Chapter 487

He Xi smiled and said: "I think the origin of cold food flower is more strange than killing empty sword, right? This is not a spiritual plant that can grow in Miluo. Why don't you tell me how you got cold food flower, and I'll tell you the origin of killing empty sword? "

There was a flash of anger on the face of the cloak, and the mind was scattered. Unexpectedly, the cloak was cut by a careless sword.

The cloaker retreated several positions, looked at him and sneered, "Grandpa, I'm bored to play with you for a while. Do you think you'll really be my opponent?"

Inadvertently, he slowly adjusted the Qi and blood in his body, looked indifferent, and ignored the man's words.

The cloaker looked at the river behind him, and his eyes were suddenly filled with blood thirsty dark awns. "Since you want to die, Grandpa, I will make you. Anyway, I'm tired of playing... "

As soon as he finished speaking, a black flag suddenly appeared in the hands of the cloaker.

The mantra murmured out of his mouth. With the mantra, the flag grew bigger and bigger, even higher than the cloaker.

The cloaker smiled twice, touched the cold flagpole and said: "go on, my baby, I haven't let you have a chance to show recently. You must be hungry. But this time, I'll make it up to you all at once. "

"You haven't tasted the taste of Yuanying, but it's much more delicious than hundreds of golden age."

As he spoke, the man in the cloak raised his hand, and a spirit force broke into the flag.

Then a black shadow came out of the flag and flew into the sky.

The shadow grew thick and thick, and then turned into a black face with fangs. It came straight to me.

In the blink of an eye, inadvertently, he was surrounded by the black air, while the grimace opened his mouth and chewed on him.

Every time I was bitten, the careless breath was weak, and the ghost was powerful.

Although the killing empty sword in unintentional hands keeps dancing, its speed is getting slower and slower.

"That should be the spirit refining flag," said Gu Liufeng, biting his teeth

Soul refining flag, to devour the soul and essence of the warrior to strengthen their own evil magic.

The cloaker laughed and said, "don't worry, when that kid is swallowed up, it's your turn next."

Said, his body shape a flash, chicken claw like hand suddenly turned into ghost claw, toward He Xi hard to grasp.

"Bang -" a loud noise, the black air wrapped in the unconsciousness suddenly retreated, even the ghost face was thrown out ten feet away, fell on the ground and kept twitching, even the black shadow was scattered a lot.

However, He Xi only felt that he and Gu Liufeng had been dragged back for a few steps, which made him escape from the cloaker's clutches.

Inadvertently standing in front of He Xi and Gu Liufeng, one arm was completely broken, and the whole body was scarred, as if it would fall down at any time.

"Wang Young master Xi, let's go! " "I can hold him for a quarter of an hour at most!" said the unconscious voice

He Xi a Zheng, eyes as if full of blood, let her chest burst into a burst of anger.

She hates being weak, and she hates letting people around her get hurt for her.

When the cloaker saw the weak appearance of ghost's face, he was furious.

This ghost face can only be condensed after he has fed countless ghosts. Its strength is comparable to that of the early Yuan baby. I didn't expect that hateful kid to lose one arm's self explosive power, which seriously injured his ghost face.

In this way, even if you swallow the souls of these boys, you need to keep them for a while before you can restore your original strength.