Rebirth Douluo My Martial Soul is the Twelve Talismans

"Little brother, look at his current situation, it's really not suitable for him to take action!"

Mo Xie showed off his soul ring without any nonsense, and four black soul rings emitting black mist and engraved with purple-gold inscriptions rose up.

"A ten-thousand-year soul ring? No, this aura doesn't look like a ten-thousand-year soul ring at all."

"Why is it that Zhao Wuji, the Immovable King, is just an illusion? Are you even afraid of me, a little soul sect?"

Although Zhao Wuji was injured, he couldn't swallow this breath. He was just a small soul sect, and he wouldn't be able to defeat the opponent just because of this injury.

"Boss, let me take action. I'm so frustrated today!"

"Can you still fight in your current body?"

"Isn't he just a soul sect? I can handle such a small role in minutes!"

"Then please take action!"

"You brat, I think you're not old, and I don't even bother to bully you. Let you take the first move!"

"Then I hope you won't regret it!"

With the increase of two martial souls and eight soul rings, plus his original physical fitness of 8 times that of an ordinary person, Mo Xie has reached a physical fitness that is 25 times that of an ordinary person. This is without activating the Ox Talisman. The power of Mo Xie who moved the cow talisman increased sharply, reaching a terrifying 600 times.

"It's just a joke that a small soul sect will scare me?"

After saying this, he regretted it, his eyes widened, and the dinner in his stomach spurted out of his mouth. He was then blasted hundreds of meters away, breaking countless trees along the way.

Zhao Wuji climbed up shakily from the ruins. The bruises on his abdomen all showed how violent the attack just now was.

"As expected of Zhao Wuji, the Fudo Ming King, he can actually catch my punch."

"What kind of monster are you, kid? You are so strong!"

"Why doesn't your Shrek Academy recruit monsters? It's not uncommon to meet a monster occasionally."

"You fucking wait for me. Being strong doesn't mean you are strong!"

"I feel the same way, so I'm very fast!"

With only his own physical strength, Mo Xie reached behind Zhao Wuji in a flash.

Hearing the voice coming from behind, Zhao Wuji was about to turn around and punch, when he felt a huge force on his butt.

Zhao Wuji flew out directly, smashing many trees with his face and plowing a deep ravine on the ground.

"As expected of Zhao Wuji, the Fudo Ming King, he is so thick-skinned!"

"I have nothing to do with you, don't think that just because you are fast you can do whatever you want!"

"You can really do whatever you want with your speed!"

"Martial soul possessed!"

"Are you finally willing to use your martial spirit?"

"You brat, you've beaten me enough, now it's my turn."

As he said that, Zhao Wuji came running towards him. Looking at the extremely fast Zhao Wuji, Mo Xie easily avoided the taunt and said.

"That's it, you still want to hit me?"

"Damn brat, the third soul skill is gravity enhancement."

Feeling that his speed was affected by Zhao Wuji's soul skill and was twice as slow, Mo Xie clapped his hands and praised.

"As expected of Zhao Wuji, he found a countermeasure so quickly."

Seeing a soul sect in front of him commenting on him, Zhao Wuji had a dark old face, which was really embarrassing.

"Boy, you came at the wrong time. Just give me a good beating and I'll let you go."

“It’s not certain who will let whom go!”

Mo Xie clenched his fist and hit Zhao Wuji with all his strength.

"The seventh soul skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

Flanders covered his eyes. He was really embarrassed. A soul saint was challenged by a soul sect. The other party didn't even use his soul skills. He started to play with his martial soul avatar.

When the two fists collided, a huge shock wave rippled out, and the smaller branches were destroyed by this force.

Mo Xie looked at his broken arm, tilted his head and looked at Zhao Wuji playfully.

"Oh, my hands are useless!"

Zhao Wuji looked at Mo Xie who didn't care about his arm, and already classified him as a pervert in his heart. He actually laughed even though his hand was gone.

"Boy, I'm going to cripple one of your hands today. Just leave!"

"Is this really good?"

"Get out of here now, I won't be able to keep you in arms anymore."

"Too bad it grew back!"

Mo Xie activated the horse charm, and his broken arm returned to its original state in an instant.

"What kind of monster are you kid!"

"I'm not a monster, I'm just an ordinary person challenging you."

Zhao Wuji looked at Mo Xie, who was joking in front of him, and the corners of his eyes twitched wildly. If this was an ordinary person, then who was he, Zhao Wuji?

"Now that my hands are healed, let's continue!"

Looking at Mo Xie who was punching him, he said that he really didn't want to fight. He felt palpitated just looking at the freak who could continuously recover.

Flanders looked at the two people colliding again and again, without any desire to take action.The freak in front of me has lost his hands in a split second, has lost his legs and grown them back in the blink of an eye, lost his head and can still fight alive, and the most outrageous thing is that his head grows back as soon as you raise your head.

"You bastard, if you want to die, don't come to me. I don't want to die yet!"

"Oh, my legs have grown back again, Zhao Wuji, let's continue!"

"No fight, no fight at all!"

Mo Xie punched out and stopped in front of Zhao Wuji. He tilted his head and looked at Zhao Wuji, who had his eyes closed and looked at death with a black line on his face.

"As expected of Zhao Wuji, the Fudo King. This Fudo skill is really eye-opening."

"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to kill me, I'll give you a good cut. If you want to fight, there's no chance!"

He really didn't want to do anything to the immortal freak in front of him. His hands were beaten until they were elbows, his face was almost turned into a pig's head, and the two pieces of meat on his butt were almost knocked unconscious. If it weren't for his strong teeth, I guess I'll have to eat porridge starting tomorrow.

"boring!"

After saying that, Mo Xie left without looking back. Looking at Mo Xie's leaving figure, Zhao Wuji breathed a sigh of relief.

"Boss, what kind of freak is this? He can't be beaten to death no matter how hard he beats him?"

"I don't know, when did your reputation become so good?"

"How did I know!"

"Are you Zhao Wuji?"

Zhao Wuji was stunned. This was the third time he heard it today.

When he looked back at him, he saw a little girl of three or four years old, and Zhao Wuji finally let go of his excitement.

"Little boy, I am Zhao Wuji, what do you want from me?"

"So you are Fudo Ming Wang Zhao Wuji, and I am here to challenge you!"

"Challenge me?"

Zhao Wuji was confused. He looked at the little girl in front of him who was making milky sounds. How could he challenge him?

"Little doll, did you say something wrong?"

"No! I'm just here to challenge you!"

"Little doll, you should go back, I don't bully little brats!"

The little girl Mo Xie transformed into pointed at Zhao Wuji and cursed angrily.

"Big Bear, who do you think is a brat?"

When Zhao Wuji heard the name "Big Bear", he became uneasy. As a level 76 Soul Saint, he was actually called "Big Bear" by a little girl!