This is Ouyang Jing's first encounter with a hostile reincarnation man, and it is also the first time he has been an enemy of a magician.

He dared not be careless about the spell caster who is known for his strange means and powerful lethality. He focused 70% on the black-robed mage.

Therefore, as soon as the black-robed mage took action, he had reacted instantly. He pressed his thumb and shot out the blood-transforming sword without hesitation, splitting it into nine, facing the dissociation rays.

As for the quicksand under his feet that had trapped his feet in, he didn't care at all. He only used the Bodhisattva's method of destroying the mind. A raging fire burst out from the Yongquan acupoint of his feet. Like a rocket erupting, it pushed his body into the sky and simply got rid of the shackles of the quicksand.

After getting rid of the quicksand and soaring into the air, Ouyang Jing's fire erupted constantly, and he seemed like an Iron Man wearing an iron suit. He used the power of the fire to erupt and hovered in the air.

At this time, the nine sword auras split into nine had already collided with the dissociation rays.

Three of the rays were slashed by the sword aura and annihilated in an instant. The other four dissociation rays were destroyed at the same time as the four sword auras.

The remaining five sword auras locked in the aura of the black-robed mage and slashed towards her.

The black-robed mage smiled, and his staff was slammed. Dozens of black tentacles suddenly rushed up from the ground in front of him, like a group of black pythons, dancing wildly towards the five sword auras.

The sword aura slashed into the tentacles, and a dense hissing sound rang out. In an instant, more than ten tentacles were cut off.

But those tentacles are not flesh and blood creatures, but are condensed with negative energy, and are not controlled by Ouyang Jing's only seventh-grade blood transformation sword. The Blood Transformation God Sword must advance to the fourth-grade realm before it can kill ghosts, souls, and even all forms of energy.

Therefore, even if those black tentacles are cut off by the sword aura, they can regenerate quickly and continue to entangle the sword aura.

For a moment, the five sword auras were entangled by the cluster of black tentacles and could not get rid of them.

At the same time, Su Meng saw Ouyang Jing get rid of the quicksand and float in the air. His hands pressed on the ground suddenly lifted upwards. The quicksand on the ground soared into the sky, like a yellow sand curtain, wrapping towards Ouyang Jing.

Ouyang Jing snorted coldly, pointed to a knife, slashed down, and the trained sword aura came out, snuggled, and cut the yellow sand curtain into two pieces. The sword aura continued to sweep away, and then swept towards Su Meng.

Su Meng knew it was amazing and didn't bother to attack Ouyang Jing. The gourd on her back spewed out of the gourd, condensed into a round sand ball, wrapping herself tightly inside.

Puff! The sword slashed the middle sand ball, slashing the harder and more steel sand balls into a deep crack.

Ouyang Jing's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he was about to use another sword to slash through the crack, killing Su Meng first with one go.

But before Dao Gang could take action, the black-robed mage suddenly took a deep breath.

When she inhale, her head is full of long hair, and she will automatically be free of wind. As her long hair dances, she opens her mouth and screams.

Amid the screaming sound, a translucent pale ghost suddenly appeared behind her.

The pale ghost looked like a woman, with disheveled hair and a hideous face.

When the black-robed mage roared, the pale ghost also opened his fangs and let out a shrill howl.

Banshee's Howling!

A spiritual impact that hits the soul came out of the pale ghost's mouth and swept towards Ouyang Jing like a storm.

Before the mental impact arrived, the shrill scream like a knife scraping the glass had already rushed into Ouyang Jing's ears.

Ouyang Jing's scalp tightened and his chest was tight and he was about to vomit. Before he could get rid of the uncomfortable feeling, the mental impact had already arrived.

Ouyang Jing endured the discomfort and tried his best to operate the triple defense.

But the spiritual attack that hit the soul actually ignored his protective energy and regarded the black and white protective energy of his outermost layer as nothing, directly impacting the five-color scales in the middle layer.

Fortunately, the five-color scales are most comprehensive in defense, and they can defend whether they are physical attacks, energy attacks, or mental impacts. Finally, the spiritual impact that is directly aimed at the soul and can blow out the soul has been removed from some of its power.

Then, the mental impact broke through Ouyang Jing's golden body defense line, and even broke through the ultimate domineering body, and rushed straight into Ouyang Jing's mind.

Um...

Ouyang Jing felt a split headache, as if an invisible hand was stirring his brain, making him unable to help but hold his head with both hands and make an unbearable pain. The eyes, ears, mouth and nose were bleeding at the same time.

But he was not dead!

The howl of the magical banshee at level nine failed to destroy his soul!

As the young owner of Baituo Villa, who dominates the Western Regions, Ouyang Jing could have done whatever he wants, but he could endure loneliness and practice hard for twenty years. His soul will has long been sharpened as iron as steel.

After entering the reincarnation space, the ancient god body was strengthened, further enhancing his soul essence.

After that, every time the ancient Shinto body was raised, his soul rose and rose. And in the repeated courageous struggles, his soul became more and more crystal clear and dazzling like diamonds that had been polished repeatedly.

Until now, although he has not specialized in martial arts and magic to improve his soul, and has only practiced the method of changing the sky and hitting the earth to improve his mental power, his soul will is already indestructible!

If he could always stick to his original intention, be brave and diligent, and work hard, his soul will one day will be completely transformed and become the "Magic Spirit". And that day is not far away!

"It's so powerful..."

Ouyang Jing shook his head heavily, put down his hands holding his head, raised his blood-stained face, and smiled at the black-robed mage: "The howling of the Banshee... is your strongest method?"

The black-robed mage widened his eyes and looked at Ouyang Jing like a ghost, saying in a lost voice: "How is it possible? If you were hit by the banshee's howl, even if you don't die, you will still be half-dead. How could you..."

How could he still be so lively?

Although his blood bleeds in his seven orifices looked very terrifying, how could his aura not be weak at all and remain at its peak?

"because……"

Ouyang Jing shot fire violently in the foot, and rushed towards the black-robed mage like a rocket: "I am..."

He raised his hand and clenched his fist, pulled his arm back with all his strength, and pulled an invisible bow, laughing loudly: "Immortal body!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed to the black-robed mage, wrapped in a blazing fire, exploding the air, like a flame meteor, hitting the black-robed mage.

ah!

The black-robed mage screamed, and pushed the staff, and a translucent force field wall blocked Ouyang Jing's Fiery Fist.

Bang!

The fist hit the force field wall. The force field wall that was enough to withstand a RPG bombardment had exploded without even half a breath. Ouyang Jing's fist rushed in and blasted wildly.

The black-robed mage's body was covered with a layer of "offset force field", which could have shifted the attack that hit her to the side.

But this offset force field could not block Ouyang Jing's fist at all, and it instantly made a breakthrough. Ouyang Jing's fist slammed firmly on the exquisite and beautiful face of the black-robed mage!
Chapter completed!