Chapter 188

Fang Lao Mo had not expected Chen Luo to be so cruel. He used a killing move as soon as they met, without saying a word. Although he had changed his body shape in the first place and covered himself with a turtle shell, he still could not completely avoid the self-explosion of the evil spirit.

After ten consecutive self-explosions, its turtle shell was blown apart. The upper body of the corpse puppet that had been holding him had been blown into powder, leaving only two legs standing in the same place.

After finally avoiding an attack, Fang Lao Mo, who was about to shed his turtle shell and restore his body, had not yet stood up straight when he saw the second group of evil spirits rushing over.

"Soul Banner? You are a soul-refining cultivator!!"

Fang Lao Mo's face changed drastically. His transformation technique was not permanent. He had to recover every once in a while. He could not resist such intensive attacks at all.

A large amount of blood spilled out of the turtle shell.

Fight.

After forcing himself to withstand the second wave of attacks, Fang Lao Mo's eyes flashed with hostility, and the whole person flew up, turning into a pitch-black roc, ready to fight for his life. The sharp claws gathered wind and prepared to attack from the air.

The third main soul rushed over with nine auxiliary souls, just like before, without any moves, just a simple self-explosion.

The main point is a simple and unpretentious one.

Boom boom boom!!

Circles of gray energy exploded, and Fang Lao Mo, who had just successfully transformed in the air, had his feathers blown off, and fell from the sky with black smoke.

"I'll see how many evil souls you have, wait until your evil souls are exhausted..."

Fang Lao Mo took out a handful of pills and swallowed them into his mouth, with murderous intent in his eyes almost tangible.

But before he finished speaking, he saw the fourth wave of evil souls rushing over, and what made him even more desperate was that the evil souls that had exploded before were now restored.

The dense evil souls rushed over again.

The fifth wave, the sixth wave...

Until the eleventh wave.

The destructive energy cleared the black and gray fog in the entire yard, and the rockery next to it turned directly into a big pit, and the pool water inside disappeared.

Chen Luo stood there, his green robe rustling in the wind.

Fang Lao Mo was blown away again.

The tortoise shell he had transformed into had a corner broken off. He was in a state of disgrace, and no longer had the aura of a late-stage foundation-building warrior.

"Soul banners of this level cannot be made by a junior like you who is in the early stage of foundation-building. Is the old demon in the heart back?"

Fang Lao Mo forced himself to stand up, and his injuries were repaired little by little under his control. A late-stage foundation-building warrior was harder to kill than Chen Luo expected. This guy was extremely powerful, and his ability to transform made him far more capable of saving his life than others.

However, Chen Luo was not in a hurry. He had enough soul power in his hands. He had replenished a large number of souls in the front yard before. There were at least two hundred souls in the soul-raising bag. Such a large number was enough to kill him.

Looking at the embarrassed Fang Lao Mo, Chen Luo's thoughts were clear.

"When you become the main soul of my soul banner, everything will be clear." A sneer appeared at the corner of Chen Luo's mouth.

The third round of soul flags rushed over.

More than a hundred evil spirits surrounded the yard, with no blind spots in all directions. No matter where Fang Lao Mo hid, he could not avoid the self-explosion of the evil spirits.

Boom! !

Forced into a desperate situation, Fang Lao Mo felt ruthless and threw the golden bell in his hand. He saw the bell stay in the air for a moment, and then the light became brighter and turned into a huge circle of energy rings and exploded.

All the evil spirits close to him were swept in by this force.

The exploding shock wave swept towards Chen Luo, and the hot energy mixed with the soul impact made him stop.

It was not until the golden energy completely faded that Chen Luo could see the scene in front of him clearly.

Everything in the yard had disappeared, leaving only a huge deep pit.

Soul attack?

A trace of doubt flashed in Chen Luo's eyes.

‘Behind. ’

The Jindan brain suddenly gave a response, and then Chen Luo felt a chill on his back, as if he was stared at by a poisonous snake. The next second, a giant crocodile with fangs covered in blood bit down on him.

"Die!"

Chen Luo turned around, opened his hands up and down, and held the giant crocodile's mouth. The foul smell of blood rushed through the mouth. He even saw the ferocity in the eyes of Fang Lao Mo, who had transformed into a giant crocodile.

This kind of old demon has abundant experience in fighting for many years, and will fight for his life as long as he gets the chance.

A translucent face emerged from Chen Luo's chest.

It was Lin Feng's master.

The old man who was refined into the soul of the soul flag rushed into Fang Lao Mo's mouth with a fierce and cruel face, and then his figure lit up.

Boom!

The gray-white energy exploded in the giant crocodile's mouth, and Chen Luo, who was so close, was also implicated.

His body was swept out by the huge shock wave and hit the wall behind him. The green long gown on his body was blown to pieces.

"Wow"

Compared to Chen Luo, Fang Lao Mo was even worse.

The evil spirit exploded in his mouth, all his teeth were blown off, half of his tongue was blown off, and the aftermath rolled into his throat, injuring his internal organs. The spiritual energy in his body was in chaos, and blood kept spitting out.

"You actually exploded my magic bell."

Chen Luo stood up and tore off the rags on his body. He practiced the Iron Body Skill and his body was extremely hard, so he did not suffer any damage. Looking at the embarrassed Fang Lao Mo, he walked over step by step, stretched out one hand, and another first-level magic sword appeared.

Before, in order to practice, he practiced a large number of first-level magic swords, which were used to chop heads.

"Your magic bell? That's mine!!"

Fang Lao Mo was so angry that he vomited blood.

