Fantasy: My mythical beasts all rely on synthesis

What happened?

Many of the actors in that group had already walked into it to rest, and when they felt the impact, they all walked out one after another, all of them were a little curious to see what happened.

Meng Qing continued to walk towards them.

Although a true god who did not know the situation gave birth to a bad premonition in his heart, he still said

, "Boy, what happened here?"

A true god stepped forward to check at the man who fell to the ground, and said suspiciously: "I actually fainted, it seems that it was caused by a strong push."

The corners of Meng Qing's mouth rose: "That's right, I pushed it, you have been surrounded by me, and now, you have ten breaths to surrender." A

true god was furious: "What are you doing?!" A

punch smashed with anger, his fist glowed slightly, this punch was enough to collapse a mountain!

"Ten, one, okay, when the time comes, let's grab it!" Meng Qing did not dodge, but raised his hand to meet the attack, and also punched out.

Those true gods were a little disdainful, thinking that Meng Qing was looking for his own death.

Before they could think about it, a tingling sound of bones breaking came, and at the same time, an afterimage swept towards the rear, and the cabin it hit roared again.

Meng Qing moved, like a wolf entering the flock, and exerted his body technique to the extreme.

Several true gods were sent flying without even having time to react, and some people hurriedly raised their hands, but Meng Qing's fist fell, directly bending it inward with its bombardment, and the injury was extremely serious.

One person drew out a long knife and slashed forward, and a phantom shadow turned into nothingness, which was actually Meng Qing's afterimage.

In the next second, a strong force snatched away his long knife, and with another backhand, he cut off his right hand.

Meng Qing's left hand slapped forward, and the figure kneeling on the ground once again increased.

In less than twenty breaths, these true gods were all subdued.

"What are you arguing about? Want to die? A low roar came from the cabin, and it was none other than the auctioneer.

Rumble!

The moment he came out, he threw a punch towards Meng Qing's location without pausing.

A burst of purple beams appeared, a scepter emerged, and when it touched the ground, the deck seemed to condense into a field!

Meng Qing's actions were greatly restrained, as if he was carrying ten mountains.

"Play with me?"

As soon as he pointed out, Xiao Qiang's field was released, including the purple field in reverse, and at the same time, Meng Qing's cast was one foot high.

Rumble!

The auctioneer was originally moving quickly in the venue, but in an instant, he seemed to be subjected to a way, and the space he was in seemed to be constantly slowed down, while the opposite surroundings were constantly accelerating!

This feeling was like two fields were being applied to him in unison, constantly limiting his speed!

"How is this possible? How can the power of my field be used by you? This auctioneer was horrified, and was about to perform martial arts, but found that Meng Qing had already snatched his scepter with his hand.

His source of power disappeared in an instant.

"Yo, can't you see, you are quite cruel, you actually killed your beast with your own hands, and imprisoned its divine soul in your scepter to increase the power of casting, you are not afraid of being punished by heaven when you do this?" Meng Qing saw the crystal part of the scepter, and with a gentle tap of his index finger, a snake spirit suddenly appeared.

This is exactly the divine soul of this auction official beast, this is a three-poison abyss beast, born with three strange poisons in its body, just because this spirit beast's toxicity is too domineering, it often eats itself, so its lifespan is very limited.

And this auctioneer apparently used a secret method to extract the beast's spirit while it was still alive, and then imprisoned it in the scepter to increase his power when casting spells.

"This thing is really damn good, his beast wants to be very sincere with him, but he treats him like this, what a waste!" Xiaowen cursed.

Meng Qing looked behind him, but found that the two beasts that should have fallen into that illusory world actually revived at some point, one left and one right standing behind him to watch the excitement.

"When did you break free from that illusory world?" Meng Qing was curious.

Xiao Tai snorted: "Just now, just now, haha." The

divine soul of the three poisonous abyssal beasts roared silently at the auctioneer, its mouth was open, and its fangs were sharp, as if it was burning its own divine soul.

Meng Qing said, "It doesn't have to be like this, I will hand this person over to you after I ask something." The

three poisonous abyss beasts quickly nodded.

The auctioneer panicked, no longer caring about the dignity and momentum that a true god should have, and almost begged:

"I will say anything you want, but please don't give me to this beast!"

"No need, I believe what I see more than what you said, little lady, go search for souls." Meng Qing shook his head.

Xiao Tai Lisuo stepped forward, turned a hand into a sharp blade, and with a slight stroke forward, he hooked out the auctioneer's spirit, and as the screams came out, the noise of this divine soul gradually decreased.

Xiao Tai woke up, her face was a little complicated, and at the same time said with a little interest:

"It seems that this is a big deal, this person is indeed engaged in the business of human trafficking, but not to a foreign land, but to a different world!" According to this person's memory, it was a world where there was a huge gap between both the cultivation system and the cultivation medium.

Most of the captured warriors were sent to some extremely dangerous places to mine or sent to large forces for research, and in contrast, they were paid for the kind of stones that contained mysteries. "

Meng Qing was stunned, good fellow, use those stones to seduce others into the bait, and you can get more ore when you are done, this is simply a million profits!"

But soon, he thought of something, and immediately asked: "Do you know the way of selling or something?" I thought I could make a small fortune.

Xiao Tai nodded and said with a bad smile: "Of course."

The true gods trembled, and some people seemed to see something terrible, and begged: "Don't sell me, I am willing to serve you as Lord in the future!"

Meng Qing waved his sleeve robe and said to Xiao Tai: "Before completing the transaction, I don't want to hear them say a word again, leave it to you, don't let me down." Xiao

Tai Lisuo agreed, casting various marks on the spirits of these people to ensure that they would not make trouble.

Three days later, the flying horcrux anchored on a swarthy meteorite.

There is a high mountain ahead, and a shimmering cave entrance stands ahead.

For some reason, Meng Qing always felt that everything around him seemed familiar.

They walked in front, Xiao Tai was the supervisor this time, and Xiao Wen avoided first, as for Meng Qing, he easily looked like the auctioneer before, and at the same time deliberately let the qi and blood rise and fall, disguising a look of qi and blood floating.

As soon as they walked out of there, several gray-robed true gods rushed over, and the moment they saw the appearance of strange faces, those people instantly became vigilant and surrounded Meng Qing and the others.

"There are friends from afar." One of the other parties said softly.

Meng Qinglang said loudly: "Whip dozens of people, drive away the courtyard!"

As soon as these words came out, those people immediately relaxed a lot, and the first one was still indifferent: "Why did a new face appear this time?" Could it be that you forgot the rules? "