"Resentment is a very rare phenomenon." The Ring Spirit's voice revealed a hint of solemnity. "When a creature's resentment reaches an extreme level and is willing to give up its soul, it will turn into terrible evil thoughts."
"Once it becomes an evil thought, his strength will be greatly improved, and he will be extremely greedy for the lives of living creatures."
"The more creatures the evil thoughts devour, the stronger they become. There is no end to this process!"
so smart
Luo Xiaoman frowned. In her previous life, she had never encountered resentment and evil thoughts, but she had gained experience in this life.
"With Mo Yuan's strength, I'm afraid he is no match for this evil thought." The Ring Spirit looked at Mo Yuan and said worriedly.
"No! I believe him." Luo Xiaoman curled his lips and looked at Mo Yuan with eyes full of trust. "He can definitely do it!"
The Nazgul looked helpless.
This is an evil thought formed from the resentment of frost fangs. Its strength is astonishing. It is definitely not something that a person at the ninth level of the Dan Formation stage can deal with.
In particular, the evil thoughts are incapable of pain and are extremely ferocious. Even if all the people here come together, they cannot be their opponents.
Little master, where do you get your confidence from
"Roar!!"
With a roar, the frost fangs were completely swallowed up by the black energy and turned into a ferocious evil thought.
This evil thought retains its appearance in life, but its whole body is pitch black and surrounded by black energy, making it very ferocious and terrifying.
"It's not good." Luo Qingyi frowned and looked at the Frost Fang with worry, "This monster seems to have been swallowed up by some force and has become extremely ferocious and powerful."
"Brother, let's take action." Luo Qinghen looked solemn, tightened the ax in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Mo Yuan alone may not be able to handle it."
"unnecessary."
Suddenly, Mo Yuan's cold voice floated over, making everyone tremble.
His tall and straight body was so thin and insignificant in front of the frost fangs, but such a thin and insignificant body was like a benchmark, standing tall and unyielding.
"Is this Mo Yuan crazy?" Luo Qinghen's eyes widened and he said with a puzzled look on his face: "Even if you want to be cool, you have to do what you can..."
Before he finished speaking, a fierce power surged from Mo Yuan's body, passing through his heart.
Mo Yuan bowed slightly and placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, like a wild beast about to pounce. His eyes flashed with a sharp cold light, locking the frost fangs in front of him.
"No! Even if Mo Yuan tried his best, he couldn't kill this evil thought." The ring spirit looked solemn and said solemnly: "This guy is just trying to show off his strength!"
"Are you trying to be brave?" Luo Xiaoman chuckled, holding his chin with his hand and looking at Mo Yuan with burning eyes. "He knows what he is doing?"
"Ah! Little Master, Mo Yuan is just crazy, why are you crazy too?" The ring spirit looked helpless, "If Mo Yuan can't stop us, we won't be able to escape. And once this evil thought breaks in, In the human world, more creatures will be swallowed up and turned into his power."
He could imagine that this evil thought would become more and more powerful, and by then, even the strongest cultivator would not be an opponent.
"Hey, what is Mo Yuan doing?" Suddenly, Luo Qinghen's pupils shrank, and he saw that the energy surrounding Mo Yuan quickly integrated into the long sword.
Clang!
A burst of sword sound exploded, creating a circle of ripples, twitching Mo Yuan's ponytail and turning his sleeves, making him stand proudly in the sky and earth like a killing god.
(End of chapter)