The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

Mu Bai jumped, jumped onto the back of the Blood Prison Demon Dragon and sat down firmly.

Immediately afterwards, he integrated his spiritual thoughts into the vial in his hand.

Immediately, a dark halo emanated, and a black sticky substance in the shape of water droplets slowly floated out. This is the condensed dark magic element.

Mu Bai opened his mouth slightly, and suddenly swallowed the drop of dark magic element in front of him.

Brow wrinkled.

The smell of the dark magic element was extremely foul, and the dark aura made him feel sick, so he couldn't get used to it for a while.

After this drop of dark magic element entered Mu Bai's body, the condensed elemental divine power instantly dissipated and merged into Mu Bai's limbs and bones, instantly restoring Mu Bai's lost power.

"This thing is really powerful."

Mu Bai's spirit was lifted, his body was full of divine power, and he secretly admired in his heart, if he could get a few bottles in the future, he would not have to worry about power consumption in battle.

"His strength has returned."

"We're all going to die!"

The prisoners stared at Mu Bai with despair.

After exchanging the required items and equipment one after another, Qing Ming said coldly: "Now you can proceed to the last trial on the left, and go to Iron Thorn Mountain immediately."

Mu Bai raised his head and looked in the direction of Shanshan Mountain, his gaze fixed, and he said to the Blood Prison Demon Dragon below him, "Go!"

The Blood Prison Demon Dragon let out a long roar, spread its wings, and immediately flew towards Iron Thorn Mountain.

The prisoners on the ground also jumped up immediately. Among them, only a small number of prisoners had mounts, but they were all at the demigod level.

"Let's join forces! Otherwise, I will be killed by this guy today!"

"Attack quickly!"

When Mu Bai was about to approach Ironthorn Mountain, the prisoners who were chasing after Mu Bai launched a new round of attacks on him one after another.

"Whoo, whoo, whoo—"

The soul attacks all over the sky, like the vertical and horizontal dou qi, intertwined into a big net, swept towards Mu Bai overwhelmingly.

The momentum of the joint attack of these hundreds of prisoners made Mu Bai feel great pressure.

The blood prison demon dragon raised its head and roared, then turned around quickly, glaring at the god-level prisoners flying over.

"Oh!"

A burst of vigorous flames spurted out from the mouth of the Blood Prison Demon Dragon, instantly devouring the soul attacks of dozens of prisoners.

And the dragon-slaying knife in Mu Bai's hand flew out of his hand, like a spinning giant wheel, facing the countless soul attacks that came, and directly smashed these soul attacks one by one, but there were still a few soul attacks that passed through the chopping blade. Defense of the dragon knife.