My Xiuxian has a mall

Chapter 93 Out of Control
Mo Ming immediately spent 100 gold coins to buy a normal ghost head knife.

When the knife was taken out, the two of them were startled, especially Xiao Qiyan, he had a psychological shadow on this knife, and was afraid of stabbing his neck again.

"Huh? Brother Ming, your sword feels different from before. It doesn't seem so scary?" Xiao Qiyan asked in confusion.

Mo Zixiu also observed: "Indeed, although it is still powerful and has a frightening murderous aura, it lacks that evil and dangerous aura. The ghost head on the handle of the knife does not seem to be alive, and the hell picture on the knife body is also missing." Gone."

"Refining tools and removing evil spirits is the basic skill of a cultivator." Mo Ming said calmly, without explaining too much.

He tried it in his hand and found that it was quite heavy, weighing dozens of kilograms, and he felt comfortable holding it.

The length of the knife is three feet seven inches, the blade is wide, the blade is straight, and the tip is inserted obliquely, shining with a sharp cold light, which is more domineering than the machete used by ancient executioners to behead.

The introduction of the mall is a common weapon for beheading in the Cultivation Dynasty. The beheaded person is probably not an ordinary mortal, but a cultivator!
The body of an immortal cultivator has been nourished and tempered by true qi for many years, so ordinary knives naturally cannot harm his body, only low-grade magic weapons can take on this important task.

From this, we can see how powerful the dynasty that gathered immortal cultivators back then must have been!

Mo Ming restrained his thoughts, and said solemnly to the two behind him: "Let's attack together, help me attract the firepower."

He rushed up first, and several bloody tentacles quickly attacked him, and he swung his knife away, cutting off all of them.

So sharp!
Without this ghost knife, he would have to use Explosive Fist to deal with these tentacles, which would save time and effort.

"Suppress evil!"

Taking advantage of the brief disappearance of a few tentacles, Mo Ming immediately took out the Suppressing Evil Talisman with his other hand, shot towards the unprotected head behind him, and suppressed it.

The pitch-black mucus kept oozing out, corroding the evil-suppressing talisman, and the tentacles were growing and recovering rapidly.

Xiao Qiyan's fireball roared towards him, and Mo Zixiu was also looking for opportunities to attack.

Mo Ming circled around the meat-mountain monster and quickly sealed all seven swollen and deformed heads with evil-suppressing charms. The opponent's attack was immediately halted and delayed a lot.

Rumbling--

The ground suddenly shook, as if an earthquake had occurred, and the epicenter and source was this mountain of meat.

The strong shock spread in all directions, and pieces of marble floor were lifted and shattered, revealing the disgusting flesh and blood wriggling underneath, connecting with Roshan as one.

More flesh and blood power gathered, and those evil-suppressing talismans were being corroded and digested at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mo Ming had no choice but to make up seven more Suppressing Evil Talismans, secretly startled.

The entire villa is the opponent's backing and reinforcements. If it cannot be killed at once, it can recover endlessly.

Its existence can speed up the transformation and awakening of the villa. Once the villa is really fully revived, they will be in the belly of the living monster.

When the time comes, the overwhelming blood, flesh and mucus will instantly melt them into dregs!
Even if they want to procrastinate, they can't fight a war of attrition.

The task of surviving the system for seven days seems to be close at hand, and they can return to reality in less than 10 minutes, but there is not much time left for them!
Fight!

"We attack at the same time, give me the strongest strength, don't spare any strength, one hit will kill!" Mo Ming roared.

"Okay!" The two of them also realized the seriousness of the situation and shouted in unison.

Xiao Qiyan quickly rubbed his hands together, creating a flaming fireball that was so big that it would envelop him, and then hit Roshan like a meteor.

Mo Zixiu also flew up, concentrated all his strength on the tip of the sword, and used the deadly move of the Mohist swordsmanship, shooting it like a sword.

Mo Ming held a knife in one hand, a fist in the other, put his feet on the ground, and jumped up high.

"what--!"

He was like a beast descending the mountain, starting from Fang Rongzhe's faceless face covered with dark eyes at the top of the mountain, all the way down, slashing and attacking crazily.

Three powerful berserk forces converged and spread, and finally tore the entire huge mountain of meat apart and scattered it on the ground.

"finished?"

Mo Ming stood on the spot, with the explosive power and the presence of Yunlingcao, he was still fierce and fierce, looking around.

Xiao Qiyan and Mo Zixiu were out of breath, they couldn't even stand still, they felt exhausted, they couldn't stand any more battles, they just wanted to go back as soon as possible!

Get it over, please!

However, these scattered flesh and blood quickly squirmed and huddled together like an invincible Xiaoqiang.

The flesh and blood on the surrounding ground poured in one after another, increasing and growing like a snowball, re-condensing into a human-shaped villa, and climbing up again.

How is this played?
Xiao Qiyan and Mo Zixiu were both desperate and could only look at Mo Ming, their only hope now.

Mo Ming took a deep breath, and finally made up his mind. He took back the ordinary ghost knife, turned his hand and took out the ghost knife tempered by a hundred ghosts, and his momentum changed suddenly.

A terrifying and dangerous aura spread out.

He jumped up, raised his sword high, and slashed at Fang Rongzhe's face.

The eyes of the ghost head on the handle of the knife lit up, as if it had come to life.

The sharp edge of the blade was radiant, lingering in black light, easily split the meat mountain, and cut it in half from the beginning to the end in one go, just like cutting tofu.

So simple?
Mo Ming was taken aback for a moment, and immediately felt very bad.

The blood in the flesh and blood began to gather crazily on the blade, making the picture of the Hundred Ghosts Purgatory and the ghost heads more and more vivid, more ferocious and terrifying, covered with a layer of scarlet blood.

He suddenly remembered the solemn reminder from the mall that this knife had not drank the blood of a living person, so it had not been fully awakened to be used.

The villa killed so many traversers, it must have collected a lot of living blood, just waiting for this moment?
He was faintly aware of a huge conspiracy!

Mo Ming wanted to take out the Suppressing Evil Talisman to suppress the other party, or take it back to the mall, but found that his own body was not in control, and was shrouded in that layer of blood, with a tendency to lose his mind.

After the knife was full of blood, it let out a sharp knife roar, as if hundreds of ghosts were screaming in unison, which was heart-wrenching.

"Grass! Come back to me, come back to me!"

Mo Ming struggled desperately, wanting to regain his control and put away the opponent.

But the knife seemed to have heard some kind of mysterious call, and suddenly dragged Mo Ming and flew forward quickly, passing through the darkness, cutting through the air, and came to the gate of the villa in the blink of an eye!
The door was stained and stained with rust. I don't know how many years of vicissitudes have passed, but it weighed more than a thousand ounces, blocking the return of the owner of the villa.

He watched helplessly as he held up the out-of-control ghost knife and slashed at the door. The blood was so dazzling that the door shattered.

Thunder and lightning, torrential rain.

A dark figure stood in front of the door in the rain, staring at him quietly with scarlet eyes.

(End of this chapter)