Chapter 371 Killing the Soul of Rakshasa

Li Xiaoming let out an astonishing sigh.

Jin Chengan next to him looked confused, "What's going on? You said that, but I see your expression is very happy, you don't, something is wrong."

Li Xiaoming said: "It's nothing, don't worry about it. It would be nice if the aesthetics of this thing were higher. Let's get rid of this disgusting thing now."

"Mind control!"

The Dreamer's skills are simple and clear, and all intelligent creatures will be controlled by it.

Especially for someone with a very powerful soul like Li Xiaoming, in addition to not being able to control stones, basically anyone with a low level will be affected.

The Rakshasa ghost felt something was wrong and wanted to run away, but his feet seemed to be fixed to death and could not move even half an inch.

He roared and forcibly broke through his mental control. The energy nodes on his body frequently flashed with light. If he was not careful, he might explode and die.

Bai Jing seized the opportunity and knocked the opponent away with an uppercut.

"Meteor Strike!"

The left hand is covered with lens-like energy fragments, shining with bright light. When combined together, they pierce directly towards the opponent.

The Rakshasa ghost reacted quickly and put his hands on his chest to avoid having his body cut in two.

After the Rakshasa ghost landed, he rushed forward suddenly, his hands turning into two afterimages, so fast that they were almost invisible.

Bai Jing raised his shield, seized the opportunity, and flipped the shield on the spot, knocking the opponent away.

Mo Yue also rushed over, and the two knives in his hands made a beautiful dance. The next second, they appeared behind the opponent from the shadow world, and the two blades intertwined.

When it hit the opponent's skin, there was a sound of steel clashing.

Chu Moyue stepped aside and looked at the dagger in her hand with some confusion, wondering if it was rusty and too blunt, but it didn't even leave a wound.

The big black Hanzhak raised the rocket launcher sent by Chengan, aimed at the opponent, and pressed the button.

The Rakshasa ghost was directly blasted into the sky in a burst of flames and explosions. The helmet on his face was shattered, revealing sunken eyes with green light. Just one peek at that ugly face would give rise to nightmares. .

His skin was burned and swollen, but he still stood up tenaciously and started to attack everyone again.

"No way, this is too meaty, let me try it!"

Chengan frowned, shouted, and swung the rusty sword towards the opponent.

Wherever the sword blade passes, tigers and tigers generate wind!

The Rakshasa ghost, which had been hit by a missile before, also had to move out of the way, seeming to be afraid of the rusty thing.

Jin Chengan had to admit that he underestimated the opponent. This ghost was wearing shackles and had a skinny body. However, he did not expect that the movement speed and defense were too high. He swung his sword several times and failed to hit the opponent.

Chengan suddenly stuck his sword on the ground, and a strong wind centered on the sword body, pulling it to the nearby area and continuously gathering objects.

"Come here!"

The Rakshasa ghost was made unstable by this sudden move. Chengan took advantage of this opportunity and slashed 360 degrees with one move, then whirled and slashed!

Only a "ding" sound was heard.

The Rakshasa Ghost's right hand was slashed to the ground. He forcibly resisted the attack with his right hand, and then quickly retreated.

The Rakshasa ghost didn't seem to feel pain. After his arm was cut off, his stability was only slightly weakened, and the bleeding wound began to heal and scab.

He opened his mouth and blew out black smoke toward everyone.

This black smoke smelled extremely foul from a distance, like stuffing rotten eggs into the toilet and letting them smoke for three months.

"Holy shit, what the hell? This stinks too much."

"Ugh, it seems to be poisonous."

"Get away and kill him!"

Just when everyone felt helpless.

"Judgment, the current state is lifted."

Hu Nuo took out a piece of yellow paper from her small bag, and then the paper spontaneously ignited. As she said these words, the Rakshasa ghost suddenly stopped moving.

The Rakshasa ghost immediately realized that something was wrong, but it was already too late.

At some point, an invisible barrier suddenly appeared in the air, blocking his way, and then there was a muffled thunder rolling in the sky, and thunderbolts exploded.

"Thunder spell!"

Hu Nuo practiced an unknown spell in his mouth and threw forward a talisman full of thunder and lightning.

Five seconds later, the thunder descended, like a world-destroying demon.

Dazzling and violent thunder and lightning continued to sweep the area in front, directly destroying the place where the Rakshasa ghost stood. The ground was burned black and the land was overturned.

This move was so powerful that everyone was stunned. Fortunately, the delay time of the skill was too long, otherwise it would be difficult to restrain it.

But after the dust cleared, everyone found that the Rakshasa ghost was still standing stubbornly in place.

"Isn't it right? A level 5 fighter will have to shed his skin after taking this move."

Jin Chengan praised: "The corpse puppet made by the cult really has two brushes."

Xing Jialuo asked doubtfully: "But he didn't have a brush in his hand."

"It's just a metaphor."

"What is a metaphor?"

"That's enough. Don't bother me at this time. He's coming soon."

…

Li Xiaoming walked out from behind Bai Jing and shouted angrily, "Stop!"

Rakshasa was once again unable to move and stopped. He began to struggle to move forward.

Li Xiaoming took over the subsequent control and used a move "Illusion. False."

At this moment, the Rakshasa ghost suddenly broke through the seal.