He struggled to stand up, but before he could move, he saw a large number of evil spirits appearing on the soul flag in Chen Luo's hand again. The old man's evil spirit that caused him great harm was resurrected again.

Looking at the old face, he felt a pain in his teeth.

"This level of soul flag can only be refined by Jindan cultivators! You dare to collude with the old demon. As long as this matter is spread, the Black Stone Patriarch will come to your door immediately. You can wait to face the pursuit of the Jindan cultivator."

Even at this time, Fang Lao Mo still wanted to turn the tables and drag him into the water.

Another short knife appeared in his hand.

The blade was blood red, and the blade was twisted by wronged souls. A late-stage foundation cultivator who has lived for hundreds of years has no shortage of magic weapons.

Ding! !

With a flash of knife light, Chen Luo's sword was blocked by Fang Lao Mo again. This scene made Chen Luo frown slightly. He originally wanted to take Fang Lao Mo's brain without injury. He was jealous of this guy's transformation technique and had been eyeing him from the beginning.

"I can only make some sacrifices."

Chen Luo unfolded the soul flag again, and did not forget to fill it with evil spirits.

Roar! !

At this moment, the roar from the depths of the charity cemetery came out for the third time. This time, the evil spirit actually avoided the influence of the talisman and spread to this side.

Fang Lao Mo seized the opportunity and swung the blood knife in his hand.

He twisted his body violently and turned into a black crow, flying towards the depths of the charity cemetery.

Chen Luo stretched out one hand to catch the blood knife and put it into the storage bag. Then his figure flashed, holding the soul flag and chasing after him.

A large number of translucent evil spirits followed him and rushed over like a tide.

Both of them were very fast, but they escaped from the yard in the blink of an eye. Fang Lao Mo was seriously injured, so his speed was naturally not as fast as Chen Luo, and he was about to be caught up by Chen Luo.

Chen Luo didn't say a word, and raised the soul flag in his hand again.

Lin Feng's master took the lead and rushed forward.

Boom! !

Another burst of self-explosion, the terrifying aftermath blew the crow transformed by Fang Lao Mo down from the sky. The body hit the wooden roof of a house on the east side of the charity cemetery, and a large piece of wood chips collapsed. After crashing through the roof, it fell down again, breaking all the square bricks on the ground.

After the violent collision, Fang Lao Mo returned to his original state, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth again, and his breath suddenly weakened.

"Who dares to ruin my good deeds!!"

A shocked and angry voice came out.

A little girl caught by the old man in the coffin roared angrily. But as soon as he turned around, he saw Fang Lao Mo falling on the ground like a dead dog, which calmed his anger all of a sudden.

In mid-air, Chen Luo flew down through the hole.

"Fang Laogui?"

Looking at Chen Luo falling down, the old man carrying the coffin had a flash of shock in his eyes.

He didn't expect that this junior in the early stage of foundation building hid so deeply that he actually killed Fang Lao Mo. Looking at Fang Lao Mo on the ground, the old man carrying the coffin's mind suddenly became active.

'It took a lot of effort to kill Fang Lao Mo? '

Just as his eyes flashed, a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the dark.

Chen Luo, who had just fallen down, had not had time to react, and felt a corpse puppet full of stench coming from behind. This thing hit his back and stabbed his neck with two hands like a sharp knife. If it hit, Chen Luo would definitely be infected by corpse poison.

'Turn sideways, and the iron body skill goes backwards. '

The Jindan brain gave the fastest solution, and Chen Luo's body made the same action almost at the same time.

Crack

A sound of teeth aching came up.

When the palm of the corpse puppet penetrated into the chest, it actually scraped out a burst of sparks, and the black nails were bent.

Seeing this scene, the face of the old man carrying the coffin changed drastically. He grabbed the little girl, turned around, broke through the window and ran out.

The first attack failed, and he must face Chen Luo's revenge next.

Chen Luo, who could kill Fang Lao Mo, the old man carrying the coffin did not want to test it at all.

Chen Luo stretched out his hands, one hand pressed on the head of the corpse puppet, and the other kicked the leg of the corpse puppet, breaking all its bones. The corpse puppet kneeling on the ground was pressed into the ground by one of his hands, leaving only a head outside.

'Contacted with the brain waves of the dead, the damage degree is 99%, do you want to read it. '

Read!

Chen Luo chose to read without saying a word. But he was disappointed soon. No wonder the old ghost of the mummy told him before that there was no decent corpse refining sect in the evil cultivation land.

The corpse refined by the old man carrying the coffin was a Yin corpse that had become a zombie.

The original owner of the corpse was not a cultivator. He was an old man named Ren who was an official in a small country and had some official airs.

After the old man carrying the coffin knew his special birthday, he killed the old man named Ren by filling his body with evil spirits. Then he controlled the zombie to suck the blood of 120 relatives of the Ren family and refined it with evil spirits. Even the thunder method was not afraid.

But ordinary people are ordinary people. The brain read by Chen Luo has only the strength of ordinary people, not even comparable to warriors.

Zombies don't rely on their brains to eat, as long as their bodies are strong enough.

Throwing away the zombie in his hand, Chen Luo turned around and walked over, holding down the unconscious Fang Lao Mo with one hand. He turned the blood knife in his hand and directly chopped off his head.

It's safest to die.

This blood knife snatched from Fang Lao Mo is much better at chopping heads than the first-level magic sword he refined.

‘Contacted with the brain waves of a dead person, damage level 32%, read it.’

Read!

The damage level was a little high. After being hit by the evil spirits’ self-explosion so many times in a row, Chen Luo did not hold back. It was a pleasant surprise that there were so many left.

The energy flowed into the body along the arm