undead warrior

Chapter 116 Soul Capture
The killing ring has been issued, and the others are not keeping their hands. Anyone who dares to snatch their treasures and block the way will be damned. The scene is chaotic, and there are constant screams.

Not everyone participated in the scramble for treasures. Some people were walking on the carpet. Their ambitions were even greater. They felt the faint divine power emanating from the corpses on the small high platform, and wanted to obtain the inheritance of the gods.

Danger!

As soon as Mo Wentian's eyes fell on the corpse, a warning sign would appear in his heart, and the heartworm mother in his head kept beeping and vibrating, as if warning him to stay away, but the exit was not far away, Mo Wentian Tian can only pull Cai Qifeng closer and closer.

Due to his late move, Mo Wentian did not take the first photo. Situ Shuo took the first place, Dongfang Hero took the second place, Demon Man took the third and fourth place, and Mo Wentian and Cai Qifeng School fifth and sixth .

"God...spirit...inheritance...is...my..."

Seeing that Situ Shuo was the first to walk up to the high platform, Dongfang Hero shouted and threw the weapon in his hand towards Situ Shuo's back.

"Be careful……"

Cai Qifeng seems to have a good relationship with Situ Shuo, Jiaoyue reminded him, Situ Shuo turned his head and saw the long sword flying slowly, so he had to dodge to dodge, but fell backwards.

Dongfang Hero, who was chasing up, showed a sinister smile, and kicked him, directly in the direction of the mirrored portal, which made Dongfang Shuo lose his elegance and cursed loudly.

"You bastard..."

At this moment, Mo Wentian had already stabbed through the back of the demon man in front with the Time Knife, and he also thought he was blocking the way. As someone stepped onto the small high platform, the sense of crisis in his heart became heavier.

There was a devil in front of him, who was so frightened that he tried to speed up, but affected by the space, he couldn't go much faster.

Dongfang Hero walked up to the throne with a proud face, but his face changed drastically, and he saw that the mummy who had been meditating sat upright, and the soul flame was burning in the hole of the mask.Then his face was ecstatic again, thinking that the inheritance of the gods was about to begin.

Seeing the mummy sitting upright, Mo Wentian also tried his best to speed up, and Ying dragged Cai Qifeng to overtake the terrified demon, because the place was not in the way, so he didn't hurt the killer.When he stepped onto the small platform, the mummy suddenly stood up and grabbed Dongfang Haojie by the neck.

Dongfang Hero opened his mouth wide in horror. It was useless to struggle desperately. The other hand of the mummy took off the mask, revealing a terrifying appearance like a skeleton. He also opened his mouth, and a gray gas gushed out and got into Dongfang Hero. In the mouth, he immediately began to cramp all over.

"Seize... seize..."

Situ Shuo, who originally wanted to rush over, screamed, turned around and rushed into the mirror portal. Mo Wentian also felt his body lighten, and quickly pulled the stunned Cai Qifeng to the side of the mirror portal. It pushed in.

He was not in a hurry to leave, and he also saw that this was not an inheritance, but a soul seizure. The ancient god wanted to occupy the body of the oriental hero, which proved that this was not a tomb of a god, but a cage for this ancient god.

"Whoa!"

Seeing that the seizure was about to be completed, the Suiyue Knife flew out of his palm, and it happened to be inserted into Dongfang Hero's head. He quickly pulled the Suiyue Knife back, and rushed into the vision transmission array one after another after the demons who rushed to the front.

He escaped with some messy footsteps, and turned out to be at the top of the mausoleum. The whole mausoleum was shaking violently. As soon as he appeared, he was grabbed by the shoulder and flew to the deck of a battleship.

On the deck, Situ Shuo and Cai Qifeng were telling everyone with pale faces, and the escaped devil was immediately surrounded by devil masters for questioning.

"Bullshit inheritance of the gods, that human being was taken away, fortunately Mo Wentian killed him!"

Where the devil yelled, everyone believed it now.The mausoleum also began to collapse, and none of those who competed for the treasure escaped. People can't imagine what kind of human tragedy they are going through.

"Someone is coming out again!"

Just as the entire mausoleum was collapsing and sinking into the ground, another person appeared out of thin air on the rock at the top, and was immediately rescued and flew to the deck. When they saw this person, Mo Wentian and the others were all dumbfounded. The oriental hero who was shot through the head and died!

how can that be!

Mo Wentian clearly felt that he had plundered the vitality of the hero of the East. Perhaps it was because most of the souls of the gods had entered. The vitality was extremely rich, allowing him to rush directly to the peak of chemical weapons. As long as he condensed his fighting spirit, he would be able to break through to Soul Condensation territory.

"It's impossible, I saw you killed!" The escaped demon screamed.

At this time, Dongfang Hero still had blood stains on his shoulders, and even some white objects, reminiscent of things in his head, but his head was intact, without a trace of scars.

Facing the screams of the devil's general and the suspicious gazes of others, Dongfang Hero smiled chicly and bowed to Dongfang Hao to salute.

"Father, fortunately, the child did not disgrace his life and obtained the inheritance of the gods. These people tried to destroy the inheritance, but it was all in vain."

"Boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he straightened up, and a metallic voice sounded, and a battle spirit appeared behind him, it turned out to be a mighty and ferocious cyan dragon!