"Kill...kill!"

He grinned loudly, baring his sharp teeth, and jumped through the crowd, who seemed to become panicked and just stayed there waiting to die.

He swung his slender fingernails, killing everyone he touched, and for a while the squad howled.

The white flesh of the women was dyed bright red, and the men's throats were twisted out and their spines were torn out. One corpse after another fell to the ground, and only the powerful Rakshasa ghost stood on the corpses and let out arrogant laughter.

…

Xing Jialuo pulled Jin Chengan next to him and asked, "What's wrong with this thing?"

"Probably he was caught in an illusion or something like that. I didn't expect that his mental resistance was so low, and he was full of powerful killing intent. It should have been able to offset this control and other illusions, but he didn't expect that he was used instead. He is worthy of being a dream master. "

Everyone watched the Rakshasa ghost waving its claws in the air, jumping up and down, laughing and shouting, looking very funny.

Everyone seemed to have watched a free monkey show, so they just threw some fruits into it to give some rewards.

Of course, everyone is not a fool. Taking advantage of the time when the opponent was under control, Jin Chengan picked up the big sword and rushed over again, this time to chop off his head and heart together. Brother Zach took aim again with the rocket launcher.

Bai Jing stood guard on the side to prevent any accidents from happening and to cover the retreat of his teammates.

Chu Moyue was waiting quietly, with black shadows wrapped around her hands, as smooth as blades.

If her teammate misses this time, she will make up for the second hit.

Now is also the best time to swarm them, but to be on the safe side, kill the opponent at the minimum cost.

There's no way nine people will be exhausted after fighting this Rakshasa. What if they encounter a second Rakshasa again?

When the giant sword wielded by Cheng An was about to get close to the opponent, the Rakshasa ghost reacted and used his good left hand to skillfully use supernatural energy to transform into a sharp harpoon and throw it at him.

Chengan gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, directly splitting the energy, and continued to charge towards the opponent, raising the rusty sword in his hand high.

The blade of the sword doubled in length and slashed downwards, causing rocks to burst and soil to fly.

This move cut the opponent's heart open, and the Rakshasa ghost screamed, feeling the severe pain, and stumbled back, waking up from the hallucination.

At the moment when the heart was broken, everyone heard the cry of the baby, which seemed extremely sad and sharp.

He seemed to have fallen into a state of madness, bending backwards, and the blood flowing out of his broken heart soaked his whole body. The amount of bleeding was exaggerated, like a fountain, and even his broken arms quickly grew out.

Jin Chengan complained: "The situation is not right. Does this thing have a second form?"

Bai Jing didn't have time to think, and was about to step forward to interrupt him, but he didn't expect that black flowers appeared in the air around him, and exploded the moment he approached, blowing Bai Jing away.

Li Xiaoming shouted to the teammates around him:

"If you delay a little longer, I'll see if I can directly kill the opponent mentally."

"Then hurry up and we'll do our best."

Bai Jing burst out with powerful fighting spirit, forming a huge shield in front of the opponent, but as the opponent's attacks became more and more violent, the shield seemed to be broken.

Others also tried their best to delay the soul-burning monster's attack.

Li Xiaoming locked eyes with the other party and yelled, "Dameng Yanzhi!"

Once again, I used this skill that consumes a lot of Meng Yuan. In the past, it was useless after one shot, but now I can fire three shots in a row.

The sixth-level nightmare master's state has stabilized and he has gained more benefits than he imagined.

A tortured and inhuman mental state could not compete with Li Xiaoming.

Li Xiaoming's body closed its eyes, and his soul invaded the other person's spiritual world and wandered in the other person's mind.

Finally, a poor man was found who was being tortured by chains.

His appearance was blurred, and his hands and feet were nailed to the huge iron pillars with steel nails. The blood from the wounds on his body was constantly flowing out, and the iron pillars were burning red with flames.

This person has been enduring the torment of high temperatures and the pain caused by torture instruments. His soul has experienced countless years in this hell.

"Finally someone is here, kill me, please." The man begged weakly.

"Oh, if I had known this today, why bother in the first place?"

"I have been deceived. There is no so-called God at all, only demons, and no salvation. If I could go back to my parents again, I would definitely return to my parents and fulfill my filial piety, but it is too late. Please kill me. Me."

Only then did Li Xiaoming realize that it was not that he was too strong, but that the other party wanted to die too much, so he was able to quickly break through and find himself.

Now he is still trying his best to suppress Li Xiaoming from his mind.

"Hurry up, it's too late, He is calling me again, do it, it will be my last atonement, hurry up!"

He let out a deafening roar.

Li Xiaoming didn't waste any time. He closed his eyes and launched a Meng Yuan attack.

The power of Kuang Meng Yuan became violent, tearing at the opponent's soul, forming a whirlpool, killing the opponent's soul, and completely freeing the opponent.

Then the other party's spiritual world continued to sway, and a violent explosion occurred, and Li Xiaoming was driven out of the other party's spiritual world.

Opening his eyes, he looked at the fallen body and made sure that the other party would not be resurrected.

A sad expression appeared on his face. A fool who had been deceived became a tool of the evil god.

My body was tortured during my lifetime, my soul was tortured after my death, and now my soul is completely gone. It’s so miserable.