I'm Really Not A Hidden World Expert

Thousands of years ago, the Devil World invaded the Mysterious Spirit Realm on a large scale. The Night Priest was the brains of the demon army at that time, acting as a military adviser.

It is powerful, proficient in Innate Eight Trigrams, and is good at the art of aversion to victory, able to predict the enemy's opportunity, leading the Demon Race Legion and the Ghost Realm to sweep half of the Xuanling Realm.

As a result, the White Emperor was born, turned the tide, defeated the coalition forces of ghosts and demons, destroyed the gate of the ghost world and the gate of the Devil World, and completely sealed them.

The Night Priest survived the chaos of war. Over the years, it has been lurking in the mysterious spirit world, secretly bewitching all forces of the human race and monster race, enlisting people, intending to break the seal and reopen the door of the Devil World.

Some time ago, it spent a lot of money to calculate that the door of the Devil World was about to be reopened, so it hid in the ruins of the human-devil ancient battlefield, waiting for the opportunity.

The night priest firmly believes that as long as the door of the Devil World is reopened, it will be the time for the demons to dominate the mysterious spirit world.

But the appearance of the tiger talisman made it unable to hold back, because it lost the soldier talisman of the demon army back then, so naturally it wanted to get it back at the first time.

Therefore, it ignored Ji Mo's whereabouts and directly attacked Ji Mo.

I thought that recapturing the Tiger Talisman was just a matter of hand, but I didn't expect to encounter a hard stubble.

"You're thinking about shit."

How could Ji Mo agree, he believed that the tiger talisman in his hand was a great treasure, which could be used to control all kinds of monsters, and it was impossible to hand it over for no reason.

And he was so frightened, how could he be afraid of the other party's threats.

"You humble human being, do you think that the body is so strong that I can't do anything about you?"

The night priest's flaming eyes glowed with a faint green light, full of murderous aura.

The sneak attack just from the back was ineffective, making him understand that Ji Mo's body is strong, physical attacks may be useless against Ji Mo, but what he is best at is mental attacks.

Seeing that Ji Mo was so ignorant of current affairs, the night priest stopped talking nonsense and made a decisive move.

Its eyebrows twisted for a while, a dazzling light bloomed, and a vertical eye appeared.

This vertical eye was as black as ink, like an endless abyss, in which terrifying spiritual energy erupted, and immediately erupted like a volcano.

The spiritual mystery surged into the sea, and the waves hit the sky, violently impacting Ji Mo's spiritual consciousness.

With this trick, the night priest has successfully attacked and killed many masters, and even the superpowers of the Ninth Stage in the fairyland have suffered a lot from it, and his will was almost wiped out by him.

I have to say that the Mental Energy of the Priest of the Night is really powerful. Just when the supernatural power was activated, the surrounding Yujia cultivators were still affected even though they were separated by a long distance. I only felt a splitting headache and signs of mental collapse. .

Yu Xiaohuan screamed even more, covering her head with her hands, her face full of pain, she almost wanted to show her original shape on the spot.

Ning Wenjing only felt a roar in her head, and her pupils lost focus in an instant, but they quickly returned to normal.

Because of Ji Mo's sharp eyesight and quick hands, he pulled him behind, blocking Ning Wenjing's front.

His body was as majestic as a mountain, as if he could withstand all dangers, and in fact it was true, all the terrifying mental attacks were intercepted by him.

"I don't believe you Mental Energy is stronger than me."

The Priest of the Night roared, his spirit was agitated, his vertical eyes gushed out, and countless runes intertwined, and even more vast spiritual shocks came like waves, wave after wave.

The cultivator from the Yu family couldn't take it anymore, blood oozed from his mouth and nose, and he couldn't help screaming.

Yu Xiaohuan's pretty face has completely lost all color, and it seems that she will not be able to hold on anymore.

"Pretending to be a ghost, you think I'm afraid of you if I have three eyes."

Ji Mo couldn't feel the opponent's mental impact at all, but he really couldn't bear to have three eyes staring at him, so he strode forward and poked it with his index finger.

The night priest's face was full of disbelief. Under such a huge mental shock, the other party didn't even bat an eyelid and was not affected at all. It was too unexpected.

It wanted to dodge, but found that its body seemed to be imprisoned, and it couldn't move at all. It could only watch as Ji Mo's fingers poked Own's vertical eyes.

"Hmph, naive, how can this avatar of this seat be afraid of your eyes."

The night priest was very calm and didn't panic at all.

But then, it let out a scream, and Ji Mo's finger had been accurately poked into its vertical eye.

There was no flesh and blood flying, and there was no blood gushing, but the body of the night priest was like porcelain, with dense cracks.

Its expression twisted, and it growled, "You wait for me, this seat will definitely let you die."

After speaking, the body exploded directly and turned into a puff of green smoke.

In the air, a yellowed talisman shattered and turned into scraps of paper everywhere.

"It turned out to be a technique of being disgusted with victory, and it really is pretending to be a ghost."

Ji Mo said disdainfully.

He has dabbled in the five orthodox metaphysics of Taoism, so he naturally looked down on such heretical tricks.

"Mr. Ji is amazing for destroying the clone of the Priest of the Night with one finger!"

The proprietress in the distance was full of admiration, looking at Ji Mo with strange brilliance in her eyes.

The ancient soul-eating toad said with some concern, "The priest has a very small mind and a strong desire for revenge. I'm afraid he won't let it go."

"Can the light of rice grains shake Haoyue? If it doesn't know what to do and dares to attack, Mr. Ji probably won't let it go easily."

The proprietress said disapprovingly, full of confidence in Ji Mo.

How can these despicable people be able to slander the reincarnated demon god.

A shrill scream came from a hidden underground cave in the ruins of the human-devil ancient battlefield.

A figure in a black cloak beat its chest and stomped its feet, roaring upwards.

His body showed that it was shrouded in a cloud of gray mist, his true face could not be seen, and he looked extremely mysterious. It was the body of the night priest.

It can be vaguely seen that there is blue blood flowing out of its forehead, and the blood drops on the ground, making a "sizzling" sound, and a large area of ​​mud and stone has been corroded.

"How is it possible, what is the origin of this human being, who can actually hurt the main body of this seat through the avatar."

The night priest gritted his teeth, filled with anger, his eyes were red.

This is the first time it has encountered this kind of situation, and the other party's profound technique is even better than it, which makes it extremely unconvinced.

It has been immersed in the art of disgust for more than 10,000 years, and has reached the superb Realm. It does not believe that a human being is actually stronger than itself.

"I can also hurt people in the air, and the method is a thousand times stronger than yours."

The night priest was full of anger and vowed to kill that bastard.

It took out a small piece of ten thousand-year-old gloomy wood, carved it into the shape of Ji Mo, then bit its fingertips, squeezed out the blue Blood Essence, and painted a mysterious rune on the wooden figurine.

"My surname is Ji, you see, I can't stab you to death."

The Priest of the Night grinned sinisterly, picked up a three-inch long nail, and slammed it into the head of the little wooden figurine in his hand.