Soul Devouring Sword Master

"This old guy actually still has such a skill!"

Lin Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly. He originally thought that these vampire bats could help him deal with Mo Wuya, but now it seems that it is not possible for the time being.

"However, we can't make this old guy feel better."

Lin Xiao rolled his eyes and revealed a strange smile.

With Bai's amulet, Lin Xiao could do whatever he wanted at the bottom of the cliff, riding on Bai's body and walking in the direction of Mo Wuya.

Mo Wuya obviously saw Lin Xiao and couldn't help but angrily yelled, "Beast, you're not dead!"

"How can I be willing to die before I build a grave for you?"

Lin Xiao smiled.

"Damn it, this bastard..."

Mo Wuya gritted his teeth secretly, never expecting that this seemingly inconspicuous guy next to Lin Xiao could actually transform. Moreover, the vampire bats seemed to be very afraid of him and took a detour, which was simply unbelievable.

Having said that, Mo Wuya also vaguely guessed that this might be related to the bloodline of that guy. Monsters have strict classifications for bloodline levels.

Like some monster beasts that carry the bloodline of ancient mythical beasts, they have a kind of pressure on other monster beasts, called bloodline pressure. In front of them, other monster beasts can only bow their heads and stay away.

"Hmph, just let you live a little longer. Sooner or later, you will die in my hands!"

Mo Wuya snorted coldly, his murderous intent clearly revealed, and he was planning in his heart that as long as these vampire bats left, he would immediately take action and kill Lin Xiao.

"Oh, I really didn't expect that here, there is still the residual consciousness left by the strong man's death. It contains various artistic conceptions. It is really rare."

Lin Xiao said with a smile, and suddenly pointed at a ball of yellow-brown light.

"Isn't this the artistic conception of the mountain? It has reached its peak. The peak artistic conception is so rare. It will definitely be of great use to warriors who understand the artistic conception of the mountain."

With that, Lin Xiao walked towards the ball of light, which made Mo Wuya vaguely feel that something was wrong.

Soon, Lin Xiao walked over, took the artistic conception of the mountain, and held it in his hand. Spiritual energy emerged from his hand, and he squeezed it a little harder.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, the yellow-brown light group suddenly shattered into pieces, and part of the mountain's artistic conception also dissipated.

"Asshole, what are you doing!"

Mo Wuya couldn't help but yell.

"What's wrong? Elder Mo, is it possible that you are cultivating the artistic conception of the mountain? So that's the case, that's fine."

Lin Xiao smiled slightly and exerted force on his palms again.

Snapped! Snapped...

With a few crisp sounds, nearly half of the residual consciousness in his hand suddenly shattered.

Residual consciousness is extremely fragile and wanders around the ground. As long as there is a slight collision of external energy, it will easily collapse.

"Let go, you beast!"

Mo Wuya couldn't help roaring, his eyes were red.

That is the peak of the artistic conception of the mountain. If he can use it, he can definitely break the artistic conception of the mountain to the peak. By then, his cultivation will also be able to break through rapidly.

His artistic conception of mountains has been stuck in Dacheng for several years, and he has been unable to break the bottleneck. Seeing that the opportunity is right in front of him, but it is destroyed bit by bit by Lin Xiao, how can he not feel distressed, his heart is almost broken.

Bang!

There was a sudden explosion, and the ball of light in Lin Xiao's hand exploded instantly and turned into black cherry blossoms.

"Oops, I'm sorry, I made a mistake. I made a mistake."

Lin Xiao turned his head and smiled at Mo Wuya, which made Mo Wuya's face turn blue and white. His fists clenched tightly and creaked. If he hadn't been worried that those vampire bats were still waiting for opportunities around him, he would have endured it long ago. He couldn't help but tear Lin Xiao into pieces.

"Oh, there is also a mountain artistic conception there, which is also the peak artistic conception. What a coincidence!"

Lin Xiao pointed in a direction on the left, making Mo Wuya's heart twitch.

Later, Lin Xiao brought the artistic conception of the mountain and deliberately walked to Mo Wuya, "It's a very rich artistic conception of the mountain. Unfortunately, I don't need it."

Snapped!

The artistic conception of the entire mountain collapsed directly and turned into nothingness.

The corner of Mo Wuya's mouth twitched, bloodshot eyes appeared, and he stared at Lin Xiao with a strong murderous intent. If his eyes could kill, Lin Xiao would have been riddled with holes.

"Oh, there's still a group of mountains there, let me go over there and destroy it!"

With that, Lin Xiao walked over.

Not long after, he returned to Mo Wuya with the remnants of the mountain's artistic conception, and destroyed the mountain's artistic conception in front of him.

"Ah, you beast, you bastard, stop it, stop it, you bastard!"

Mo Wuya finally couldn't bear it any longer and roared with red eyes.

These were all opportunities for him to break through. Seeing each one of them destroyed by Lin Xiao, and in front of him, was like cutting off pieces of flesh from his heart. His hatred for Lin Xiao was simply overwhelming. into reality.

"Let me stop, okay, kneel down and beg me, and I will consider leaving you a remnant of the mountain's artistic conception."

Lin Xiao smiled lightly.

"You're a dreamer, you bastard. If you have the guts, you'll destroy them all. When I get a chance to go out, I will make your life worse than death and make you regret coming to this world!"

Mo Wuya said grimly, gritting his teeth, and the muscles on his face were shaking with anger. Looking at his appearance, he wanted to eat Lin Xiao alive.

"This is yours, so I'd rather be respectful than obey!"

"You, bastard, ah!"

Mo Wuya was so angry that he almost vomited blood and felt extremely crazy.

Soon, under Bai's protection, Lin Xiao shuttled around at the bottom of the cliff at will. There was only one area where the residual consciousness was floating. After a while, all the residual consciousness of the mountain mood was destroyed by Lin Xiao.

At this moment, Mo Wuya sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and rested, thinking that he would not see anything, so as not to be unable to suppress his anger when he saw Lin Xiao destroying the artistic conception of the mountains in front of him.

However, judging from the muscles on his face that kept twitching, he was still far from being able to remain calm.

At this moment, the blood ghost bats saw that they could not break through Mo Wuya's magic weapon, and they left one after another, and the number of blood ghost bats nearby became fewer and fewer.

"Beast, soon, your death will come!"

Mo Wuya's eyes were murderous and cold, waiting for all the blood ghost bats to leave.