"Are you convinced or not?" Lou Muyan's voice was sharp and domineering.
The man-eating blood-thorn vine king saw that the woman opposite her was as delicate as a flower, and her lavender clothes were fluttering in the wind, revealing a kind of wanton publicity that looked down on the world.
There was a kind of indignation on his humanized face. This woman actually wanted to subdue him as a spiritual pet, but the purple gold spirit fire was too powerful.
"This king refuses to accept it." After thinking for a while, the cannibal king stabbed the vine and said bravely: "You, a little girl who is a sword king, also wants to accept this king as a spiritual pet. It's a big joke."
Lou Muyan raised her eyebrows and smiled instead of anger: "Then Miss Ben will hit you."
If the man-eating blood-thorn vine king just accepts it, she will feel that there is some conspiracy.
"Hmph, if you have the ability, don't use the Purple Gold Spirit Fire." The Cannibal Blood Thorn Vine King looked at Lou Muyan fearfully and said.
"Want to use aggressive tactics?" Lou Muyan's eyes showed sarcasm, "I can conquer Zijin Linghuo, it is part of my strength, you look at me like an idiot?"
"You hateful woman, this king will not play with you anymore." Seeing the sarcasm on her face, the cannibal king of blood-thorn vines hurried up to the sky after speaking angrily. .
When he goes to move the demon cultivator who is not afraid of Zijin Linghuo to rescue the soldiers, he must make this woman look good.
This woman is white and tender, and the taste of blood must be very beautiful.
Lou Muyan watched the body of the man-eating blood vine king turn into a golden light and headed towards the sky, the irony in his eyes was even stronger, and his fingers pointed at the formation that surrounded him, "Encircle."
Immediately, only a muffled sound was heard, and the man-eating blood-thorn vine king was blocked by a barrier of jade-colored runes that suddenly appeared in the air, and his body was bounced back to the ground.
Lou Muyan didn't bother to write any more ink, so he directly swept into the formation with his bare hands, covered his fists with purple gold spirit fire, and smashed towards the cannibal blood stabbing Vine King.
Every time the fist of the monster whose hardness was not lower than the late fifth-order stage smashed into the dark-gold vine main branch with a layer of purple gold, a hole would dent in the branch, and immediately turned black, with a burst of burning. The smell of burnt dissipated.
Bingji looked at the beautiful and lovely little master's face, full of fighting intent and excitement. He slammed a very violent punch, and the shrill screams of the cannibal blood-thorn Vine King continued to sound, and every time he tried to escape, he was attacked. The formation rune blocked it, and immediately greeted the pink fist covered with purple gold.
The corners of his mouth twitched, his eyelids jumped, he swallowed and said to Mo Yan, "Fortunately, I didn't really anger her."
The indifference in Mo Yan's eyes was replaced by a smile, and his voice was light, "You can try it."
"..." Bingji rolled his eyes, he wasn't a masochist.
Although the little master said that his cultivation base was one rank lower than him, he was full of tricks and tricks. The changeable spirit formation alone could give him a headache, not to mention the tame and obedient purple-gold spirit fire in her body.
Spiritual fire is a spiritual thing that can be derived from heaven and earth for at least thousands of years. It is divided into human level, earth level, heaven level, and holy pole.
For example, the Zijin Spirit Fire cannot be formed within tens of thousands of years, and it requires a special geographical environment and the companionship of other spirits to catalyze its gradual birth.
Tianhan Jinjing is a necessary condition for the birth of Zijin Linghuo, and the extremely cold and extremely hot volcanoes are the necessary geographical environment for the birth.
Therefore, as long as this kind of spirit fire is subdued, it can not only concoct alchemy, but also be used in battle.
Although Bingji is a descendant of Qingluan, most of his innate magical powers are of the ice attribute, and Zijin Linghuo also has an innate suppressing effect on him.
He glanced at the cannibal King Vine King, who was beaten by Lou Muyan so he was unable to fight back, and shrank his neck. In the future, he would rather offend the handsome man in red than the little master.
When Chi Fei landed in this area, he saw a shocking scene. The petite and stunning purple-clothed woman had fierce fighting intent in her brows and directly bombarded the cannibal king with her fists.
What is even more exaggerated is that the cannibal blood-thorn vine king, who is usually too mighty, has no power to fight back at this time, he kept dodging the little woman's attack, and his mouth continued to make miserable screams, and he looked extremely embarrassed. .
He flew to the side of the colorful parrot, his eyes narrowed, "You are not the colorful parrot."
This bird gave him a very oppressive aura, and even had a sense of oppression from the ancient bloodline, which was definitely an illusion of a beast.
Bingji looked up at the mighty and majestic black-brown golden eagle king, his eyes were full of surprise, this figure is so good!
"You are a little bird with some eyesight." Bingji raised his chin with a proud look.
Chi frowned, "Why does a mythical beast turn into a colorful parrot?" He added in his heart, what a shame.
The ice halberd was stabbed in the sore spot and snorted: "I'm happy, sir."
Wasn't he being forced to be helpless? The little master didn't allow him to use his body to appear for fear of causing a sensation. The handsome man in red deliberately suppressed his demon power at the stage where he couldn't change shape. He didn't turn into a colorful parrot. Could it be a puppy and kitten?
Forget it, it's cold just thinking about it!
Chi was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore, this divine beast gave him an unreliable feeling, when he moved his gaze to Mo Yan, a coldness mixed with coercion surrounded him, and his heart couldn't help trembling. trembling.
"Spirit Devourer." He couldn't help exclaiming.
When Mo Yan heard that the Golden Eagle King actually recognized his body, he turned his head to Chi, his eyes were cold, "It turned out to be a golden eagle with only the blood of the Kunpeng beast."
The scarlet eyes were startled, this spirit-devouring beast was absolutely extraordinary, just at a glance it was obvious that he had the blood of the Kunpeng divine beast.
"Your breath doesn't belong to this interface, and it came from there." Mo Yan's deep black eyes lingered with a layer of light, making it impossible to see the emotion and depth.
There was shock in the red eyes, he, how would he know
"Where are you from?" Chi asked after being silent for a while.
Only those who come out there can feel his breath. No wonder he wonders why there are spirit-devouring beasts that can't exist in the Tianling Continent. Did they come from the same place as him
"En." Mo Yan didn't hide it, and had a sense of identity with Chi from the same place.
Chi showed an excited look, this spirit-devouring beast really came from there, if it was not unintentionally wandering or avoiding the enemy, it also gave birth to a sense of intimacy.
When Bingji listened to them, there was a hint of doubt in his heart, what is that place
"Are you that woman's spiritual pet?" Chi asked after thinking for a while.
"En." Mo Yan gave a light grace.
Chi Xin's puzzlement and shock deepened. The spirit-devouring beast is a pure demon bloodline comparable to a real dragon and phoenix, and it is a royal demon beast. How could it recognize a weak lower realm woman as its master
Mo Yan saw his doubts and didn't explain, just asked: "Are you Ye Qinghan's spiritual pet?"
This golden eagle carries the breath of Ye Qinghan, and he must have signed a blood contract with Ye Qinghan since he was a child.
Chi was suddenly relieved after hearing what he said. He also sincerely believed that Ye Qinghan was the master, and that life and death depended on each other. There was some reason why this spirit-devouring beast thought that the woman was the master.
Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard the screams of the cannibalizing blood-thorn vine king not far away.
"Take it, I take it, don't fight!"