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Thousands of years ago, the demon world invaded the mysterious spirit world, and the night priest was the brains of the demon army at that time, acting as a military adviser.
It is powerful, proficient in innate gossip, and is good at the art of hating to win. It can predict the enemy's opportunity, and led the demon army and the ghost world to sweep half of the mysterious spirit world.
?As a result, the White Emperor turned out to turn the tide, defeated the coalition forces of ghosts and demons, destroyed the gate of the ghost world and the gate of the demon world, and completely sealed them.
The Priest of the Night has survived the chaos of war. Over the years, it has been lurking in the mysterious spirit world, secretly bewitching all forces of the human and monster races, enlisting people, intending to break the seal and reopen the gate of the demon world.
Some time ago, it spent a lot of money to calculate that the gate of the demon world was about to be reopened, so it hid in the ruins of the human-devil ancient battlefield, waiting for the opportunity.
The Priest of the Night firmly believes that as long as the gate of the demon 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 Jimo's whereabouts and directly attacked Jimo.
Originally thought that recapturing the tiger talisman was a matter of hand, but he did not expect to encounter a stubble.
"You're thinking about farting."
How could Jimo 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 frightened, so how could he be afraid of the other party's threat.
"You humble human being, do you think that the body is strong, so I can't do anything about you?"
The eyes of the Priest of the Dark Night glowed with a faint green light like fire, full of murderous aura.
Just now, the sneak attack from behind was ineffective, making it understand that Jimo was so powerful that he might not be able to do anything against him with physical attacks, but he was best at mental attacks.
Seeing that Jimo was so ignorant of current affairs, the Priest of the Night 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 spewed out like a volcano.
The spiritual and mysterious power surged into the sea, and the waves hit the sky, violently impacting Jimo's spiritual consciousness.
With this tactic, the Priest of the Night has successfully attacked and killed many masters, and even the superpowers of the ninth level of the Immortal Realm have suffered a lot from it, and his will was almost wiped out by him.
It has to be said that Priest of the Dark Night's mental power is really extremely powerful. As soon as he used his supernatural powers, the surrounding Yu family monks were still affected even though they were separated by a long distance. He 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, almost showing 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 him, blocking Ning Wenjing's front.
His body was as towering 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 that your mental power is stronger than mine."
The Priest of the Night roared, his spirit was agitated, his vertical eyes burst out with black awns, and countless runes were intertwined, and even more vast spiritual shocks came like waves, wave after wave.
The monks of the Yu family couldn't take it anymore, blood oozed from their mouths and noses, and they 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."
Jimo couldn't feel the mental impact of the other party 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 blink his eyelids, and he 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 Jimo's fingers poking at his vertical eyes.
"Hmph, naive, how can this avatar of this seat be afraid of your eyes."
The Priest of the Night was very calm and did not panic at all.
But then, it let out a scream, and Jimo's finger had accurately poked into its vertical eye.
There was no flesh and blood flying around, and there was no gushing of blood, but the body of the night priest was like porcelain, with dense cracks appearing.
Its expression twisted, and it roared: "You just wait for me, this seat will definitely make you die badly."
After finishing 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 a trick of the gods."
Jimo said disdainfully.
He has dabbled in the orthodox Taoist five arts of metaphysics, so he naturally looks down on such heretical tricks.
"Mr. Ji is amazing for destroying the night priest's avatar with one finger!"
The proprietress in the distance was full of admiration, looking at Ji Mo with a strange brilliance in her eyes.
Huanggu Soul Eater 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 Jimo.
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 Ancient Human Demon Battlefield.
A figure in a black cloak beat his chest and stomped his feet, roaring upwards.
His body showed that he was shrouded in a cloud of gray mist, his true face was invisible, and he looked extremely mysterious. It was the night priest's body.
It can be vaguely seen that there is blue blood flowing out of its forehead, and the blood drips 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 injure the main body of this seat through the separation/body."
The Priest of the Night gritted his teeth, filled with anger, his eyes were red.
This is the first time it has encountered such a situation, and the other party's mysterious techniques are 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 state of perfection. It is impossible to believe that a human being is even more powerful than itself.
"I can also hurt people in the air, and the means are thousands of times stronger than yours."
The night priest was full of rage 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 Jimo, then bit its fingertips, squeezed out blue blood, and smeared mysterious runes 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 wooden figurine in his hand. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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