Supreme Medicinal God

Seeing that Pang Zhong shot to Mengwu, Old Huo Dong's face was cold. Fortunately, they had been prepared for it and gave Mengwu a defensive weapon. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to defend against this evil and evil soul-eating flag.

Old Huo Dong's voice seemed very old, but his movements were as fast as those of young people.

"Pang Fatty, your Soul Eater Banner is nothing more than that, and you will also taste the taste of my god's skill."

An old dead branch in the hands of old Huo Dong, under the infusion of spiritual power, like a dead tree in spring, exuded a light green light, a green oily spring emanated from the dead branch, and immediately a new one was drawn from it Sprouts.

The sprout is growing at a rate visible to the naked eye. The longer it grows, the longer it grows thicker. In a blink of an eye, it changes from a small dead branch to a huge branch with thick wrists.

The green light flashed as if it were a big python, twisting its body, setting off a violent wind and pulling it towards Pang Zhong's neck.

This is not an ordinary branch, but a branch from the hand of a wood elf cultivated to reach the sky demon realm, that is a magic weapon of life, a powerful fairy.

That huge branch is growing all the time, and has vigorous vitality. This is the most powerful place of the wood elves, with endless vitality.

Pang Zhong didn't dare to underestimate this section of tree branch. He had a black bead in his hand. He didn't know what material it was made of. It was like wood and wood, like jade and jade, and it was not metal.

The dark light, which didn't seem to be strong, actually blocked the big branch that rushed over like a big python.

This black bead is a bit similar to the Soul Eater Banner, which is filled with a strong soul and emits a creepy cold.

The black bead is a ghost bead made by Pang Zhong. Similar to the soul-eating flag, it is also a double weapon of attack and defense. They all absorb a lot of ghosts, and use the power of the soul of the soul to fight the enemy, sinister evil, kill The more people there are, the more ghosts they absorb, the greater their power.

The difference is that the soul beads absorb not only the souls of low-level humans and fierce beasts, but the souls of high-level monks and high-level fierce beasts, which are more powerful.

For Pang Zhong, the soul-eating flag he cultivated is mostly used for attacks, while the soul beads are more inclined to defense.

Thousands of souls accumulated in the Soul Eater Banner, and the condensed soul power has been exhausted by him. The dark light is weakening and the strength is greatly reduced.

So he sacrificed this black ghost bead.

The Soul Bead doesn't look like a Soul Eater Banner, the Soul Stirring, Ghost crying and Howling Wolf, and it's terrifying, it's like an ordinary little black bead, emitting a faint black light, harmless to humans and animals.

This is an illusion, the power of Soul Bead is much stronger than the Soul Eater Banner.

It is a magic weapon for Pang Zhong.

Rumbling, old Huo Dong’s branches, like a crazy big python, continually pumped toward the dark light that wrapped Pang Zhong, the light of the ghost bead, swayed by the green awn of the big branch, shaky, almost To be broken, but never broken.

Even if they were smashed and broken by huge branches, the cracks quickly closed together.

Old Huo Dong's mouth was full of words, and the branch continued to flourish, and it became twice as thick in one breath. Between two breaths, it grew into a large tree with dense foliage.

It was a brutal big tree, and its trunk soon grew to be thick and sturdy, with a gleam of green oil, and the big tree that grew from dead branches, the branches above it were also growing frantically, three Before the rest time, its branches grow crazy like countless tentacles, big and strong.

These branches were flying in the violent wind, and each one swept through the air, which caused a roaring wind. Even the black iron sand in the dust storm was pumped away by countless branches.

It is so lonely and pitiful when there is only a short branch of dead branch. It seems that it can be broken with a slight fold.

Who would have thought of breathing time, it turned from an old Huo Dong into an old tree with a hundred annual rings, powerful and aura.

Relative to this sturdy tree, Pang Zhong's Soul Pearl appeared much weaker.

Not only was the tree extended many tentacles, it was wandering around in the air, among which the black light was scattered, and under the interference of the wood spirit force, the ghosts in them all escaped from the ghost beads and disappeared.

As the ghost disappears too much in the Soul Bead, the dark light released by the Soul Bead becomes lighter and weaker.

From the release of Pang Zhong's ghost beads, to the old Huo Dong took out the dead branches and transformed into a powerful tree, but it took three breaths.

Pang Zhong's face became pale, his fat face was pale, and now he is even whiter.

Two magic weapons came out, not only did not hurt the dream dance, but also did not hurt the old Huo Dong, but also lost the tens of thousands of ghosts that had been collected.

These ghosts are related to his soul, and once he loses too much, his soul will be bitten.

Old Huo Dong sacrificed a large tree full of spiritual power. The branches growing out of the branches, like a long snake, stretched out and were sharper than a sharp knife. They shattered the defense black light released by the Soul Orb at once. With a roll of momentum, he wrapped around Pang Zhong's wrist. If Pang Zhong was caught, he would be dead.

The branch was covered with small and delicate green leaves, as if painted, green and energetic, but in Pang Zhong's eyes, it was more terrible than the open teeth and claws, and the fangs covered python.

Pang Zhong retreated, evading the snake-like branches that entangled him, but the green branches, like bone cones, chased him closely.

What is horrifying is that Pang Zhong’s fat body is shrouded in a powerful place of strength, and even the void seems to be trapped by the branches, unable to move at all.

He backed desperately, but it felt like he was twisting his body hard in place.

When he found that he couldn't run away at all, he stared at his small eyes and watched that the green branches were about to entangle, he instinctively raised a fear from his heart, a feeling of life and death crisis.

He frantically yelled for help to his companion: "No, wood field, big brother save me, big brother save me."

The thin masked man next to him also saw that this branch was so powerful that he didn't dare to despise it, and suddenly ignited the whole body, and his eyes became dark and black.

He roared, and a tingling black gas appeared in his body, which was violent and evil.

A black knife with a small handle appeared in his hand, small and exquisite, engraved with countless strange runes..

The black gas was like a frenzy, injected into the little black knife, and the little knife burst into a dazzling black light, and turned into a giant blade with a length of more than ten feet.

The shadow of the dozen-foot-long blade of the black knife gradually dignified, and the general powerful murderousness made old Huo Dong dare not take it lightly.