"Oh my god, Azure Dragon Battle Spirit!"

Exclamations erupted, and countless jealous eyes looked at the Qinglong War Spirit, as if wanting to show off, the Qinglong War Spirit began to circle around Situ Haojie.

"hold head high……"

The resounding dragon chant resounded all over the field, Dongfang Hero turned around and walked across to Mo Wentian and clasped his fists, "Thank you! This kindness will last forever!"

At this time, the oriental hero Yushu is facing the wind, extremely chic, it seems that he doesn't care about the past.But Mo Wentian could see the trace of hatred in his eyes clearly, and only he could understand why he thanked him.

Mo Wentian's knife indeed penetrated Dongfang Hero's head. In order not to cause the Xinsu body to die, the ancient gods who had completed half of the seizing had no choice but to give up seizing the body and completely destroy Dongfang Hero's soul. Instead, they chose to fuse and spent a lot of money. Soul energy heals the wound.At this time, he is an oriental hero, and he is not an oriental hero, and there is still a huge hidden danger in his mind.

"You and I will never stop dying!" Dongfang Hero's words were very soft this time, only Mo Wentian and Cai Qifeng beside him heard.

Mo Wentian laughed, guessing that he was having a hard time, he must have paid a huge price for being alive after being stabbed in the head, and he also replied softly, "You're welcome, choose again, I'll just chop off your head!"

"Hehe, wait and see!"

Dongfang Hero finished speaking with a smile, and waved to the jealous crowd like a spring breeze, ignoring whether people would cheer or not, showing everyone's demeanor.

Dongfang Hao grabbed his arm worriedly, probed his profound strength into his body to check, and laughed wildly after a long time, "Wow ha ha ha... This is the good boy of my Dongfang family, the Qinglong battle spirit is unparalleled in the world. From today, Dongfang Hero is the sole heir of the Dongfang family."

Faced with this situation, people sighed endlessly, especially those masters who died of their clansmen, all of them showed their unwillingness.It's only in the martial arts realm, even if it's a young talent, death will be in vain.

After waiting for a long time, the entire mausoleum sank into the ground. It first turned into a big pit, and then the magma gushed out to fill the pit, which meant that those people could no longer come out alive. Leng Baimei's car went straight to Xihuang.

Sitting in the empty cabin, Mo Wentian remained silent. The resurrection of the Eastern hero was not important to him, it was just that he had an extra strong opponent. His ultimate goal was the God of War Ling Zhiyuan.Compared with him, Dongfang Hero is just a piece of trash, and he can only have more fun on the way forward.

Mo Wentian was thrown down when he passed Evil Corpse City, and he didn't even give Cai Qifeng another chance, and he didn't care, he was still cheered like a hero by the Mo family.

In the main hall of the Mo family, he briefly explained what happened in the tomb of the lower gods, and people were secretly shocked. When they heard that the hero of the East was resurrected from death by the ancient gods, the exclamation almost lifted the roof.

"God, little ancestor, you should have chopped off his head at that time, but now you have left a big disaster."

Mo Kuangtu shouted loudly, and the others agreed, Mo Wentian just smiled, there is no medicine for regret in the world, and it is useless to miss the opportunity to regret, at most, the next time he has the opportunity, he will chop off the head of the hero of the East.

"That's how things are. You can arrange this fruit. I'm going back to rest."

Mo Wentian handed the Xuanyin fruit to the Patriarch, got up and left amidst the people sending him off, and there were more important things to do when he returned home.

At this very moment, in a barn in the Imperial Wargamber on the way back home, the oriental hero has long since lost sight of others, biting the horns of the quilt and tearing his hair with his hands, his face pale, trembling all over, his mind is like ten thousand ants gnawing.

After a long time, the pain disappeared, and he lay limp on the bed and babbled.

"Mo Wentian, if I don't kill you, I swear I won't be human..."

Mo Wentian returned home in a happy mood, hugged Mo Shidie who was waiting at the door, and locked himself in the room like a thief.

He took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed. His consciousness penetrated into his soul and looked at the phantom of the more solid phantom. With a thought, the phantom of the phantom immediately appeared outside his body, forming a fighting spirit, and began to revolve around his body. It was no less than the blue dragon of the oriental hero The spirit of war, and it looks even more ferocious and terrifying.

its not right!
What made Mo Wentian puzzled was that the Void Beast War Soul really existed and could already appear out of the body, but his cultivation was still at the peak of chemical martial arts, and he hadn't broken through to enter the Soul Condensation Realm.

Could it be that it is not because of the condensation of profound strength and a trace of soul?
The correct way to condense a battle spirit is to take out a trace of soul, condense it with profound energy and infuse it into it to form it. During normal practice, one must constantly infuse profound energy into it to make the battle spirit stronger.Thinking of this, he stroked the Void Beast Battle Soul floating beside him with his hand, and began to infuse profound power into it.

Useless!

The profound energy can't be infused into it at all, the virtual beast battle soul is a special existence formed by swallowing the ghost shadow, without using a trace of soul, there is no profound energy.

The Suiyue Knife protruded out, and the Void Beast War Spirit floating around disappeared, and then appeared on the knife with claws and claws and vibrating wings. It could jump out of the knife at any time. At this time, it was no different from other war spirits. Mo Wentian was scratching his head.

(End of this chapter)