Bug Master In Doomsday

After the buzzing sound, a man with his arms lowered and a gloomy face appeared on the court of Shura. His horrible and bloodthirsty vertical pupils stared at Wang Mang, suddenly showing a weird smile.

"Little guy, your flesh and blood energy is so abundant! I don't know how it tastes!"

Mist licked his scarlet lips, and his two sharp fangs suddenly appeared.

"The strength of Tier VI Intermediate?!" Wang Mang muttered, his brows frowned uncontrollably.

He clearly perceives that the man with a gloomy face is only a sixth-tier mid-level strength, but the weird power radiating from his body is far beyond this range of strength!

Wang Mang had a bit of understanding in his heart. The cultivators of the time and space skills are generally much stronger than those of the same level outside. It is not surprising that one or two cultivators with amazing talents occasionally appear.

But a cultivator with a gloomy face and a boneless body in front of him is really rare!

"Little guy, I won't talk nonsense to you anymore, let's see which of your skills is better than mine!"

Mist smiled and lifted the long hair on his forehead, and his pair of vertical pupils suddenly widened, revealing a **** murderous intent!

"Mist rises!" Mist roared, his curved back straightened sharply, thick mists resembling huge mist dragons, suddenly seeping out from his body, and in an instant filled most of the Shura field. !

Wang Mang looked at the denser fog around him, and a dignified look appeared in his eyes. This fog had a certain interference effect on his Strange Insect Art!

A wisp of evil black aura was released from his left arm armor, and a dazzling golden flash of worms burst into the palm of his left hand.

"Squeak--!" A sharp sound of insects sounded, and the fog that filled half of the Shura Field seemed to be blocked by a transparent glass wall, and it could no longer escape!

"Oh?" A slightly surprised exclaim came from the fog, "Hey, I'm still a bit puzzled, I didn't expect that the technique you master is like this!"

After speaking, Mist gave a grimace, which seemed to contain a hint of success.

Wang Mang sneered and shouted: "What can you do if you see it? Is it possible that you still have the ability to defend yourself?!"

After that, Wang Mang violently waved his left hand toward the surrounding fog, and at a certain moment, the worm pattern on his palm suddenly became extremely bright.

There was a trace of hideous murder in his eyes, his five fingers squeezed tightly together, abruptly making a sound of shattering air!

"Huh!" There was a painful snoring in the thick fog, and the gloomy-faced Mist snake's body skin suddenly cracked, bursting like a spring of scarlet blood, burning a piece of gray-yellow stone bricks!

The filthy blood stained his long black hair, and the slender black hair became condensed and smelly.

Mist looked at his broken body meaninglessly, his eyes were plain, without a trace of pain.

After a while, he murmured slowly: "It's a weird and terrifying technique. It made the parasites in my body instantly become powerful, and then blew myself up. Almost, I was dead!"

Mist glanced at his body again, and a pair of vertical pupils shrank suddenly. The broken and **** body seemed to be suddenly separated into a thin transparent shell.

The severe wound that originally exposed the white bones, as the thin shell gradually separated, it recovered as before, and there was no trace of the slight wound!

"Ka~ka!" The mist snake's slightly curved back arched abruptly, and its thin, boneless body looked like a butterfly from a cocoon, and got out of that thin shell! !