The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 438 I am a Soul Cultivator
"What? Who are you? How do you know my weakness?" Black God exclaimed in surprise.

Feilong smiled proudly: "My name is Feilong. I am the number one fortune teller in the world. Even I know your weaknesses. How can my Batian brother not know?"

"You all know my weakness?" Heishan called out in a panic.

Above his brow is his weak point, and if the enemy keeps attacking his brow, he's in trouble.

Mo Huasong gave Hei Shen a blank look: "You are such a pighead, don't you know that the fat dragon is cheating on you?"

This black god is the kind of person with a simple mind and underdeveloped limbs.

Although belligerent, he is brave and foolhardy, and often makes a lot of jokes.

It's the same now, this black god was deceived by Feilong, so he believed it to be true.

Mo Huasong saw this black god fighting desperately before, and everyone came from the earth, so he was accepted as a follower.

"Hei God, they lied to you, they don't know your details at all, you should kill them as soon as possible, and avenge us." The old ninja shouted angrily.

Originally, he thought that he had improved his strength and was already on the sixth floor of the foundation building stage, but he didn't expect that he couldn't stand Mo Huasong's punch, which really made him angry.

With the appearance of the Black God at this time, Mo Huasong can definitely be beaten to the ground.

Hmph, seeing Hei Shen's weakness, that's completely nonsense.

Seeing that the old ninja was so selfish and actually sucked up all the resources and spiritual energy of the Black Shrine to improve his own strength, the Black God was a little angry.

But at this time, it is useless to say more, he must first destroy this alien, so that he can teach the old ninja a lesson.

"Look at the fist." Hei Shen yelled, shot out from the phantom, and bombarded Mo Huasong with a big fist.

"Oh, flashy and weak, why can't you fix that problem?" Mo Huasong sighed secretly, scolding the Black God on the surface, but actually pointing at the other party.

"Boom." Mo Huasong punched again, and the powerful energy knocked out the black god's attack.

"Not good." Hei Shen yelled anxiously, and flew backward desperately.

But before he ran far, he was hit by Mo Huasong's fist blade.

"Snapped."

Hei Shen fell to the ground, his distressed appearance was indescribable.

"You, what is your strength?" Black God looked at Mo Huasong in surprise. "You can't be at the seventh level of Qi Refining, you're hiding your strength? Are you at the Golden Core stage?"

Now the Black God is the strength of the ninth level in the foundation period, and he is completely free from the constraints of the rules of the earth and the world.

But you can't come here for so long, you will be summoned back after a while.

Therefore, Mo Huasong's ability to defeat him must be due to Jindan's strength.

It's not right, Jindan's strength is bound by the rules of heaven and earth, how can that person be fine?
"Hei God, that man's name is Mo Batian, he's not very powerful, you should kill him quickly, the more I see him, the angrier he gets." The old ninja yelled angrily.

If you are beaten like this, even if you go to that world, it will be of no use.

In order to improve his strength and kill Mo Huasong, he didn't care about anything. He was ashamed of his ancestors.

"Mo Batian, take another punch from me." Hei Shen yelled angrily, and punched again.

A powerful fist blade rushed towards Mo Huasong, but Mo Huasong did not escape, but hit the black god's brow.

Since the Black God is still obsessed with his obsession, Mo Huasong will make him suffer.

"Boom." Hei Shen saw his eyes go dark, his attack had not yet reached Mo Huasong, his brow had already been hit.

"Ah, I'm going to die." Hei Shen screamed in fear.

Only now did he understand that Mo Huasong was not lying, he could really see his own weakness.

If the brow is really hit, he will be finished.

"Boom." Hei Shen was directly sent flying back to the phantom, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Mo Batian, I will fight with you." Suddenly, a smug grin appeared on the old ninja's face.

"Whoosh."

A spirit shot into Mo Huasong's altar, directly occupying an important place in his spiritual sea.

It turned out that the old ninja was waiting for Mo Huasong to fight the Black God, and when he didn't expect it, he immediately sent out his spirit, trying to destroy Mo Huasong.

At this time, the old ninja's body was like a corpse.

Because the soul of the old ninja has already left his body, the corpse is not controlled by the soul, just like a vegetable.

The old ninja is very happy, because there are not many warriors who are soul cultivators, and soul attack is a very troublesome thing, and it is also very difficult to cultivate to great success.

But because of his special soul, he has practiced both spiritual and martial arts since he was a child.

Over the past few hundred years, the soul of the old ninja has been cultivated very well, and he can use his soul to attack.

As long as he is in the Black Shrine, as long as someone comes in, he can use his divine sense to detect the comer, and then let his men go down to attack.

Although he can't beat Mo Huasong with force, his soul is different.

Now his soul controls Mo Huasong's spiritual sea, which is equivalent to him controlling Mo Huasong.

As long as he has a thought, he can kill Mo Huasong.

Of course, the old ninja will not be so anxious, he will torture Mo Huasong slowly, and then get all the benefits from the other party, and finally kill Mo Huasong.

"Old man, do you really think you can kill me?" Mo Huasong sneered.

At this moment, in Mo Huasong's mind, there was a villain standing there, who was the soul of the old ninja.

"Hahaha, Mo Batian, if you don't cultivate your soul, you don't know how powerful a soul cultivator is. I'm going to let you taste the pain first." The old ninja barked arrogantly.

But when he was about to use his soul to control Mo Huasong's soul, he suddenly found that he couldn't find where Mo Huasong's soul was?
"Mo Batian, where is your soul?" The old ninja exclaimed in surprise.

"Hehe, aren't you very good? You can look for it." Mo Huasong said with a smile.

"Whoosh." The soul seed was dispatched, and suddenly landed beside the old ninja soul villain.

The villain was as frightened as if he saw a fairy, and knelt there tremblingly, not daring to move. "No, don't kill me."

At this time, the soul villain feels blocked by the soul seed, as long as the other party has a thought, he will be scattered.

Mo Huasong said with a smile: "Old man, you should tell me everything obediently, otherwise, you will die very ugly."

After finishing speaking, the soul seed shot out a wave of consciousness, directly hitting the soul villain.

"Ah, it hurts me to death, you kill me." The soul villain screamed in pain.

The torment of the soul is far more terrifying than the torment of the body, so when the soul seed attacks, the soul villain is in pain.

But Mo Huasong hated the old ninja for wanting to kill him, so he didn't let him go.

One after another, the divine sense attacks fell, and the villain of the soul was rolling there, unable to stop crying in pain.

"Mo Batian, why are you still a soul cultivator, so powerful?" Only then did the old ninja realize that Mo Huasong's strength was unfathomable.

(End of this chapter)