Rebirth Douluo My Martial Soul is the Twelve Talismans

Mo Xie couldn't help but become wary when he saw the scene in front of him. Although he didn't know what it was, he felt that it was prepared for him.

The three of them carefully held their artifacts and looked at Mo Xie. Seeing the cautious looks of the three, Mo Xie felt that it was best to try not to be hurt by those three artifacts now.

"Suffer death, you ant!" The Rakshasa god ran towards Mo Xie, and the Rakshasa magic sickle in his hand was drawn towards Mo Xie.

Seeing the approaching Rakshasa Demon Scythe, Mo Xie quickly stepped back, but his flesh and blood was still scratched by the sharp Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

"This is it!" Mo Xie felt a heartbreaking pain. He found that his soul and body had been scratched by the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

The joint trauma to the body and soul caused Mo Xie's recovery speed to drop significantly, especially the places scratched by the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, which healed even more slowly.

Seeing the Demon Scythe making great achievements, the Rakshasa God looked at Mo Xie with excitement and said, "Haha! Boy, your weakness is your soul!"

This sudden change caught Mo Xie by surprise. When he saw his weakness, the chance that Mo Xie would also know about his stockings increased by [-]%.

Just when Mo Xie was wary of the Rakshasa God, the Angel God came from beside him and slashed at him with the Angel Holy Sword. With both his soul and body injured, Mo Xie's speed was no longer as fast as before.

Using all his strength, Ye Xuan moved his body to a safe position, but his right arm was cut off as a result, and his arm flew up in the air and fell to the ground.

"Damn it, am I going to die here today?" Mo Xie looked at the angel god in front of him.

Suddenly, he discovered that the wound that had been scratched by the Rakshasa God had a special energy eroding his soul. Before he could think about it, Mo Xie quickly used the power of a spell to eliminate the energy.

"It's so despicable. What on earth is this? It's corroding my body, and even my soul!" Mo Xie looked at the angel holy sword in the hands of the angel god with some fear.

"You don't need to know, kid. Just stand there and give our brother a few pokes. Wouldn't it be less painful?" Poseidon said as he looked at Mo Xie holding his bloody broken arm.

"Suffer a good death, this is not my style, but I still haven't received one of the gifts before I die!" Mo Xie shook off the oarfish and threw out sacks one after another.

Looking at the dense sacks in front of him, the Rakshasa God looked at Mo Xie with some vigilance. He didn't want to underestimate these things. You must know that the previous one still had skin on his face and his body was still black!

Even if he wanted to kill Mo Xie, he would still give them deep humiliation. Looking at the Rakshasa God dodging in front of him, Mo Xie used his only remaining hand to take out his cherry bomb from the space ring. Under the influence of bag after bag of cherry bombs, the ground began to become bumpy.

"Damn ant, you pissed me off!" God Rakshasa looked at Mo Xie with some annoyance as he avoided the three-man attack and attacked him.

"Haha~ Then I am really honored that a little Contra can survive you for a long time under the four strong men of the God Realm. Is it because I am too strong or you are too useless." Mo Xie, who knew he would die, would not No matter what the four people think, he will use the time he has left to humiliate the four people in front of him as much as possible.

As time went by, some weak divine residences began to be beaten to death by countless black shadow soldiers. Looking at the number of low-level divine residences that were gradually decreasing, God Shura frowned. He could tell that Mo Xie was at the end of his strength. , and he was the last straw that crushed him, but he was stopped by the woman in front of him, while the other first-level and second-level gods were trying their best to help those weak gods, as long as they took out one If people come, the underlying structure will be destroyed, and the only three god kings who are free will be playing soy sauce.

No matter how many people besieged Gu Zhao, the space is limited. Mo Xie could only use a steady stream of black shadow troops to intercept and kill those weak gods, so that other gods could not take time to attack him. , even though Mo Xie's recovery power was amazing, he was gradually unable to do what he wanted due to the impact of his soul injury.

Looking at the half-kneeling Rakshasa God Mo Xie, waving the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, he looked at Mo Xie and said, "It seems you can't escape today!"

"Escape? Do I have a place to escape?" Mo Xie looked at the Rakshasa God in front of him with clear black and white pupils. Barriers were set up around him, even in the soil. He clearly wanted to completely kill himself. Why? Maybe he could escape, so Mo Xie looked at the Rakshasa God and said, "Where did your potion come from?"

Mo Xie didn't believe that these people would be so well prepared. After all, no one would think that their own weakness was their soul.

"You don't need to know this. You just need to know that you are not far from death." God Rakshasa looked at Mo Xie and said.

Seeing this, Mo Xie didn't know what to say. Looking at his exhausted body, Mo Xie also knew that he might not be able to escape the next blow. Looking in the direction of the goddess of life, Mo Xie prepared to take one more look at them before dying. But when he saw that Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu were not around the goddess of life, he was stunned.

"Boy, what are you looking at? It's better to die quickly!" The Rakshasa God watched Mo Xie's sharp Rakshasa Demonic Scythe slash at him, and the Angel God also stabbed Mo Xie with it, looking at the people in front of him. Mo Xie, who was getting closer and closer to the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and the Angel Holy Sword, slowly closed his eyes and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"As long as they are still alive, it will be fine," Mo Xie said.

But the pain that was supposed to come did not come. Instead, a warm liquid was sprinkled on his face, and a faint smell of blood entered his nostrils. Mo Xie opened his eyes in confusion. When he saw that his body was pierced, He was stunned when he saw Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu. He could feel that the poison also had a huge corrosive effect on his body. Once their bodies and souls disappeared, he would not be able to save them.

"Ah~ stop it!" Mo Xie looked at the two people whose bodies were corroding bit by bit. He struggled desperately and crawled toward them with his remaining strength.

"Mo Xie~ Run..." Zhu Zhuqing grabbed the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and turned to look at Mo Xie and said.

"Mo Xie~ take...me and...Zhuqing's share...to survive..." Xiao Wu looked at Mo Xie and said.

"No~" Mo Xie looked at the two people who were being eaten away little by little, leaving two lines of blood and tears.

But after all, their bodies were weak, and they were quickly corroded. Xiao Wu couldn't even keep the soul ring, and Mo Xie's eyes began to wander as he watched the two people dissipate.

"Boy, you are very good. There are two people who are willing to die for you, but everything they do is in vain. You should die too!" God Rakshasa looked at Mo Xie who was lying down and said.

Looking at Mo Xie with distracted eyes, the Rakshasa God walked behind Mo Xie, raised the Rakshasa Sickle in his hand high and prepared to execute Mo Xie.

The ninja who was confronting God Shura looked at Mo Xie who was stepped on by God Rakshasa, and said to God Shura: "Now the game has just begun!"

Suddenly, God Shura had an ominous premonition, but the ninja in front of him seemed to have turned into another person, and was cut apart by him with a casual sword. This made him realize that things were getting more and more complicated.