"You…you…"
The man looked at Abel in disbelief, not knowing what to say.
At this moment, Abel let go of the man and said, "Take me there…"
The man hesitated for a moment, and finally led Abel towards the thin old man.
Seeing Abel and the man walking towards him, the thin old man's face suddenly changed, "Moeo Vushim, what are you doing? Why don't you kill him?" The man didn't speak, and the expression on his face was complicated. Incomparable.
But Abel looked at the thin old man and said, "You demon cultivator, you don't need to find a place to hide, but you still dare to appear blatantly?"
When the thin old man heard Abel reveal his identity, he immediately understood Moeo Vushim betrayed herself, so she no longer hid herself, and there were streaks of black energy emanating from her body, which was obviously some kind of magic skill she had cultivated.
"Moeo Vushim, you dare to expose the old man's identity, do you know the consequences?"
the thin old man asked.
Moeo Vushim gritted her teeth, and suddenly raised her head and said, "I know the consequences, but even if I die, I won't be helping the evildoers. I will help you hide the evil energy on your body along the way, but how many people have you killed?" "The worst thing is to
die , I won't refine the elixir for you to hide the evil energy, you can kill or cut whatever you want!"
Moeo Vushim also Strimat all out, and yelled at the thin old man.
"Okay, since you are not afraid of death, then I will help you. Do you think that a mere second-grade monk in the physical fitness state can save you?" The thin old man said, and with a movement of his fingers, black breaths came from Moeo Paul
. Frupine came out, Moeo Vushim screamed, fell to the ground and twitched continuously.
"Little brother, kill me, kill me, don't let me be tortured."
Moeo Vushim looked at Abel and said.
Abel frowned slightly, then stepped forward and grabbed Moeo Vushim's wrist.
A burst of spiritual power penetrated into Moeo Vushim's body, and Abel realized that Moeo Vushim's body was filled with a stream of devilish energy. At this moment, the devil's energy was rampaging through Moeo Vushim's body, causing Moeo Vushim to suffer terribly.
"Don't worry, with me here, you won't die…"
After Abel finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and tapped Moeo Vushim's body a few times, and immediately above Moeo Vushim's head, a swirling black mist kept emerging .
But Abel suddenly exerted more force, and all the black mist was sucked into Abel's body.
It only took a moment for Moeo Vushim's demon energy to disappear, and Abel sucked it into his body.
Seeing this scene, Moeo Vushim was dumbfounded.
"Little brother, what are you… What are you doing? If you are contaminated with devilish energy, your life will be worse than death."
Moeo Vushim didn't understand why Abel sucked that devilish energy into her body.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Abel smiled, and then looked at the thin old man.
The thin old man looked at Abel with surprise on his face, "Who the hell are you? How dare you inhale my devilish energy?" "
You don't care who I am. You still have time to go now. Pharmacists know, so I don't want you to cause damage."
"Besides, I don't care if you are a demon, beast or human, as long as you don't provoke me, I don't bother to talk to you."
Abel waved his hand at the thin old man.
The thin old man was dumbfounded. He looked at Abel up and down. He couldn't believe that Abel, a monk of the second rank of the Composite Body Realm, dared to speak to him in such a tone.
How can I say that I am also the strength of the 6th rank of the Fit Body Realm? With such a gap in strength, I can slap the opponent to death with a single slap.
Now the thin old man doesn't even know where Abel's confidence comes from.
Even Moeo Vushim at the side was puzzled. Although Abel's strength might indeed be higher than his performance, a second-grade monk in the Composite Body Realm had no chance of winning against a 6th-grade Composite Body Realm monk.
To be continued....
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