Draw upgrades from Devour

Chapter 262

"Hun Mie Sheng, it seems that your idea of ​​obtaining the Jinglian Demon Fire is about to be shattered."

The figures of the three black mist turned slightly, and looked at a white-haired old man rushing forward. The black mist on his body slowly dissipated, revealing the faces of the three of them.

Two old and one young, dressed in black robes, standing in the center is headed by an old man with a haggard face.

It looked a little ordinary, but the investigators who hadn't come up below looked at the old man with fear in their eyes.

Soul Miesheng, a subordinate force of the Soul Clan, the master of the Soul Palace.

The powerhouse of the four-star Dou Sheng is awe-inspiring in itself.

What's even more frightening is that Hun Mie Sheng's method is cruel. As far as everyone knows, dozens of sects have been destroyed by his hands, and among them there is even a sect with the existence of Dou Sheng.

Hun Miesheng's haggard face showed a bit of disdain: "Not everyone can get the Jinglian Demon Fire, even if he gets it, it will still belong to my Soul Clan in the end."

"You soul race will definitely be cast aside by everyone in the mainland for doing this." The white-haired old man frowned.

Hun Miesheng didn't care: "At least it's better than your pious ancients."

"You!" The eyes of the elders of the ancient clan were filled with anger.

But looking at Hun Mie Sheng's calm appearance, he hesitated a bit, and finally snorted softly, but didn't make a move.

The strength of Hun Mie Sheng can be said to be the best even among the four-star Dou Sheng, and there are regulations among the major forces that the existence of five-star Dou Sheng and above cannot be easily dispatched.

This also means that it is almost difficult for Hun Miesheng to find an opponent, even if it is him, he can only compete against one or two in the face of it.

If you want to really deal with Hun Miesheng, you have to wait for the support from the family.

Frowning, looking at the whirlpool, standing on one side.

And this time.

In the demon fire space.

Like a huge furnace, a layer of milky white mist floated in the air.

Wang Jie's figure entered, and the milky white mist rushed towards his body as if it had found its host.

At the moment when he was entered, Wang Jie felt his mind flutter slightly, as if he wanted to lead his spirit into a certain illusion.

Jinglian Yaohuo is good at arousing emotions. It has the same effect as Falling Heart Flame, but it is more powerful.

The corner of the mouth curled up a little.

Wang Jie didn't resist, but wanted to see what tricks this Pure Lotus Demon Fire could make.

But when the mind enters, a picture emerges in front of him.

On the screen, Wang Jie's figure appeared.

But like a freeze, the figure was only clear for a second, then quickly blurred, like a mosaic, and then the picture stopped.

Outside, countless mist seemed to discover those who could not deal with Wang Jie before, one by one swarmed, pouring into Wang Jie's body.

The picture finally changed, but it kept flickering, as if it wanted to clear it up.

But in the end it came back without success.

With a slight shock.

hum!
The screen shattered directly.

There was a trace of helplessness on Wang Jie's face.

The pale golden pupils looked forward, and there was a milky white flame burning in their eyes.

Seemingly aware of Wang Jie's gaze, the flames seemed to be spiritual, and quickly fled towards the interior of the space.

but.

None of them satisfied themselves.

How could Wang Jie let him escape?

Grabbing it casually, a pair of dragon claws tens of feet long appeared on the milky white flame, grabbing it suddenly.

Space is broken.

A milky white flame appeared in front of Wang Jie.

Constantly beating, wanting to break free.

But since it fell into Wang Jie's hands, do you still want to leave?
Wang Jie pressed his palm on the flame.

boom!
There was a shock in the space.

The milky white flame stopped beating, as if everything was stilled.

Spiritual erasure.

Put away the pure lotus demon fire.

The space was shattered, and Wang Jie's figure disappeared in place.

"Out!"

In an instant, there were bursts of echoing sounds in Wang Jie's ears.

"Boy, hand over the Jinglian demon fire!"

Hun Miesheng raised his palm, and a pair of big hands shrouded in black mist came towards Wang Jie, with violent power tilted.

His brows are slightly condensed.

Before he touched Wang Jie, his big hand shattered.

"Do you dare to touch me?"

Wang Jie had a bit of surprise on his face, and his figure flashed.

Under everyone's shocking gazes, Hun Miesheng's head was already pressed down with the palm of his hand.

Bang!
Hun Miesheng's body exploded directly, and a faint blue light danced in midair.

On one side, the two who followed were stunned for a second.

Wang Jie glanced away.

Two divine lights shot out from the eyes.

In an instant, bark!
As if there was the sound of gold and iron clashing, the two bodies and souls exploded apart.

Slightly shifting his gaze, he looked at the astonished elder of the ancient clan: "Are you going to snatch my Jinglian demon fire too?"

"Of course not, I was thinking that if my lord needs it, I can help you guard the strange fire." The elder of the ancient clan hurriedly shook his head.

In the eyes, there is still an indescribable shock.

Soul Miesheng, the famous master of the Soul Palace, was killed with one move.

There were also two people who followed, although they were not as powerful as Hun Mie Sheng, but at least they were at the level of Dou Sheng, and they were killed at a glance.

What is the origin of this person!
"That's not necessary, since you don't want to grab it, I'll leave." Wang Jie said lightly.

Just as the figure was about to move, suddenly, the space distorted.

A pair of giant black mist hands that were tens of feet in size suddenly patted Wang Jie.

"The person who killed my soul clan still wants to leave!"

Brow wrinkled slightly.

The giant black mist hand seemed to be stuck and stopped in mid-air.

Wang Jie looked at the three figures of black mist walking out of the distorted space.

The aura on them is no less than that of Hun Mie Sheng, and even stronger.

Shaking his head lightly: "Soul Race, it's really interesting."

The figure flickered.

disappeared here.

At the same time, under the eyes of everyone who couldn't believe it.

The bodies of the three black mist figures suddenly exploded.

Without exception, directly die.

stunned.

appalled.

silence.

A faint voice came from among the lofty mountains.

"Since the Soul Clan is so willing to grab it, let him come and grab it at this auction. I want to see how strong the Soul Clan is."

Shocked suddenly.

The eyes of the elders of the ancient clan were full of horror.

It turns out that Wang Jie is the Thunder Emperor!

A piece of news was also quickly transmitted from this moment, and Wang Jie's face was also spread throughout the Douqi Continent at this moment.

For these, Wang Jie didn't care.

For him, killing a few Dou Sheng is as easy as crushing an ant. This is the strength of the World Lord.

Sitting cross-legged in the cave of Tuoshe Gudi.

Feel the world rules behind the Jinglian demon fire.

a long time.

"The analysis of the rules of Fighting Break Sphere has been increased to 77%."

Open your eyes slowly.

Looking at the strange fire in his hand, Wang Jie frowned slightly.

Analyzing the rules of the world is simple at the beginning, and Wang Jie can easily get started, but it becomes more difficult as you go further.

Even the Pure Lotus Demon Fire did not help him analyze the world very much, only [-]%.

After that, there is still 20.00% left. I don't know if this auction will bring him these benefits.

Otherwise, he can only consider continuing to complete the previous task.

(End of this chapter)