Doomsday magic cultivator wandering the heavens

Chapter 77 78. Theft and Tinder

Chen Mo is not a good tempered person.

"Humph!"

Just snorted.

The mana poured into the soul-refining banner, and the phantom of the formation appeared on the soul-refining banner, followed by the ten-mile gathering spirit formation that was laid down in an instant.

This world was originally full of aura, but now that the formation is complete, endless aura flocks towards Chen Mo.

I'd like to see if it's your racial beliefs that are strong, or my Spirit Gathering Formation that lasts.

"Protect!"

The spiritual power shield, which was originally just a passive defense, instantly condensed into a solid body.

"boom!"

The orc priest's fist hit the physical shield, making a muffled sound.

Although it was still as strong as before, but this time Chen Mo didn't move at all.

The orc priest was so angry that he threw dozens of punches in a row, but he was just incapable and furious.

"That's it? If that's the case, then die!"

Chen Mo said disdainfully.

At the same time, he felt that the bones in his arms had already digested the nourishment he had just absorbed.

So Chen Mo's whole body was mobilized with mana, ready to release the ultimate move that came with the bone banner.

"Bone tide!"

Chen Mo took out the white bone flag, and poured all the aura gathered by the soul-refining flag into the spirit-gathering circle.

Immediately, the white bone banner turned into a height of more than [-] meters against the wind again, and the banner fluttered with the wind, making ripples like the surface of a lake.

In the next second, endless, dense, white tides suddenly poured out from the streamer, as if someone transported the sand of the sand sea to the nine heavens, and then swung it down.

It's like a dam bursting and flooding.

The pouring white river water is the countless white bone spurs in the white bone banner. Under the blessing of massive spiritual power, these bone spurs became real directly outside the white bone banner.

Facing this shocking attack, the orc priest raised his head to the sky and let out a long cry, the divine power on his body condensed crazily, which made the appearance of the orc priest more and more similar to the beast god he believed in, and the red light in his eyes became more and more intense.

At this moment, it was no longer the orc priest who was fighting Chen Mo, but the beast god he believed in had ended in person.

I have to say that the Three Wushen are the Three Wushen, but it is easy to be impatient.

Punch out!
Divide mountains and seas!

Even if this punch is the real sea, it will probably be divided into several hundreds of meters of ravines in front of this beast god.

Just like this earth, under the aura of this punch, a gap was directly shattered, and this gap extended all the way to Chen Mo's body, blocked by the spirit shield.

It's a pity that the beast god descended from the gods is not facing the real sea.

It is Chen Mo who is in charge of the sea of ​​spiritual energy at this moment. Under the blessing of spiritual energy, although the bone tide was smashed to pieces by his powerful punch, the time for this shattering is only an instant. Chaohai is restored.

On the contrary, it was the beast god's fist that was directly brushed off a layer of skin by the wave of bones.

Although it was only a layer of skin, and under the blessing of the power of faith, the beast god was completely restored in an instant, but the waves were endless. As long as there was mana, there would be endless waves.

Suddenly, the wave of bones surrounded the beast god, like a whirlpool in the deep sea, covering it.

The Beast God punched several times in a row, but he couldn't break a way out.

Even if he wanted to choose a detour, he couldn't do it, because at this moment, he seemed to have fallen into a quagmire, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

The beast god relied on the belief of the beastman to support it, while Chen Mo relied on the aura between heaven and earth, but it was easy and freehand, and he firmly gained the upper hand. Between such entanglements, as long as Chen Mo is given a period of time, he will definitely be able to shake the beast god from head to toe. It was washed clean, leaving only a pile of white bones.

However, at this moment, Nong, who had treated all the clansmen not far away, suddenly yelled at Chen Mo.

"Master, make a quick decision, the sky will soon be dark, and the dark night is coming!"

Hearing this, Chen Mo frowned. Although he didn't know what this dark night was, a warning sign emerged in his heart.

It must be very important to make his apprentice Nong ignore the reminder.

It's just that victory is inevitable, but it is somewhat difficult to win a quick battle. If the battle between the strong cannot be decided in an instant, it will often become a protracted tug-of-war.

"Witch of the human race, let's make peace. The dark night is coming. If you don't bring the fire, you will definitely die in the night. If you let me live, then I can divide the fire in half and let you spend the night." Tonight!"

The red light in the eyes of the orc priest who was trapped by Chen Mo gradually eased, and the orc priest who came to his senses, resisted the violent killing intent of the beast god, and proposed to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo turned his eyes and observed the orc priest, wondering where he could hide the so-called fire.

"Don't think that you can get the fire by killing me, I will completely extinguish the fire before you kill me!"

Seeing Chen Mo's small eyes, the orc priest knew what he was up to, and immediately reminded him aloud.

"Hehe, how do I know if you have the so-called kindling?"

Chen Mo smiled noncommittally.

Seeing that Chen Mo seemed to want to talk, the orc priest finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, he thought that after his divine descent, he would be able to stably press the witch in front of him to death, but what he didn't expect was that the witch in front of him took out two strange flags and easily suppressed himself.

Obviously my family is used to domineering on this land, why did they suddenly fall into such a state?
"Witch of the human race, you also know that we orcs are hunting races. Although we don't have our own fire, we all have fire from other tribes. Otherwise, no one can survive at night, so I must have fire in my hand." .”

Speaking of which, the orc priest took out a flame from the unknown pocket of his animal skin clothes.

When Chen Mo saw the flame, he immediately knew that the fire was real, because it was exactly the same as the fire that Chen Mo saw in the fire pond hole of the Spear Tribe, but the fire in the fire pond hole was very strong and huge, while in this orc The fire in his hand seemed dying, as if it would go out in the next second.

"You have also seen that I have a kindling, stop your attack quickly, the sun is going down, and the dark night is coming soon, if you don't stop attacking, I will destroy the kindling with a totem !"

Speaking of which, the orc priest held the fire in one hand and the totem in the other, and made a gesture to hit the fire with the totem.

Seeing this, Chen Mo turned his mana and slowed down the attack of the bone banner a little.

Immediately, the pressure on the orc priest was relieved, just when he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Chen Mo was going to make peace with him.

Chen Mo lightly tapped his forehead, and the spirit sword that had been stored in the Lingtai appeared quietly.

Raise the sword for a thousand days and use the sword for a while, and when the spirit sword is released, it is like an arc of light across the sky.

Fast, very fast.

The orc priest felt that his hand was cold, and the totem he regarded as life was actually stolen by the spirit sword.

Chen Mo's spirit sword is only a magic weapon of Qi training level, so it is impossible to sneak attack and kill the orc priest directly, but it is possible to steal something by taking advantage of people's unpreparedness.

"what!"

As soon as the totem was released, the orc priest's divine descent could no longer be maintained, his body retracted rapidly, and he could no longer resist the washing of the bone tide.

"I'm dead, you don't even want to live!"

Speaking of which, the orc priest was trying his best to squeeze out the fire in his hand.

(End of this chapter)