Reborn Tyrannosaurus Rex

Chapter 331 The Battle in the Mist
Surrounded by pink mist, it is strange and abnormal. Any cultivator in it will be terrified, will suffer from endless demons, and will be absorbed by these black silk threads. Weird black silk threads, the core area No. [-] Yilong Wudu suffered a great loss under this black silk thread.

Lu Hao's battle body is in the phantom mist. Whenever those black silk threads touch his body, they will be shattered, or even turned into nothingness, like a natural nemesis. Lu Hao doesn't understand, but he doesn't need to understand at all. The important thing is , Lu Hao is still alive, and no injuries can be seen all over his body, which is enough.

"You... why, why are you still alive, this is impossible, it has never happened, why?" Lu Hao felt a strange fluctuation in his spiritual consciousness, and a faint voice sounded, which was full of incomparable Surprised, extremely suspicious, even shocked.

There was no sound at all around, and everything was a strange tranquility. This sound was completely a fluctuation of spiritual consciousness, which was perceived by Lu Hao.

"I'm still alive, what's so strange about it, I don't think any cultivator would want to die, who are you?" Lu Hao was a little curious, trying to convey his own message with the wave of his spiritual consciousness.

The indistinct spiritual fluctuations sounded again: "Jie Jie, you are alive, you are alive, there has never been any cultivator who can escape from my hands, can escape my means, and cultivators are just my food, just my slaves , and you are no exception, I don't know why life absorption is useless for you, but you can't escape the fate of cultivators as food."

Up to this moment, Lu Hao fully understood that this mysterious fluctuation was undoubtedly caused by the phantom mist, and the joking spiritual fluctuation responded: "It turns out that this is your life absorption, it is useless to me, you What else is there, just take it out, I am not afraid, but it is also interesting, I want to find out, what kind of thing are you?"

In the pink phantom mist, the black thread squirmed and fluttered crazily. After trying it and being crushed mercilessly by Lu Hao's body, it finally gave up, shrank back, and disappeared in an instant.

"Jie Jie, cultivators are my food, you can't escape your fate, either food or a servant, your body will be controlled by me sooner or later!" The spiritual fluctuations of the phantom mist seemed extremely arrogant.

All of a sudden, an invisible storm raged all around. It was a wave of real spiritual stimulation. The black hole pupils of the dragon baby in Lu Hao's battle body were spinning, with a hint of guard in his eyes, standing firmly in the air, even though He said he was fearless, but Lu Hao was by no means a reckless person.

The spiritual stimulation of the phantom mist can make a cultivator generate inner demons, which is definitely one of the most powerful and most feared attacks.

For a moment, Lu Hao smiled lightly in his eyes. In the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, there was a piece of calm, without any demons. The constant demons had completely disappeared, disappeared, and there was no intrusion of demons, which made Lu Hao feel relieved a lot. , The reason why he walked into the phantom fog was because of the control of the inner demon.

But now, there is no inner demon, maybe the inner demon cannot be produced in Lu Hao's body, which makes Lu Hao very calm and confident.

"No,...impossible, why is this spiritual consciousness so strong that it cannot be attacked, it is impossible...I am the natural enemy of a cultivator, it is impossible, who are you?" It was full of surprise and bewilderment.

"Hehe, this is your method, but that's all." Lu Hao yelled softly, and the Jin Ji battle body flashed in the air, rushing towards the center of the phantom mist. There is no doubt that this phantom mist is conscious. What kind of living body is it?This made Lu Hao a little curious, since he has already entered the phantom fog, there is no need to rush out.

The golden light and shadow flickered, Lu Hao unfolded his movements, and shuttled through the phantom fog. The black silk thread is shrinking rapidly.

Huge black shadows appeared all around, like hills, all over the surroundings. Lu Hao looked intently, with a vigilant expression. These black shadows are all kings of sand beasts, but for some reason, these kings of sand beasts are like statues. They all just stood there without any movement, as if they were dead objects.

"Longwu... Cultivators, it's them, no, it's their corpses..." Lu Hao was shocked. Under those huge black shadows, there were some small shadows. A cultivator, even Long Wu who was swallowed into the phantom mist just now.

It's just that at this moment, they are standing in place, motionless, unable to feel their spiritual consciousness at all. Maybe they were still cultivators before, but now, they are just corpses, and their physical bodies still exist, but their spiritual consciousness has long been wiped out. The black silk thread was sucked out.

"Quack, you're wrong. They are my servants. As my servant, he must dedicate his life, and you will also become my servant. Why is the spiritual attack ineffective on you? What's going on? No There are things that may exist, I am the natural enemy of a cultivator, and no cultivator can defeat me." The spiritual fluctuation of the phantom mist resounded in Lu Hao's mind again.

Now Lu Hao has to admit that this phantom fog is indeed the natural enemy of cultivators. The attacks of inner demons and spiritual consciousness make it impossible for cultivators to resist, but Lu Hao is an accident. For some reason, Lu Hao is now completely immune to illusions. Fog's most powerful spiritual attack, even the black silk thread, returned in vain.

