There was a hiss.

    There is a drop of aqua regicide, flying from a dead corner behind, sticking to Mo Yan''s clothes.

    It turned out that the whole row of water in front of him Jing was just a cover up. He Jing''s real goal was just a drop of opportunity in the corner!

    "You''re done."

    He Jing showed a satisfied smile, as if he had already won, "everything will be corroded!"

    Mo Yan picks eyebrows.

    Corrosion?

    He lowered his head and looked at the place where he had been contaminated by shenzaye. There was no difference except that he fainted and opened a small piece of water vapor.

    Oh, no, there are.

    Those green liquid through the clothes, penetrated to the surface of the skin, a little itchy.

    But beyond that, there''s nothing else strange.

    "Is that what you''re proud of?"

    Mo Yan thinks that the current situation can be described in four words: Mom''s mental retardation.

    He Jing changes color and stares at Mo Yan in disbelief: "how is it possible? Why doesn''t spirit killing liquid work for you? Aren''t you zitianjing Shangjing? "

    If you don''t know the details, you won''t take it seriously.

    Because it smells fresh and does not appear corrosive, it is like the perfume used by women in the boudoir.

    But actually, it''s not that simple.

    The reason why it''s named as killing spirit liquid is that as long as it touches the skin of the martial arts practitioner, even a little bit of it will immediately penetrate into the flesh and blood and erode the other''s cultivation, which is very insidious.

    This is the reason why many families of ocean going families are not ashamed of which family, but still dare not annex it.

    But now, killing spirit liquid is useless to Mo Yan?

    He Jing was confused. "All the accomplishments above and below the purple heaven realm can''t escape the erosion of the killing spirit liquid. Why, you..."

    Is this man named Mo Yan in front of me, he?!

    Mo Yan''s Indifference: "purple sky, Shangjing? Ha ha. "

    He just covered up his true cultivation.

    As early as a few days ago, he stepped into the peak of the purple sky, only one step short of breaking into the sky.

    Oh.

    It''s an insult to use such a dirty trick.

    The elder of he family must teach him a profound lesson.

    He suddenly close to He Jing, instant hand, Eagle Claw general big hand, toward He Jing''s neck attack in the past.

    He Jing quickly uses his staff to resist.

    He Jing''s side is light blue, and Mo Yan''s side is pale blue. They collide fiercely.

    Mars hit the earth!

    At the beginning, He Jing''s light blue air prevailed. After all, on the surface, his cultivation level was higher and his spiritual power was deeper.

    But gradually, Mo Yan''s ink flow began to devour He Jing''s power, and both sides became equal.

    The phagocytosis continues.

    Finally, when he Jing''s light blue air flow was swallowed about one third, Mo Yan made a great effort and directly impacted He Jing''s body.

    "Boom!"

    There was a loud noise.

    He Jing''s body, heavily fell on the ground, smashed out a big hole.

    He looks painful, this fall is not light, there is blood escaping from the corner of his lips, it is obvious that it hurt his heart.

    There was an uproar.

    In particular, the people of he''s family showed their anger and disbelief one by one.

    In their hearts, the great elder is an extremely noble existence, close to that of the gods.