My Xiuxian has a mall

Chapter 139 Hundred Ghosts Tempering Formation

Mo Ming quickly completed the amputation operation on the remaining few people, and ignored Zhou Hao who was running wildly.

Kirishima is only this big, surrounded by the sea, he will find him sooner or later wherever he can escape.

He jumped up and picked up the dark ninja communicator next to Ishihara Jiro. The "Dididi" kept ringing, which was very annoying.

After pressing the answer button, there was a burst of chattering and chattering.

"Jiro Ishihara, why didn't you pick it up until now? What's going on with you? Did you trap Wang Mingliang? Don't get too excited and delay the big event! We're now..."

He also couldn't understand the specific content, but he could hear the word "Wang Mingliang" clearly, but the pronunciation was very blunt, which belonged to forced transliteration.

Mo Ming interrupted impatiently: "I am Wang Mingliang, speaking in human language!"

There was a sudden silence on the other side, a dead silence.

Soon, another cold voice changed, and said in a strange tone similar to Ishihara Jiro: "I am Ishihara Ichiro, why do you have my brother Jiro's communicator, what did you do to him?"

Good guy, he is at odds with the Ishihara family.

Moreover, from Kazuo Ishihara to Ichiro Jiro, they all speak Chinese, which is obviously learned on purpose, in order to better understand their target opponents.

Knowing oneself and the enemy, winning a hundred battles without peril, secretly being a student for thousands of years, he is no stranger to Sun Tzu's Art of War written by his teacher.

The Shi Yuan family, as the backbone family of the Summoning Society, has always served as the bridgehead for fighting against Lingwu, lurking sabotage, stealing information, assassinating revenge, killing innocent people... There are countless crimes, too numerous to write down, and they all deserve to be killed!

Mo Ming directly picked up Jiro Ishihara's head, pointed his mouth at the communicator, and said with a sneer, "Tell your brother yourself, what have I done to you?"

Ishihara Jiro screamed in horror: "Onisan, don't underestimate the enemy, run, he is a devil—!"

The screaming stopped abruptly.

Mo Ming stepped on Ishihara Jiro's face, and said lightly: "Did you hear clearly? But, what he said was wrong, I am a devil, and you are ghosts! I am your natural nemesis! Give me everything!" Wash your neck and wait for death, don't even think about running away!"

Call dropped.

Mo Ming crushed the communicator and threw it away.

Then he dragged Ishihara Jiro and Nakamura Gang to the center of the field, and the other lingering people did the same, their limbs piled up to form a Jingguan.

Mo Ming put the Ghost Head Knife point down, inserted it on the top, and took out the modified version of Qingjing Jue and put it beside it.

The Flesh Returns to the Devil revised version of the Purity Jue and the Soul Returns to the Ghost Head Knife can enhance the power of both.

Their lives belong to themselves, providing gold coins and explosive power.

This is Mo Ming's Hundred Ghosts Tempering Formation. It kills three birds with one stone, and it can be regarded as a full use of waste!

When doing all this, Mo Ming didn't have much mental activity, he was almost expressionless, like killing a mosquito that sucked his own blood in summer, and accidentally trampled to death an ant while walking, well, ants are innocent, Sorry, it should be a cockroach...

He is not a bloodthirsty person, but when bad people want to kill him, he will never show mercy, and he will definitely return the power of thunder!
Countless black tadpole-like ugly characters spewed out from the magic modified version of the Qingjing Jue, covering the entire venue, eagerly sweeping away the flesh and blood, covering it with a layer of blood.

After absorbing the broken soul, the ghost head knife also exudes a sharp edge, and its power has increased a bit.

The power of the explosive fist left by Mo Ming exploded from time to time, giving them the final blow.

Mo Zixiu looked at the horrific hell scene in front of him, which brought back his bad memories in the villa story. He could imagine how much pain these ninjas had to suffer before they died.

As a bystander, he couldn't help but his heart trembled. Brother Ming, it's really scary.

However, this is what they deserve. After all, if Mo Ming is not so powerful, the current situation will be completely reversed.

At this moment, Mo Zixiu is both grateful and in awe of Mo Ming, and he is more and more convinced.

Mo Ming's watery eyes only reflected Mo Ming's figure, and the bloody picture could not be seen.

The only sliver of consciousness left in her was only concerned about Mo Ming, and when she saw that he had dealt with the enemy and was safe and sound, she finally couldn't hold on anymore and closed her eyes peacefully.

The Hundred Ghosts Tempering Formation was also over, leaving only a knife and a book, which were respectively wrapped in a white cold light and a strange red light, suspended in mid-air.

[Hint: You killed a group of extraordinary people, gold coins +3450!100 blasting power! 】

Excluding consumption, after a frenzied rush and fierce battle, he also made a net profit of more than 2000 gold coins, reaching a total of 12945, another new peak.

Mo Ming nodded contentedly, walked over, and first took the ghost knife in his hand.

When it tried to touch the modified version of the Qingjing Jue, it was rejected. It even wanted to escape to the dense forest with the power it had just absorbed.

As expected, monsters are monsters, and their demonic nature is hard to change, so don't take it lightly!
With a cold snort, he immediately felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, holding a knife in one hand, and pulling out an evil-suppressing talisman in the other, blocking the opponent's path, making a move to destroy it.

【don't want. 】

The bloody light quickly subsided and merged into the big characters on the cover, dyeing half of the word "Jing" red, and then fell obediently into Mo Ming's hands.

Mo Ming's eyes sank slightly, and he had a vague feeling that if the magic version of Qingjing Jue completely changed the second word of "Qingjing Jue" into a blood character, it should be able to have the terrifying power similar to that of the Hundred Ghosts tempered version of Ghost Head Saber.

By then, his current strength cannot be easily subdued, and he can easily be controlled by backlash.

There is really no fuel-efficient lamp for these demonic items.

Fortunately, this normal ghost knife is not bad, and its style is relatively decent. If there is another Hundred Ghosts Tempering Formation, will it be able to be promoted to middle grade?

Mo Ming threw both of them into the Immortal Cultivation Mall. It wasn't until this time that the surrounding fog gradually drifted back.

The field was in a mess, with potholes everywhere, collapsed trees, broken stones, and various hidden weapons scattered all over the place.

The previous battle and the tempering of the ghosts were so impressive that the fog was almost emptied and it was impossible to get close.

After everything was tidied up, Mo Ming finally walked towards the two people who passed out. There was a harmless space created by five amulets, which could protect them from any danger to their lives.

Mo Ming had also been paying attention to their status, and at the moment, checked them carefully again, and breathed a sigh of relief.

This time it was actually very dangerous. Mo Zixiu and Mo Qingran were very unlucky and collided directly with a large force of An Ninja.

If they hadn't been tenacious enough to hold out until he arrived, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Mo Ming picked up Mo Qingran, who was lying on the ground like a sleeping beauty, and stared at the beautiful, picturesque face, which was now covered with a faint cyan color, which was a sign of poisoning.

He immediately bought a detoxification herb, ready to treat the other party.

The other side of the foggy mountains.

On an open space that had also undergone a fierce battle just now, trees collapsed, gravel scattered, and there were corpses of monsters, blood flowing.

Listening to the "beep beep" sound from the communicator, Ishihara Ichiro's face suddenly became gloomy, and he crushed it, and his momentum began to rise steadily.

(End of this chapter)