Fantasy: My mythical beasts all rely on synthesis

"What a magical place!" Meng Qing sighed.

Click!

There was a sound of amplification from the underground, and a large net covered him!

"A fatty fish! There were three days, my God, this is new, right? "There were exclamations on the side.

Meng Qing turned around, but saw several people approaching the illusory, and there were only a few hours left above their heads.

When they saw themselves, they were like hungry wolves seeing a little lamb, and they rushed up and surrounded him tightly.

"This kid is good, he is new at first glance, I want his head!"

"Don't worry, everyone has a share, in three days, even one arm has five or six hours!" Don't grab it, don't grab it, distribute it uniformly.

"It's all quiet, although everyone is very happy when the prey is in hand, but there should be no less sense of ritual!" Come, let our prey just come in and not be sent out in a quarter of an hour to give their own speech. "There are five hours above the head, and the divine soul cultivation is the strongest among the few, and it is the humane who has the perfect divine soul.

The men got out of the way a little.

Meng Qing raised his head and looked around at the five or six people who had encompassed the realm from Divine Soul Xiaocheng to Divine Soul Perfection, and said softly: "You guys should be regarded as fearless and ignorant, and yes, the hungry beast can't care whether the prey in front of him is a piece of fat or a stone." "

This....

When those few people heard this, their faces turned dark, and it was the first time they had seen such rampant prey!

"What a rampant boy, this is the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers? Or is this the case for newcomers who come in for the first time? "There is humanity on one side.

The boss seemed to be a little impatient, and waved his hand: "Don't say it, for the prey who doesn't know the height of the sky, just beat him back and let him know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is, let's do it."

Meng Qing smiled, this group of people really arranged themselves clearly.

He looked at the approaching few people and said softly, "Well, this pleasant trip to Phantom Island will start with you!"

He stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers, and a burst of golden flames burned, directly burning the large net out of a large hole.

Meng Qing stepped out in one step and stepped out of the range of the large net, and the robe on his body was hunting.

The eyebrows emit a golden light.

Although the person closest to him found an abnormality, he still fell into the slap!

Meng Qing reached out and grabbed that hand, and with a gentle tug, that hand directly left the person's body!

He squeezed hard, and the hand turned into nothing, merging with his body, and the time above his head increased by a quarter of an hour.

This sudden change made everyone present stunned.

Meng Qing's taste of sweetness, stepped out, raised his hand and slashed downward, and the person was directly split into two segments!

At the same time, the time above Meng Qing's head increased by an hour!

"True soul! You are a true soul! Someone shouted in panic, and after saying that, he ran backwards, and the emperor seemed to only hate his father and mother for giving them two legs.

The boss also woke up like a dream, scattered, and seemed to have practiced many times before, and ran in different directions.

"It is indeed very wise to run separately, but unfortunately, in the face of absolute strength, all skills are illusory!" Meng Qing said calmly, he slowly raised his right hand, and his soul power operated.

"Six Veins Soul Sword!"

The six soul swords bombarded in different directions, and those figures disappeared one after another like fireworks flashing in the sky.

Meng Qing looked at the rapid surge of time above his head for six hours, and couldn't help but be a little intoxicated: "No wonder murder is loved by many people, others stock grain I stockpile guns, others are my grain, words are not rough!" "

Huh?

As soon as he turned around, although the boss of this group was injured, he was not fatal, and he stumbled forward.

Meng Qing stepped out, walked to the front, picked up the man, and said with a gentle smile: "Now, let my prey tell me, what kind of mental journey do you have about wanting to hunt but being hunted by the prey?"

The boss panicked, and he begged for mercy: "Fang is a small man who does not know Tarzan, and please this adult not to see the villain, I am willing to compensate you for your loss." "

Compensate for the damage? This is not good, what is the most precious thing in this phantom island? Meng Qing asked.

The boss shivered: "Time is the most precious time."

Meng Qing slowly removed one of his arms, which was directly transformed into time, which was an hour.

The boss also knew that this time it was a kick to the iron plate, and immediately shouted:

"I have a treasure land to inform me, and ask the young man to leave me a little time."

Meng Qing's movements did not stop because of this, but continued to unload his other arm, and his time increased by another hour.

Just as he was about to unload the man's left leg, the latter quickly shouted

, "There is a treasure land in the northwestern valley, where the concentration of divine soul power is at least several times greater than here!" Ordinary people, I don't tell him.

Meng Qing glanced at this person's time, and quickly struck, leaving only his neck, leaving an hour for the man.

"Count you acquaintance." He turned and left.

The man looked at Meng Qing's distant back, and said with a palpitation: "It's good that there is half an hour, otherwise the trouble will be great!" This phantom island is getting more and more terrifying, such a young man is actually a true soul? On

the other side, Meng Qing was fast.

He glanced at his own time, and couldn't help frowning, why did he have less time than expected?

Just when he was puzzled, a point of light flew in front of him, opened it and saw that it was actually a letter, and it naturally unfolded in front of him with a light touch.

"On the self-cultivation and code of conduct of the inhabitants of Phantom Island?"

The name doesn't sound very serious, and it contains a bit too much.

The precautions for the roundabout are detailed above.

"Why don't you give it to me later, it's all over a round of mobs." Meng Qing complained.

He saw a special note, there is nothing to do with running soul power here, but if you use the Divine Soul Martial Skill or fight, it will consume the corresponding time, and the length of time consumed is directly related to the strength of the Divine Soul Martial Skill.

There is a mark on the top, there is no lower limit of soul power in the phantom island, so in theory, it is completely existent to use the divine soul martial arts to consume yourself!

Meng Qing's steps became faster and faster.

When he arrived at the valley that the man had mentioned, a mountain appeared that looked like a turtle with its hands, feet, and head shrunk into its shell.

The mountain is steep and has a small hole below.

"This is the valley? How does it feel a little casual? Meng Qing complained.

He stepped in, and the moment he stepped into it, a divine soul power that was so rich that he was shocked surged in, refining it and refreshing it!

He glanced at the time casually, but found that his time had decreased by a minute after entering this valley!

He withdrew first.

Meng Qing smiled bitterly and said, "It's still too greedy, no matter what soul power is rich, it's just time!" After

a little thought, he still walked into it, anyway, he is now a small rich man, and besides, he has been scavenging from those people for nearly ten hours!

But thinking about it, at the current rate, these ten hours were only enough for him to cultivate in this valley for twenty minutes!

Just a little more incense!

Meng Qing instantly felt that he was a poor man.