Swallowing the source.

This is a much more domineering ability than the source of the transformation. When the black face opened with a huge mouth, the source power of Roger and the four of them was discharged from their bodies and flowed outwards towards the face.

Roger immediately displayed the priest's holy light, but his face was then covered with a layer of blood essence, and even the illuminated holy light could not do anything to it.

It's over.

Ying and Yuan thought to himself.

They have no advantage in their faces. After the appearance of that face, their strength will increase and decrease. Within half an hour, everyone's source power will be exhausted.

And they have strong enemies in front and high walls behind them, which is a desperate situation where there is no way out for advance and retreat.

"Retreat behind me," Roger said.

Without hesitation, the three of them retreated behind him in a flash.

I don’t know whether it was because of the cloak or Roger’s control over the source power was perfect. Although his source power continued to pass, it was obviously much better than Ying and the other two.

The source power of Ying and the other two was more than three times faster than that of him.

Although the source power did not pass quickly, Roger became anxious. As his fingers swung, the Death God's sickle broke through the air and slashed at Meng Tong. Ying and Yuan were only ten steps behind him. The two of them attacked the same distance, far away from that face, but this did not affect their fucking.

The female punishment, plague, white dove, flying bird, death sickle, and the three puppet masters were used again.

But this time Meng Tong just smiled, grabbed the flying sickle with one hand, and then raised his hand and punched the female Xing.

"Peng",

The sound of explosion rang out immediately, and the female killer was smashed to pieces by Meng Tong before it even came out.

The kiln's expression instantly solidified.

Meng Tong smiled, letting the scorching flames of the white pigeon and the flying birds cover their bodies and extinguished under the flowing blood essence. He smiled and said, "It's so fragile, if you destroy your puppet, you have no choice."

He stretched out his left hand, hooking his five fingers as if he was plucking the strings. But then the few people saw the blood flowing quickly along the invisible lines to Ying and Yuan.

Just now, the five fingers were hooking the puppet line, and the two of them were in their hearts, but it was too late, and the puppet line disappeared wherever the blood essence passed.

The plague, the white doves, and the birds all escaped from control and were then destroyed in the scattered blood.

"KaKaKa",

Yuan watched his plague be squeezed and twisted by blood sperm until it collapsed, but he was powerless.

"You have some low-level corpse puppets left." Meng Tong looked at Yuan and smiled, then his eyes turned to Ying.

"Although your paper puppet is endless, can such an attack hurt me?"

Until now, his emotions have almost no fluctuations, and his blood and sperm are still strong, and his tone has not changed.

"It is said that puppet masters are the most terrifying profession in history, but you are not strong enough."

He suddenly pulled, and Roger was pulled over. His five fingers were hooked up, and his blood light burst out, and he had a claw in his head.

Roger's eyes turned cold, the source power attached to the silver shield, and the blade opened. He ignored Meng Tong's five claws pressed and spun the silver shield with one hand to Meng Tong's neck. He reached out with the other hand and held the Death Scythe sickle and blocked Meng Tong's waist.

"Peng",

Meng Tong's claws were the first to cover Roger's heavenly spirit. You could clearly see the blood essence spreading above his head like ripples. Such a huge force might even be killed on the spot even if an ordinary super expert was afraid of dying. But Roger just shook his body under the defense of the God of Death Cloak, and then handed out the silver shield with one hand and pulled the sickle back with the other.

The vineyard passed by, and two blood lines immediately flew up.

Drips of blood flowed from the silver shield, Meng Tong's neck was almost half broken, and his waist was completely separated from his lower body.

Blood also flowed down from the corner of Roger's mouth. Even if there was a defense of the Death Cloak Meng Tong's claw just now, it would be unpleasant.

"You still can't kill me," Meng Tong smiled.

The wound on his neck recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the cut off waist was also quickly connected.

Roger said: "It's just a man-made lower creature based on blood essence."

Lower creatures.

I don’t know if these four words hit Meng Tong’s heart sore, but the smile on his face suddenly became strange.

"Boom",

Blood light burst out on his body, knocking Roger away, but before Roger could fly away, he had already bullied himself.

"You are the lower creatures",

"Peng",

Another heavy punch hit Roger's silver shield. Roger's body fell in the air and his feet stomped the two floors to pieces.

The continuous huge force was pressing down, and Roger could not bear it even if he had the death cloak, and blood kept overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

But he raised his head and sneered at Meng Tong who was already angry above, and laughed and said, "What, did you poke your pain? But that's the truth. Even the monsters on the fourth level are nobler than you."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up."

Meng Tong was furious, his eyes widened, and his fists suddenly fell down. Before the fist could reach its peak, the amazing power had already hit him.

Roger laughed and rushed out.

Another loud bang on the ground, Meng Tong was furious, and his punch fell into vain, and he immediately pursued his feet as soon as he stepped on his feet.

"Sad or not? It's a pity that it's all futile. What is the most perfect artificial creature? It's just that it uses the blood essence to imitate the abilities of the source magician. Without those, you're just a waste."

"roar",

After saying the word "waste", a roar behind him immediately rang out.

The furious Meng Tong turned his head in shock.

I saw that there was a sea of ​​fire above the rear, and countless white doves and birds were connected together. The face roared angrily in the flames and twisted. Under the scorching flames, its phantom became fainter and fainter.

"Hmph, can my puppet hurt you?"

Ying sneered and looked at Meng Tong, and saw his face twisted by anger, the resentment in her heart was wiped out.

"We are not strong enough, but we are enough to kill you."

Yuan hangs out another female punishment and smiles: "You must not know that almost all puppet masters have their own backup puppets."

"How is that possible",

Surprised, shocked, unbelievable, all kinds of emotions appeared on Meng Tong's face. Although he was angry just now, he had been paying attention to the situation of the battle. It was impossible for Ying and Yuan to not even notice the sneak attack on the magic face.

Roger sneered: "It's an illusion. That face has been screaming for more than a minute, but your hearing and vision are blinded by the Sith's illusion."

"Don't you look down on illusion and puppet technique, do we make you convinced today?"

Because he was blinded by illusion, Ying and Yuan had never left his sight when Meng Tong fought with Roger just now.

But in fact, the battle situation has completely reversed in just a short moment of his illusion. From absolute advantage to complete failure, it only takes this short minute.

Facing a puppet master is enough to make people scared, but he dares to look down on three top puppet masters. Failure is already destined. It is not to be continued.
Chapter completed!