Thinking of this, the cloaked man gritted his teeth, bit his tongue hard, and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the soul refining flag.
"Want to leave? Haha, stop dreaming! None of you can leave today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the originally weak ghost face was suddenly covered by a red light, and waves of wailing sounds of wronged souls and evil ghosts echoed between heaven and earth.
The ghost face circled, suddenly flew into the air, and pounced towards Wuxin again.
The cloaked man sneered and said, "This time, I want to see how you can protect yourself!"
Wuxin couldn't lift one of his arms, his spiritual energy was almost exhausted, and his body was covered with injuries.
Seeing that the ghost-faced monster's fangs were about to swallow Wuxin's head in one gulp, Hexi suddenly raised a ball of golden flame and shot it towards the ghost-faced monster.
The cloaked man laughed when he saw this scene and said, "You ignorant boy, Black Ghost Mask is a soul, how could it be injured by a mere open flame."
But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.
Because the golden flame touched the ghost face, it made a sizzling sound, and the ghost face was twisted, showing a painful expression, and it tried desperately to escape.
The cloaked man was horrified. "Spiritual fire? How is this possible? You are only in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Even if you can sacrifice the Heavenly Fire for your own use, you can never make Ghost Face suffer so much. Who... who are you?"
The black ghost mask is a ghost that is afraid of all spiritual attacks, but it can also pollute all spiritual power.
Coupled with the blessing of his essence and blood, even if there is really a spiritual fire attacking the ghost face, it should be dissolved by his essence and blood.
But the cloaked man never expected that the spiritual fire released by Hexi Lock would be of such a high purity.
After being shocked, the cloaked man suddenly laughed out loud, "No matter where your spiritual fire comes from, you can release such pure spiritual fire. Compared with ordinary people, the concentration of your soul must be much higher."
"As long as my Soul Refining Flag devours your soul and that kid's Nascent Soul, I will surely become ten times stronger than before. Hahaha... It's not a loss to come here this time!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a black silk thread flew out from the cloaked man's hand, and before He Xi could react, it had already restrained all her movements.
"Tsk tsk, you are my baby now, the best food for my black ghost face. If I let you die, where can I find such a solid soul? Just wait for me here. When my ghost face devours that kid's Nascent Soul, I, your grandpa, will come and treat you well. Hahaha..."
As he spoke, the cloaked man flashed and pounced towards Wuxin.
Wuxin is now just a spent force, unable to even control the Lukong Sword. It is easy to kill him.
However, just as the cloaked man flew up, he suddenly felt a strong wind blowing towards him.
There was a loud "bang" and the cloaked man felt as if he had hit an iron plate. He flew backwards and let out a muffled groan.
"Oh my, my gourd, my wine, all spilled, all spilled now..."
"How dare you spill my wine, you idiot! Pay me back now!"
He Xi was startled. This familiar voice, familiar tone and content...
Sure enough, an old man's wrinkled face suddenly enlarged in front of him, and a pungent smell of alcohol hit him in the face.
The old man seemed to have seen her clearly, and then he laughed and said, "Hey, my dear disciple, why are you here? What a coincidence, too coincidental... You can't move, is someone bullying you? Tell me, I'll help you beat him." (To be continued)