God level evolution system

Tier [-] Monster Beast!

Master Wuji retreated five steps in a row, horrified!
It is relatively easy to kill a fifth-order monster, and it is a desperate fight.

But how difficult it is to subdue a fifth-level monster and sign a spiritual pet contract with it!

As far as monsters and beasts are concerned, the fifth level is a big leap forward.

Monster beasts that can reach the fifth level have a sense of arrogance, and most of them would rather die than surrender.

How can a monk with a prefecture-level mid-level cultivation be able to possess a fifth-level spiritual pet? !
At this moment, there is still no figure of Gu Ning on the field.

But Mr. Wuji knew that he must be nearby, waiting in the dark for the opportunity to make a move.

The heavenly high-rank female cultivator who fought against him before must also be waiting for an opportunity at this moment.

If we continue to consume with this flood dragon, in this formation, the outcome is unpredictable.

Mr. Wuji pursed his thin lips, his eyes were no longer coquettish at first, but now he looked like a vigorous young man.

Instead, he held a knife in both hands, and used a move that he had already mastered by heart, splitting and slashing, and used it all!
Streams of spiritual energy converged on the knife, blended with the evil spirit, and gathered into a very dazzling red light, and the surrounding air once again gave out the sound of crying and singing of all ghosts that resounded throughout the valley!

The originally dense mist around was blown away by the force of the knife, and the eight soul beads maintaining the 'Sura Formation' were ready to move, but four of them were uprooted!

With one blow, the Shura formation was broken!
This is his well-known stunt, and only two people have seen it since he practiced it.

The first one is the master who taught him this set of saber techniques.

The second place is the previous master of Wuji Palace, his father!

Both of them are heaven-level masters.

"Thousands of ghosts crying and singing?! Splitting the air?!"

Equally horrified, there was Wei Jin who was crouching outside the valley.

At this moment, his mind was shocked, and an expression of disbelief was completely revealed on his face.

"There is actually someone who can force Mr. Wuji to use a unique move?!"

Both Wei Jin and Young Master Wuji are outstanding among the younger generation of monks in the capital, and he has seen Young Master Wuji make a move.There are very few people who can escape from his hands alive, and there are not a single person who has seen his unique skills.

"Fortunately, I didn't act rashly. The person who even Wuji finds him difficult seems to be really difficult to deal with."

Wei Jin watched from a distance, and the fog in the valley seemed to have dissipated a lot.

Following the direction of the sound of the crying and singing of the ghosts, a red light can be seen faintly.

But then, a more dazzling orange light appeared.

Gu Ning stepped on the back of the dragon, and followed the dragon in the air.

The gust of wind made his robe shake in the air.

And underground, is a sea of ​​flames.

The clear and fierce flames did not raise the temperature inside the formation, but revealed a biting cold air.

Dan fire!

Contained in the sea of ​​Qi in his dantian, the nine-day spark in a 'sea of ​​stars' has now spread nearly half of the valley!

Gu Ning's eyes were cold, looking down at the sea of ​​flames on the ground, and Young Master Wuji whose astonishment had not faded from his face.

The flames filled the sky, scorched the ground, and instantly swallowed the screams of all ghosts crying and singing.

Those dead souls attached to Mr. Wuji's knife made a crackling sound after being contaminated with fire.

Then it turned into a puff of blue smoke, leaving no trace.

Originally, the scarlet blood on the seven-foot long knife of Mr. Wuji suddenly faded away.

Mr. Wuji's original clean white robe now has many fire holes.

His hands holding the long knife were covered with shocking burns.

His hands were always clenched and never let go.

But there is no power to draw the sword again!

With a long cry, Jiaolong draws a smooth trajectory in the air, rushing towards Mr. Wuji, and unexpectedly, an afterimage flashes in the air.

In the blink of an eye, Mr. Wuji met Gu Ning's eyes.

The same pair of indifferent eyes.

One pair exudes a severe cold air, and the other pair looks condescendingly.

Instant flash.

The "Yan Luo" in Gu Ning's hand ignited a raging fire.

The 'Yam Luo' attached to almost all nine-day sparks slashed at Mr. Wuji mercilessly!

Mr. Wuji's pupils contracted violently, and the dark pupils reflected the raging fire on the back of Yan Luo's saber, but he couldn't dodge it, so he had to draw his saber to block it!

Snapped!
clap clap!

The two knives collided and produced countless sparks.

What Young Master Wuji saw at the moment was neither Gu Ning nor his sword, but the desperate eyes of an old woman.

His gaze involuntarily paused for a moment.

"what!!!"

The next moment, his seven-foot-long knife broke into two pieces!

And Gu Ning's "Yan Luo" actually penetrated the body of Mr. Wuji.

Not a drop of blood flowed out.

All the wounds were scorched black by the flames in an instant.

Mr. Wuji didn't feel any pain, but a hotness that radiated from his own dantian qi sea to his whole body.The blood seemed to be boiling, but it was shudderingly cold.

"Is this fire? Is this warmth?"

At this moment, his first reaction was not to draw his sword and fight again, but to look at his pierced wound quietly and mutter.

"I forgot to tell you, my Demon Cultivation Slash of 'Yan Luo' also has the ability to mess up the soul."

Gu Ning's cold voice sounded from his ears, but it was like Hong Zhong.

Immediately after Mr. Wuji's ears rang, another kind voice sounded.

"Wuji...Young master, although your hard work is important, you must also pay attention to your body. Don't wrong yourself.
That was what an old but kind woman said to him in the servant's room many years ago.

He fell slowly to the ground.

The eyes are crystal clear and bright like stars, which also reflect the nine-day sparks burning all over the ground.

Demons, illusions, souls.

What he thought he didn't care about was actually buried too deep.

I didn't realize it until today!
He spoke softly, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Help me."

"Okay." Gu Ning said lightly.

Jiutian Xinghuo quietly diffused into his body from the wound.

Young Master Wuji closed his eyes, actually smiling.

Gu Ning jumped lightly from Jiaolong's back and returned to the ground.

He skillfully turned over for Mr. Wuji, and took out a storage bag from his already tattered white robe.

His storage bag is slightly different from ordinary storage bags, and there is even a small flower embroidered on it.

Afterwards, the sparks spread and rose ragingly.

In an instant, the figure of Mr. Wuji, together with his seven-foot-long knife that was broken in two, disappeared completely in the dazzling flames of the Nine Heavens Sparks.

This is what Mr. Wuji asked him for help before.

After finishing all this, Gu Ning opened the storage bag, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

"37 'hunt' tokens."

This guy has been fighting alone, and his efficiency is even higher than them!
Make big money.

Gu Ning looked carefully at the other things in the storage bag, and casually said to Jiaolong, "It's up to you to clean up the mess."