The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 82 Are you cheating?
Just as Mo Rang swallowed the red bead, the system sounded as expected.

[The host comprehends the devouring skill by itself]

[Skill - Swallowing: The host can understand it by itself. When swallowing, it can absorb [-]% of ghost energy, and the extraction of ghost energy reaches a perfect level]

[Increased favorability with Hell by 100]

[The achievement of the heart of the saint is fully opened, you need to check it yourself to get the bonus skills]

With a series of notification sounds, Mo Rang also felt that the beads exploded with his own devouring. Evil ghosts themselves have the instinct of devouring. They can devour resentful ghost energy and refine it into a part of themselves without being taught. , but this method is too primitive, and it will also cause a waste of ghost energy, and the more ghost energy you swallow, the easier it is to be disturbed by the mixed breath, unless you are willing to let go of the mixed ghost energy to look at.

The existence of such skills as Senluo Xueyanjue is like a converter, gradually transforming the miscellaneous ghost aura into the ghost aura of the host's own attributes, but after all, there is consumption. The swallowing conversion rate of the green ghost is 30%. The transformation rate of general's devouring is about 40%. Even the world's highest known ghost king has only increased the conversion rate to 50.00%.

Mo Rang's original level is only black-shirted ghost, that is to say, the conversion rate is less than 10%. Even if the high-level "Sen Luo Blood Flame Art" is added, the conversion rate of devouring can only be 30%. Cruel level suppression, if you want to devour evil spirits, you must discard most of the heterogeneous ghost aura, so as to prevent yourself from being knocked into a fool who only knows how to kill.

But it's different now. After acquiring the devouring skill, every evil spirit he eats, the power of these evil spirits can be [-]% his nourishment.

Mo Rang calmly analyzed the situation, and quickly operated the Senluo Blood Flame to fully absorb the ghost energy that exploded in the red bead. Even the characteristic breath of Roshan Evil Ghost became a non-attribute ghost energy under the devouring skill. It flows through the meridians to every node in the body. Compared with his own cold ghost aura, this ghost aura has a higher temperature, but it is not the comfort of soaking in the hot spring, but a suppressed hot feeling.

After absorbing the evil spirit of Roshan, his whole body's strength rose steadily again.

Even under suppression, he had already reached the middle stage of ghost general cultivation at this time, and his black ghost aura was floating like smoke, which ordinary people really couldn't see, but in front of Fu Yulou's eyes, the opposite had already turned into a wild beast!
Fu Yulou's eyes tightened. He just saw the man swallowing the beads, and now he feels that his strength has surged before he even arrived. It's really strange!
Even if it is the ghost king, it takes time to level up after devouring it, so why does he not even have a gap, and just rises to a small level in an instant? !
A trace of shock flashed across his heart, and he stood still slowly, with the aura of a martial artist pressing down like a mountain, and his white Taoist robe fluttered in the wind.

"Sure enough, he is a ghost king who has lived for a long time and has endless tricks."

His face was icy cold, only his eyes showed sarcasm, but he was calm and did not look like a catastrophe was imminent.

Mo Rang looked back with his lips curled up. At this time, only he and Fu Yulou were still standing on the field. Wen Xiuyun was seriously injured on the ground, and his life and death were unknown. Ying Qingqing hid behind, so there should be no danger.

While thinking this way, his ears moved, and he heard the noise coming from a distance, coming towards Fengxian Cave.

At this time, Yan Motian's fire is almost extinguished. It is not an ordinary fire. It comes quickly and goes out quickly. If there are evil things, it can last for a long time, it all depends on the user's mind.

The smoke and dust are still clamoring, and the wind blows up the mountains.

The swordsman with a long black knife in his hand confronted Fu Yulou breathlessly.

He doesn't care who the person in the distance is, at this moment, all he has in his mind is the knife in his hand and the mortal enemy in front of him!

"Come to fight!"

He let out a low growl, and at this moment, his tattered robes were blown up by the wind, and his ghostly aura made him look like a world-destroying Shura.

In contrast, Fu Yulou was dressed in white, with profound facial features and as cold as ice.

It is the abyss facing the pouring cold rain, just like a tsunami flying into the sky and instantly turning into ice!
The Taoist priest in white opened his thin lips, "If you want to fight, fight!", his tone was cold as if he had a piece of ice in his mouth.

Mo Rang saw that he was calm and composed, but he did not dare to have any embarrassment in his heart. He knew that this person was difficult to deal with, just like a snake and a scorpion. Even if he was now a martial artist, he must not be careless.

He stepped forward, and the ghostly aura exploded like firecrackers, forming a huge impact under his feet, making his whole body look like a black lightning bolt, slashing towards the white-clothed Taoist priest.

"Keng-!!!"

There was a sound of gold and stone clashing, a blue light flashed, and the black jackdaw was stopped by the Taoist priest in white!

Mo Rang was horrified and stared blankly at the long sword in Fu Yulou's hand. The sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, but as hard as a jackdaw.

No. It's stronger!
Even if he tried all his strength, he couldn't cut it off, but he cut Fu Yulou until he kept retreating.

This long sword is long and graceful in shape, with a cold and hard edge, and some runes dimly appear on it, all of which are also cold blue light, and it is not ordinary at a glance.

Moreover, with his own perception, he couldn't even detect when he took out the weapon? !

wrong!

Hearing another "Zheng", the Jackdaw resisted the rune long sword in time, and he focused on the Taoist priest in white.

The Taoist priest is still hiding the extremely deep wind and light clouds, a long rune sword in his hand emits a bright blue light, and the rune on it does not belong to hell
The strength of the Taoist in white has increased compared to when the crowd was still there. It seems that he has been suppressing his strength before releasing it wantonly at this time, and the speed of his feet is several times faster, but after all, he is a martial artist. It's not bad to live in three tricks, give him another two or three years of growth, maybe he will reach something!
"What sword are you talking about?"

"What good would it do to tell you?"

Fu Yulou took a few steps back, wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips, and smiled contemptuously.

At this time, at the end of the black scorched earth, countless footsteps approached, and it was not the sound of the collision of wooden barrels and swords.

But with such a big commotion here, it's really impossible for this group of people not to come.

Only the deaf and blind can see that the fire in Baiwu Mountain Yin almost reached the top of the golden roof, and the whole sky was reflected red.

"Are you hanging up?"

Mo Rang held a long knife, even if he hurt Fu Yulou at this time, there would be no surprise, but Gu Jing asked him without wave.

"Open?"

For the first time, Fu Yulou felt that he couldn't understand what the other party was saying, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, and his fingertips were stained with blood.

Mo Rang tilted his head, feeling that he seemed to have made a mistake, it seemed that the person in front of him was not a time traveler, so it would be easy.

"Is the place where you took out the sword your space?"

Not a question, but a certainty.

The Taoist priest in white did not answer when he heard this. The long sword in his hand was refracted like the tide, like the bright moon in the sky.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Mo Rang stopped asking, "Okay, if you don't tell me, I'll look for it myself."

He smiled maliciously, his scarlet eyes were bloody and flaming, and his pale lips opened and closed and said——

——"Two joys and sorrows!"

　Mo Yan Wang: Look at you, the plot is too slow, and you can't even write the battle well. Now it's better, not many readers are reading your book.

　　Hanhan bird: chirp chirp

　　Mo Yanwang: Give me the pen!

　　Hanhanniao: Pass the pen to the boss
　　So, the plot behind it was written by King Mo Yan himself, not me~ (passing the blame)

　　PS: I made up lessons yesterday, and the exam started again in the evening, so I didn’t catch up with the update. I’m very sorry!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)