Mojin stripped off the black sarcomas, revealing a strong body covered with white bone scales covering most of its skin. Eight? One Chinese? W≤W≥W≥. ≈8≈1≤Z=W≈. ≈C≥OM

On his arms, shoulders, knees, and even the front chest and back, a lot of sharp bone blades were sticking out, compared with the thick and sharp arms on his arms.

The structure of these bones is surrounded by black lines, which is obviously the result of the black mist entering the body, and these lines form a pattern of a wolf head on the entire body of Mojin. From Ye Zhongming, it seems that it can be Seeing a pair of wolf eyes on the chest, it was fierce and bloody.

The crescent-shaped scar at the mouth of the heart, like the scar on the head of the same wolf, was inserted diagonally from the ear side above the wolf's face, adding a bit more cruelty.

Even if Yan Wangshu didn't say, Ye Zhongming now knows what the energy that makes it sick is this blood-red strip of meat!

Ye Zhongming could easily feel the existence that made him extremely uncomfortable from above, as if this fleshy scar had life and was a natural enemy of humanity.

Just now, is this thing called the Magic Mark, right?

Ye Zhongming thought hard about it, hoping that there was this thing in the memory of the previous life, but unfortunately, he could not remember anything.

"Don't waste your time guessing, you will never understand where my power comes from." Mo Jin moved his body, the bone scales collided with each other, and there was a piercing friction sound, but he seemed to like this sound completely. I was immersed in it.

"It is undeniable that you are strong. If it weren't for getting the magic marks, I might have to look up to you all my life. Not only can I not feel vengeful for you, but I can even bow down to you when necessary to save my life. ."

Perhaps it was Mojin who felt that everything was under control. He was still talking to Ye Zhongming as he stretched his bone scales.

Ye Zhongming didn't move, just listened. He understood this behavior. In psychology, when the final victory is about to come, people will always have a kind of confession**, especially for the enemy, as if this is physical and psychological. The double destruction can bring the same.

Of course, what the victor said at this time is usually true.

While paying attention to the battle between Xia Lei and Qinghua, Ye Zhongming listened to the last words of Mojin before he started.

"But I met someone who could give me strength. He was so powerful that he could even make others equally powerful."

With that said, Mojin instinctively touched the red strip of meat.

Ye Zhongming knew that the so-called empowerment of others should be related to this flesh. This thing is obviously not an organ in Mojin himself.

"Originally, I can only surrender to him, because only he has the ability to upgrade the magic marks. The black ink marks of the first level have already revived my limbs and restored my strength to the peak. At that time, I couldn't help but imagine What happens to me when I move to the next level, which is the red mark."

"Now, I finally realize it."

"You know, in the presence of ink marks, the evolution level is no longer important, because this power is the existence of the Roulette! Just like you now, you are a seven-star evolutionist, and I am only a six-star, but you are still not me Opponent."

Mo Jin's words didn't finish, Ye Zhongming suddenly moved, he was just like the magic gold just now, his body retreated back to the corner he had turned before!

The magic gold that is mad about his power is like a crowing rooster pinched by his neck, and the next sentence is swallowed back into his stomach. This feeling is even more uncomfortable than being punched.

He roared, and a spit of gas spit out of the bone scales, making him almost chase after a shadow.

But the next second, with a gunshot, Mo Jin was beaten back again. A blood hole with a diameter of a few centimeters appeared on his chest, and a lot of blood was flowing inside!

The bone scales originally laid there did not block Ye Zhongming's bullet.

The disappeared Ye Zhongming appeared again in front of Mojin, but in his hand, he was holding a dancing sand that was no longer blue, nor a sniper rifle that had just been stimulated once, but a crystal energy bullet gun.

The magic gold retreat is to devour the magic marks on the two off-hands he left in this passage, which allows him to complete the evolution of the magic marks and gain more powerful power.

Ye Zhongming retreated just to make a sharper attack.

He used the earth's shock to deter the armor-piercing gun's parabolic attack ability. On the other side of the corner, he shot at the magic gold throne that would certainly chase him.

The bullets that can be turned are not legends for some gunman professionals. Many people can do it, but in the case of less than two years after the beginning of the end time, many people are not used to it when the firearms have fallen. Taking this situation into consideration still retains the inertia left in peacetime.

The same is true for Mojin, who was unprepared and the result was a shot.

It's just that Ye Zhongming's shot is entirely based on the feeling of shooting. It's very good to be able to hit the target, but the specific part can't be grasped, so it didn't hit the heart and head.

But even so, still let Mojin fly backwards and hit the wall, and Ye Zhongming, who re-rushed from the corner, the muzzle of the Jingneng magic bullet gun, almost already on the body of Mojin.

The muzzle spewed out an attack with dark energy, which was printed on the magic gold one after another. Ye Zhongming could clearly see those bone scales cut into fragments under his weapon.

This time, he found an accurate target-that red mark.

Mojin shouted miserably.

Everything looks like this is over.

Ye Zhongming retreated dexterously before the arrival of Mojin's counterattack, Wusha reappeared, and once again waved the Ten Thousand Body Sword.

Because he saw Mo Jin's scream, but with a smiling face.

The knife light cut down, but Ye Zhongming's look changed greatly. On the side of his body, he avoided a punch from Mojin, and then kicked out with his left foot. When the knife is pulled hard, the blade rubs against the bones, and there is that kind of noisy sound in the corridor.

Mojin had just used one hand to hold the Ten Thousand Body Knife! At the same time, he counterattacked. If it weren't for Ye Zhongming's quick response, he was seriously injured at this time.

Wusha was withdrawn and the two separated.

Although this series of counterattacks Ye Zhongming was not injured, but really realized the power of the magic gold in this state, even the strength is no less than his seven-star evolution.

Even the red magic mark is not his fatal weakness, but his strong point. Under the attack of the crystal energy bullet gun, he is safe and sound!

"Dark power, it's a tonic to me." Mo Jin smiled, the broken scales on his body, and the palm of his hand that was cut off in half with his bare hands, almost healed!

"Seven Star Evolutionr, but that's it!" Mo Jin grinned cruelly, and the bone blades on his hands began to move and rotate. In an instant, his two fists turned into high meat grinders, hitting Ye Zhongming with his head. Come.