Rebirth of the Urban Madman

"To wake me up from my deep sleep, there are only three souls?"

The girl smiled strangely, with deep hatred burning in her eyes. This hatred is not hatred for a certain person, but more like resentment towards the whole world.

Dina and Noah opened their mouths and summoned the witch god's clones. They had consumed too much power and were now powerless to resist.

"Hehe, use your souls to fill the power of my clones!"

Miti smiled cruelly, her hands became claws, and she suddenly exerted force, breaking Dina and Noah's necks and letting their bodies fall.

She grabbed the bodies of the two people, and in an instant, two illusory shadows were caught in her hands in fear, and then thrown into her mouth to chew.

This scene made Yom's head droop even deeper, and his body was trembling.

Fortunately, Miti didn't care about her, and his eyes were fixed on Qin Xuan.

"Such a powerful soul, tsk tsk tsk, is this China? There is such a delicacy!" She looked at Qin Xuan with hatred and jealousy in her eyes, and she wanted to kill him as soon as possible.

Qin Xuan stood with a sword in his hand. His expression did not change at all for the death of Noah and Dina.

Death is not a pity!

"Are you the so-called witch god?"

Qin Xuan frowned slightly and looked at Mitty.

"Goddess of Vengeance Mitty, I prefer this name!" Mitty smiled, and the smile on her face became more ferocious. Unexpectedly, she was very fluent in Chinese.

"This is China!" Qin Xuan looked calm and said lightly: "I give you two choices, hand over the three girls' souls you devoured before, and get out of China."

"The second choice, die!"

As soon as these words came out, Mitty's smile froze, and she seemed to have heard a big joke, and her body couldn't stand up straight in the air.

"What? Let me hand over my soul and get out? Otherwise I'll die!"

"Hahaha, Chinese, you're so funny!"

"Even the old bald donkey Fang Zheng from three hundred years ago wouldn't dare to talk to me like that!"

Her laughter echoed in the night, but the smile on her face gradually disappeared, and she sneered, "Hehe, although this is just one of my clones, you want to drive me away?"

She looked around and saw Yom crawling on the ground.

"Waste, where is this place?"

"Respected and noble Lord Wushen, this is South City, Southwest Xinjiang, China!"

"Southwest?"

Miti was surprised, and then laughed gloomily, "I remember that the Pro Temple seems to be in the southwest. In the battle three hundred years ago, Fang Zheng, the bald donkey, injured me badly. It's a pity that he must have gone to see his Buddha now, right?"

"I want to see how delicious the souls of his disciples are!"

Three hundred years ago, she planned to march into China, but was stopped by the monk Fang Zheng from the Pro Temple. Thinking of this, Miti was annoyed.

"That boy from China, this Wushen has no time to care about you for the time being. I'll spare your life. You can go home and burn incense and worship Buddha... No, you should worship the Dharma image of this Wushen." Miti laughed wantonly and arrogantly, and glanced at Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan's brows flashed with a hint of coldness, and he said lightly: "It seems that you have chosen a dead end."

He stepped forward slowly, and the Eternal Evergreen Art flowed in his body.

"Since you are seeking your own death, then die!"

Qin Xuan's tone was gentle, and his patience was completely gone.

This so-called clone of the witch god Miti was just an ant to him. If the original master came here, perhaps he would be able to look at him squarely.

"Boy, don't be shameless. This witch god will rarely show mercy once in a hundred years..."

Before she finished her words, a sword light cut her words back directly.

The sword light was as cold as a thread, cutting through the night.

In an instant, the smile on Miti's face disappeared, and spells appeared in her hands. The branches around her turned into vines, forming a thick wooden shield in front of her.

Under the sword light, the wooden shield was split into two.

Mitti's face was gloomy, and her eyes were filled with murderous intent. "This witch god has changed his mind."

"Since you are looking for death, this witch god will take your soul as an appetizer first!"

She suddenly looked up to the sky and howled, but the sound in her throat was as sharp as a needle. The sound waves stirred the surrounding air into a gust of wind, sweeping in all directions.

Qin Xuan walked in the gust of wind. The wind was three feet in front of him, as if he was cut by an invisible force. He didn't even have his clothes rise and fall.

The sound stopped abruptly, and the sharp contrast made people extremely uncomfortable.

However, in Mitti's cold eyes, the surrounding branches actually spread and entangled together, turning into a giant python rushing towards Qin Xuan.

Sharp teethCold and lifelike.

In the huge body of this giant python, the surrounding trees collapsed one after another.

"Qin Xuan, be careful!" Mo Qinglian couldn't help but exclaimed.

The witch god Miti is not the masters he met before. This is most likely a congenital existence. Even if it is a clone, Mo Qinglian was horrified when she thought that the original body might be an old monster who has lived for more than 500 years. She couldn't help but worry about Qin Xuan.

John looked up at this moment, looking at the magic of condensing wood into a python, with a face full of admiration.

"Supreme witch god!"

He exclaimed so much to express his shock.

Swish!

At this moment, a cold sword edge appeared in everyone's eyes.

Qin Xuan held the Eternal Sword in his hand and took a step forward like an arrow. Under the sword edge of the Eternal Sword, this huge wooden python was instantly split into two.

"How dare you disgrace yourself in front of me with such a small trick?"

Qin Xuan's words were full of disdain. Even now, he could easily perform the trick of condensing objects into shapes, but what's the point of performing such a flashy trick?

Miti was slightly startled. She didn't expect that her trick was easily broken. Soon, she reacted.

"Chinese boy, dare you despise this witch god?" Miti's eyes burned with rage, and the strange half-cheek spell seemed to come alive.

She raised her hands to the sky and recited the ancient spell.

Suddenly, a strange secret force fell on Qin Xuan.

This power was like a spell. Qin Xuan's body actually grew wolf hair, which continued to spread from his skin, and there was a tendency to turn Qin Xuan into a wolf.

"Through spells, change people's physique." Qin Xuan looked at Miti indifferently, "What's the use?"

Boom!

The blood in the sea of ​​blood burst out, and in an instant, the spells that invaded Qin Xuan's body were wiped out.

With this spell, Miti can turn an ordinary person into a wolf and tiger, and even turn a wolf and tiger into a pig and sheep, but can Miti turn a real dragon flying in the sky into a python?

This kind of spell that is useless to the strong and can only bully the weak is like a joke in Qin Xuan's eyes.

Miti's expression changed. There was surprise in her eyes, but more anger and resentment.

"Chinese boy, you have successfully angered this witch god, regret it!" Miti was furious, and suddenly took the initiative to break a hole at her wrist. Blood turned into a blood arrow and flew out, falling on the spell condensed by witchcraft in front of her.

In an instant, a huge black shadow appeared behind Miti, and the black shadow gradually condensed into substance.

When the full picture of the black shadow was revealed, the ground made a roar of the giant being trampled.

A five-meter-tall black dragon appeared in front of Qin Xuan, lifelike, and with a flap of its wings, the surrounding trees were smashed to pieces like tofu.

The dense branches and leaves of the trees around were now turned into a flat ground.

The black dragon exhaled, and purple-black magic breath spewed out of its nasal cavity, accompanied by sparks.

"Haha, Chinese boy, tremble! You will become the soil under the claws of the black dragon Bane!" Miti smiled proudly and stood on the head of the black dragon.