My Heaven-Defying Spirit

However, the next moment, when everyone in the Tiger Fang Sect couldn't help but suck the charming sandalwood, their pupils suddenly became full of bloodshot, and their movements became strange. In the end, those who inhaled the sandalwood had green mist constantly flowing out of their mouths, noses, eyes and ears, and their bodies fell to the ground like mummies.

"How is this going!"

Hu Yanbi was shocked. He first looked at the bodies of the dead Tiger Fang Sect disciples, and then looked at the Seven-Colored Old Monster with disbelief.

"Senior, what's going on?"

Hu Yanbi just smelled a little bit of the smell, and before he came into contact with the strange green mist, he felt dizzy and groggy. He immediately ran away and didn't dare to come into contact with it. This saved his life. When he saw the corpses of the Huya Sect disciples, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Faced with the confusion of questioning, the colorful old monster ignored it and angrily scolded Hu Yanbi.

"You blind fellow, this old man's seven-colored poison attack is something that even I cannot control. Once it is released, I can only release and absorb it. How dare your disciples step forward and touch the green mist?"

Listening to the scolding of the Seven-Colored Old Monster, Hu Yanbi dared not move a word.

"Since you know how to cherish your life, why don't you get out of here! If it weren't for your master, I wouldn't bother with you."

As he spoke, the colorful old monster had recovered from his bulging state, and at this time, the green mist had spread over every inch of land within a radius of three miles. Speaking of the green mist, it is better to call it a poisonous swamp than a fog.

Looking at the piles of corpses below, there was no trace of pity on the face of the colorful old monster.

"This old man's seven-color poison skill can penetrate anything from the sky to the soil, and it spreads very quickly. Except for these zombies, whose poison gas enters their brains, they really think they can escape with this."

He snorted and then turned his gaze to the two young men in the early stage of the Crossing the Sea Realm.

As for Miao'er and Moji, in the eyes of the Seven-Colored Old Monster, they can indeed be called young people, because when he traveled across the Western Realm, these two little guys were probably not even twenty years old.

"Miao'er, although your master has a grudge against you because you caused the death of his second disciple, and has not paid much attention to you in the past few years, your master is still your master, and I am also your master's best friend. Do you really want to be my enemy?"

The colorful old monster first asked

However, what she waited for was Miao'er's resolute eyes. She raised her sword and shouted:

"Why bother talking so much? If you want to fight, then fight!"

If you want to know how he has been in the world for so many years, who dares to talk to him like this? Not to mention that he is just a junior, but he still thinks of his master's face and doesn't bother with her anymore. Instead, he turns to Mo Jidao.

"You little kid, are you a casual cultivator?"

Mo Ji looked at the colorful old monster with a calm look.

"It is not easy for a casual cultivator to reach such a state. But if you insist on being so arrogant today, then I don't mind disciplining you who don't know the rules."

In fact, the Seven-Colored Old Monster was also a casual cultivator. It was not easy for him to reach this point today. He relied on himself. Over the years, he had been struggling all the way. When he was at a low level, he flattered the seniors and got some resources. When he finally cultivated to this level, those juniors were no longer as noble as they were before, and seemed to be superior to others. So he made up his mind to teach the kid in front of him a lesson, but he couldn't hurt his roots. After all, this kid had good talent. If he took him in as his disciple, wouldn't it be a pleasure? If not, he could also sacrifice him to be a human puppet.

A human puppet is made of human flesh and blood, combined with various spiritual herbs and treasures, and finally injected with the inner elixir of a demon beast, the kind with a still-living spirit. It takes some time to tame it, and it will be like a bodyguard, obedient to you and powerful.

The art of human puppetry not only retains the strength of the deceased before his death, but also makes him obey your orders. Although this art of refining human puppetry has been lost for a long time, the old monster Qicai accidentally got a fragment of it, which can be used to prepare for future troubles.

However, after trying to persuade the two to no avail, the Seven-Colored Old Monster no longer looked as carefree as before. Instead, he changed his usual behavior and took the lead in attacking without saying anything.

The speed of the middle stage of the short path, so it is not possible to shrink the earth into an inch, but it can also move a distance of 500 meters by taking a step across the void.

For Miao'er and Mo Ji, who were at the early stage of the Crossing the Sea Realm, it was extremely difficult to catch the target even though they could still do so at different speeds. Their eyes had just reacted, but their bodies could not keep up with the speed.

The colorful old monster came behind the two of them in an instant, and then a green cloud shone on his palm, and he slapped the two on the back.

When the two reacted, it was too late to resist. However, the colorful old monster actually passed them directly and chased in the direction of Ming Huaishang. However, the next moment, when the two reacted, they also quickly caught up with Qi.

The speed of the Seven-Colored Old Monster was so fast that in less than a cup of tea, he had already caught up with Ming Huaishang, who had used the Space Disk countless times.

With advance control and the use of the space disk, Ming Huaishang had already left the Huya Sect sixteen miles away. However, it was only a moment before he felt the cold and terrifying aura behind him, which instantly frightened him and made him feel something was wrong.

He knew that he couldn't escape now, so he stopped and stood there, quietly waiting for the colorful old monster to come.

At this moment, looking at the figures of the Seven-Colored Old Monster and the two people leaving, Luo Bingcheng was about to call on Luo Cheng and his men to rush over together, but the next moment, Hu Yanbi's figure, and the remaining disciples of the Tiger Tooth Sect behind him, all blocked him in front of him.

"where do you want to go?"

Hu Yanbi sneered

Looking at Hu Yanbi, Luo Bingcheng's expression remained unchanged. For this guy in front of him, whose arm had been broken, Luo Bingcheng no longer regarded him as a threat.

"Get lost. I will spare your life today. If you dare to continue to pester me, I don't mind killing you on the spot today."

Luo Bingcheng was angry. He was really angry. Although he was very confident in the strength of Miao'er and Moji, at least if the two of them wanted to escape, nothing should happen. But when he glanced at them just now, he found that the seven-colored old monster had no intention of fighting with them. Instead, relying on his own higher realm and faster speed, he shook off the two and chased Ming Huaishang.

"What a big tone! How can I kill you just because you say so? Let's fight for another 300 rounds today and see who will win!"

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