He Xi smiled and said, "Compared to the Lukong Sword, I think the origin of the Cold Food Flower is even more mysterious, right? This spiritual plant should not be able to grow in Miluo Continent. Why don't you tell me how you got the Cold Food Flower, and I will tell you the origin of the Lukong Sword?"
Anger flashed across the cloaked man's face, his mind was distracted, and his clothes were cut by Wuxin's sword.
The cloaked man stepped back a few steps, looked at Wuxin and sneered: "Grandpa, I am bored and want to play with you for a while. Do you really think you can be my opponent?"
Wuxin slowly adjusted the surging blood in his body, with a cold expression, and ignored the man's words.
The cloaked man looked at Wuxin, then at Hexi behind him, his eyes suddenly filled with a bloodthirsty dark light, "Since you want to die, I will grant your wish. Anyway, I am tired of playing..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a small black flag suddenly appeared in the cloaked man's chicken claw-like hand.
He murmured a spell, and as the spell came out, the flag grew bigger and bigger, until it was taller than the cloaked man.
The cloaked man chuckled twice, touched the cold flagpole and said quietly: "Go, my darling, I haven't let you have a chance to show off recently, you must be starving. But this time, I will make it up to you all at once."
"You haven't tasted the flavor of a Nascent Soul yet, right? It's much more delicious than hundreds of Golden Core Stages."
As he spoke, the cloaked man raised his hand and a stream of spiritual energy injected into the flag.
The flag shook violently, and then a black shadow emerged from the flag and flew into the sky.
The black shadow grew thicker and thicker, and then turned into a black-faced, fang-toothed ghost face, flying straight towards Wuxin.
In the blink of an eye, Wuxin was surrounded by the black air, and the ghost face opened its bloody mouth and kept biting Wuxin.
Every time Wuxin was bitten, his breath became weaker, and the ghost became stronger.
Although the Lukong Sword in Wuxin's hand kept dancing, its speed was getting slower and slower.
Gu Liufeng gritted his teeth and said, "That should be the Soul Refining Flag."
The Soul Refining Flag is an evil magic weapon that devours warriors' souls and essence to strengthen itself.
The cloaked man laughed and said, "Don't worry, once that guy is devoured, it will be your turn next."
As he spoke, his body shook, and his chicken claw-like hands suddenly turned into ghost claws, grabbing towards He Xi fiercely.
With a loud "bang", the black gas that enveloped Wuxin suddenly dissipated, and even the ghost face was blown away ten feet, falling to the ground and twitching constantly, and even the black shadow became much more dissipated.
He Xi only felt a strong force pulling himself and Gu Liufeng back a few steps, and they barely escaped the clutches of the cloaked man.
Wuxin stood in front of Hexi and Gu Liufeng, one of his arms was broken and his whole body was covered with scars, as if he would fall down at any time.
"Master... Xi, hurry up!" Wu Xin said hoarsely, "I can only hold him back for a quarter of an hour at most!"
He Xi was stunned, and her eyes seemed to be filled with blood, causing waves of anger to surge in her chest.
She hated being weak, and even more so, she hated letting the people around her get hurt because of her.
When the cloaked man saw Ghost Face's weak appearance, he immediately became furious.
He had used countless ghosts to feed this ghost mask, which was as powerful as the early stage of the Nascent Soul. But he didn't expect that the abominable boy would risk losing an arm to self-destruct his spiritual power, causing his ghost mask to be seriously injured.
In this case, even if he swallowed the souls of these guys, he would have to recover for a while before his original strength could be restored. (To be continued)