Chapter 992

Let the profound beast crystal nucleus in this eagle-faced beast benefit her poor little white squirrel!

With a flick of Qiao Mu's eyes, a faint light flashed by.

The absorbed profound force in his hand instantly sucked the eagle-faced mysterious beast caught off guard in the lightning shield to his feet.

"Ow!" The eagle-faced beast roared angrily, just about to raise its wings to pat it.

The little monk, who had been silently pinching the Buddha's hand, quickly stretched out his small palm and swung it, and a golden "卍" character slammed directly on the forehead of the eagle-faced beast that was fighting fiercely.

There was a loud "bang", and the poor eagle-faced beast was crushed to the ground by the "卍" imprint.

Qingluan flew up in a hurry, and without any explanation, he gave the eagle face two swords.

"Leave its head." Qiao Mu reminded slightly anxiously, and Qingluan stopped her hand, and brought the Gryphon, which was only breathing, over.

Qiao Mu had no expression on his face, and with a flicker of the frightening dagger in his hand, he directly cut open the big head of the eagle-faced beast, and cut out a red crystal nucleus from it.

This profound beast crystal nucleus was more ruddy and splendid than any crystal nucleus she had seen before, like a ruby, emitting light in her hand.

The darker the color of the crystal nucleus, the higher the level of the mysterious beast. This crystal nucleus is enough to equal a hundred ordinary tenth-level mysterious beast crystal nucleus.

Qiao Mu was in a better mood, and directly put this mysterious beast crystal core into the inner world first.

As for the old Taoist who was still inside the thunder shield, he was furious, watching helplessly as his profound beast had his brain cut open to take out the crystal nucleus.

It is impossible to react by breaking through the thunder cover.

His profound beast is completely dead!

The death of a mysterious beast is bound to bite back at its master, and this time the old man was seriously injured...

He was anxious, angry and resentful, a mouthful of old blood spewed out in an instant, and his face was as white as gold paper in an instant.

"Ah!!" the old man roared angrily.

It never occurred to him that he would encounter such a catastrophe just by taking action against a little village girl himself.

Did he underestimate the enemy, or did the opponent grow too strong?

The claws of the evil beast on Lao Dao's chest desperately scratched at the translucent cover, trying to tear off the lightning cover and let him out.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Mu poured another burst of profound power into the lightning shield.

At this time, she had simultaneously drawn out the profound energy from the three branch veins and injected them directly.

In an instant, the entire small spiritual domain was filled with light intertwined with thunder and lightning, and there was no room for anyone to fight back.

The thunder light gathered in the field was in the shape of a well, cutting straight towards the old way.

Really cut it!

The old Taoist saw that a piece of flesh and blood on his shoulder had been sliced ​​clean by Lei Guang, so he dared to be careless.

He used the spiritual armor to protect his heart and chest, and filled his whole body with profound energy, and roared loudly!

The blue Taoist robes all over his body were blown up by waves of profound energy, forming a barrier to resist the overwhelming intertwined lightning in the small spiritual domain.

It's just that he was already injured because of the mysterious beast's backlash.

At this time, a large amount of profound energy was expended to defend against the thunder light, and it could be resisted for a while, but not for a lifetime.

If things go on like this, he will definitely be killed by this piece of lightning.

So he was anxious and embarrassed, he intensified the movement of the sharp claws on his chest, scratching and patting fiercely to damage the lightning shield.

But is the spirit weapon so easy to damage?

If it is destroyed in just a few strokes, it will not be called a spiritual weapon.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The old man described himself as extremely embarrassed, and a mouthful of blood foam sprayed out from his mouth.