock and awe in their hearts at this moment!
In this wave alone, at least one or twenty ferocious and terrifying evil spirits were wiped out. Whether it was level 4, level 5, level 6, or level 7 or level 8, all are equal in the face of death!
has it ended?

No, this is just the beginning!
Mo Ming's feet landed on the ground, almost without a pause, and he jumped up again, his fists were like swords, straight into the sky.

Boom boom boom!
Fan Wensheng stared at those pale ghostly eyes with an expression of disbelief. He did not expect that the most unlikely situation he thought would happen.

This guy is really a tireless ghost-killing machine!Is he human?If he was human, there would be no ghosts in the villa long ago!

On the other hand, Mo Ming felt that it was so cool, he had never fought so heartily.

He only needs to release a blast from time to time or swallow a Yunling grass, and don't care about anything else, just keep punching without thinking.

It's like playing a game, choosing a main output hero, and then the teammate guarantees four, and all kinds of auxiliary nannies return blue and blood to hit him wildly to ensure that he is full of state at any time.

The enemies are all within his attack range, posing no threat to him, just waiting for him to take the head.

In his eyes, these fierce looking guys are all shiny gold coins!

He is dead!Killing Beyond God!Everyone else has been killed like a ghost, please stop him quickly!

Xiao Qiyan opened his mouth wide open stupidly, and has not closed it since just now, and said vaguely in his throat: "Well, Mo Zixiu, am I dreaming... Brother Ming is really level 7? Not 10 level above?"

Mo Zixiu shook his head, and his voice was difficult and weird: "You are wrong, that would not be scary. He is indeed level 7, but he can easily do what a strong person above level 10 can do. This is the scariest thing. If He can really break the curse of the immortal cultivator and break through level 10, who can compete with him in the future?"

"Why do I feel that Brother Ming is not tired at all, his explosive power and endurance are too strong, who can bear this, like a perpetual motion machine."

"Didn't you see that he was replenishing that kind of strange spiritual grass? I think this is also a key, but it is by no means all.

He has too many trump cards, and you never know what will be revealed next, including weapon refining, talisman making, spiritual herbs... they are all available at your fingertips, just like cabbage on the roadside.

In him, I seem to have really seen the epitome of the once incomparably brilliant world of cultivating immortals!He should be the strongest immortal cultivator on this planet! "

Rumbling--

When the third wave of lightning attack ended, almost half of the evil spirits disappeared, and Mo Ming still couldn't see the slightest fatigue.

All ghosts don't know where their bottom line is. This is what makes ghosts most desperate. The unknown is the biggest source of fear, even ghosts are no exception.

Once again, he jumped up and attacked in a powerful and unparalleled posture. This time, the ghosts couldn't hold on any longer.

In ancient times, an army that could kill half of its own side in a short period of time while still continuing to fight while leaving the opponent unscathed was definitely an iron army among iron armies and was invincible.

This group of rabble who like to bully the weak and fear the strong and scare people obviously can't do it. They completely collapsed and fled in all directions like rats in the sewer after being greatly frightened.

Mo Ming alone is the legion!
"Don't run, I haven't fought enough yet, let's fight for another [-] rounds!" Mo Ming shouted in his heart.

Fan Wensheng also wanted to take advantage of the chaos and escape, but he found that he was being followed by a pair of fiery eyes.

Without further ado, Mo Ming took out another Suppressing Evil Talisman in his hand, poured his true energy into it as if he didn't need money, and shouted violently: "Suppressing Evil!"

Swish!
The evil-suppressing talisman was instantly filled with true energy, and even overflowed outward. The thin paper became as hard as iron, and turned into a stream of light at an extremely fast speed and flew toward Fan Wensheng.

Fan Wensheng grimaced in shock, he felt that his aura was locked by a talisman, and he couldn't escape at all.

Gritting his teeth, he broke his arm again to survive, directly broke off the other arm, and threw it at the evil spirit talisman as an explanation.

The evil-suppressing talisman really suppressed the ghost hand in mid-air, but it was still not smart enough.

Mo Ming can't control it remotely now, and being able to eject it is already a gain in the later stage of his advancement to the Qi Refining Realm.

Fan Wensheng took the opportunity and hurriedly went to the room next to him. He just wanted to stay as far away from Mo Ming, the god of plague, as possible!

The ghost's unreal state allows him to easily pass through the obstacles of the entity.

This wall is also a part of the villa. It is much stronger than ordinary reinforced concrete walls. Not only is it not easy to break, but it will automatically repair itself if it breaks. It is similar to the glass window that Mo Ming tried to attack on the first day.

However, Mo Ming wanted to try again this time!
He slammed a cracking fist on the dirty gray-black wall.

The sharp fist pierced deeply like a drill, and then from the point to the surface, the cracks instantly spread into a dense spider web.

Bang!
Rubbles flew everywhere, and a hole with a diameter of one meter suddenly appeared, as if a dark gun barrel was aimed at Fan Wensheng, who had just taken a breath.

The Explosion Fist of Dacheng Realm is powerful enough to break through this kind of wall!

"I found you, Fan Wensheng, let me see where you are going!" Mo Ming let out the eerie laugh of a ghost chasing someone in a horror movie, his feet stepped on the ground, and turned into roaring cannonballs.

Fan Wensheng was so frightened that he didn't dare to turn his head back. He just ran forward desperately, and there was a series of huge explosions behind him.

Mo Ming was like a humanoid monster, clung to it tightly, and kept waving his explosive fist, blasting the walls from Room [-] crazily, chasing to Room [-] at the end of the villa!

"This is, your horror story!"

Mo Ming took out a Suppressing Evil Talisman again, and punched the terrified Fan Wensheng!
(End of this chapter)