Among the corpses of these kings of sand beasts and cultivators, Lu Hao's flying speed slowed down, and the corners of his eyes swept over these black shadows one by one, feeling an inexplicable sense of sadness in his heart. The cultivators may be very strong, but in the phantom fog In front of him, but so vulnerable, being treated as food and servant, it makes people feel sad and angry.

The body of the Jinji battle body was moving rapidly, but Lu Hao suddenly stopped, and he saw that in the space in front of him, there were wildly dancing black silk threads, like countless tiny tentacles, dancing chaotically in the air, strangely To the extreme, bursts of chilling aura are surging.

These countless small black tentacles constituted a strange thing. Like a human being, he had a head and limbs, but all of these were made up of small black silk tentacles, which looked so weird.

"You are the phantom fog?" Lu Hao's spiritual consciousness sent out a wave of consciousness.

Countless tiny tentacles are squirming crazily, like a ghost made of shadows, the voice of the phantom mist rang out again: "Phantom mist, that's just what ignorant practitioners call me, I am a ghost eater, omnipotent The spiritual devourers, the cultivators only cultivate the true essence, and the spiritual devourers only cultivate the spiritual consciousness, and they are born to be higher than the cultivators."

"You are my servant, I am invincible, you cannot escape your fate, Quack!"

Lu Hao stood in the air with a calm expression in his eyes. He was thinking quickly in his heart. He should have known that this phantom mist is definitely not a character to provoke. The method of attacking is relatively restrained by practitioners.

But this kind of spiritual attack is useless to him in his current state. This is one of Lu Hao's advantages, a capital to fight against the phantom fog, which makes Lu Hao feel a lot more stable.

"Cultivator, you are looking for your own death. Although you are special, my attack is ineffective. If you want to become my servant, if you cannot become a servant, then you should destroy yourself, destroy me!" The ghostly shadow squirmed Then, countless tentacles danced wildly, and there was a gloomy sound of spiritual fluctuations.

At this moment, a cold light flashed in Lu Hao's eyes, and he saw shadows all around, all moving, huge black shadows, small black shadows, those were the corpses of the king of sand beasts and cultivators in an instant. After a while, Lu Hao was surrounded by these servants of the so-called phantom fog, and surrounded him at the core.

There was a sharp sound of the wind, and a cultivator with an expressionless face pounced on him. His fist swayed violently, and he punched Lu Hao with heavy fists. It was obvious that the cultivator's strength must have been good before he was alive.

"call!"

Facing these servants of Huanwu, Lu Hao did not dare to be careless in the slightest. Although Huanwu's spiritual attack was ineffective, it did not mean that the danger was lifted. The servants of Huanwu sent out real attacks. Not one, but a group, the king of sand beasts and the body of the cultivator attacked together.

Lu Hao's figure changed shape and changed positions, avoiding the attack of the cultivator. At the same time, two black shadows flickered not far away, and the two cultivators rushed out again, pounced on Lu Hao like tigers coming out of the mountain.

"Servant, it's just a corpse, nothing to worry about."

As Lu Hao said coldly, he suddenly turned around in the air, and a fierce palm knife fell from the sky. The golden light was bright and mighty. That extremely sharp blow split the body of a cultivator in half. Half was then smashed into pieces by the violent energy.

"Shh!"

A beautiful semi-circular golden arc was drawn in the phantom fog, which was just the trace of Lu Hao's right leg sweeping across the air. The golden arc swept the two cultivators into two halves, and the corpses were cut into two halves , was brightened by Qi Jin in the air, and finally annihilated and returned to nothingness.

A cultivator and a cultivator's corpse are completely different, but when the cultivator's corpse just launched an attack, Lu Hao has completely discovered the difference. The strength of the cultivator's corpse has dropped by more than half compared to the cultivator's. It is completely controlled by the phantom mist, and it is impossible to display the full strength of the cultivator during his lifetime.

After all, the spiritual consciousness of a cultivator has been annihilated. If he is not the master of a cultivator's physical body, how can he fully exert the full strength of this physical body.

"Quack, it's interesting. This is just the beginning. I enjoy this hunt very much, Quack." The wave of spiritual consciousness of the phantom mist sounded again, looking very excited.

Despite killing three cultivators, Lu Hao's situation has not changed in any way. After all, Lu Hao is alone, and the number of sand beast kings here is close to a hundred, and there are several Longwu, even the corpse of Longwu. It is also impossible to smash it easily like just now, the real battle has not yet begun.

The king of sand beasts, the corpse of Longwu, this is Lu Hao's real opponent.

The huge black shadow pushed in, and the ominous aura overflowed. Combined with the unique monstrous aura in the phantom fog, people were surrounded by various negative emotions such as despair, hesitation, pain, and terror. The six sand beasts The King of Sand Beasts appeared beside Lu Hao, accompanied by dozens of corpses of cultivators.

What made Lu Hao's gaze even more serious was that one of the corpses was Long Wu who had just been swallowed into the phantom mist.

(End of this chapter)