I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 116 116. You are strong, but not strong enough!

Xia Feng's empty black eyes lit up with golden fragments, and Mu Qingtong's illusory spirit body suddenly thrust in front of his face, and after a while of distortion, it was about to be sucked into his eyes.

But Mu Qingtong did not give in so easily. Her spirit body twisted and disintegrated and then suddenly reunited. She kept holding on but could not get in.

After turning into a spirit body, Mu Qingtong's cheeks were a little illusory and translucent, but the expression on his face was still clearly visible, and there was a rare emotion of shame and annoyance in his eyes.

Although Xia Feng looked a little tired and looked at the pretty face of the woman close at hand with a calm gaze, the corners of his lips slowly curved up, and his eyes gradually became wild and stern:

"Miss Mu, I have to admit that you are indeed very strong, but you are not strong enough!"

"!!!" Mu Qingtong's pale gold pupils shrank, and Xia Feng's arrogant declaration was like a deafening hammer, hitting her heart hard.

She suddenly felt a little uncontrollable in breathing. It was true. This kind of person was really good at provoking and provoking her emotions!

But did he think he had won?

Mu Qingtong suppressed her rising emotions that increasingly wanted to conquer this kindred spirit, and quickly calmed herself down. She knew that understanding her kind, defeating her kind, and controlling her kind was the key! This series of processes will always encounter obstacles.

But it doesn't matter, Mr. Xia, you will surrender to me sooner or later! Mu Qingtong's eyes were dim, and he began to resist the absorption of the strange space with all his strength.

Seeing that the spirit body was still resisting, Xia Feng stopped paying attention to her. Instead, he pulled her body from his lap and held her in his arms.

The cold little face under the long silver hair is quiet, and the majestic gaze under the half-rimmed gold glasses is frozen at the moment. The delicate face is like a perfect doll, ready to be manipulated.

The corners of Xia Feng's lips curled up evilly, and he reached out to pat her sexy little face, but there was no response.

"what you do!"

A clear scolding sounded beside him, and the spirit body of the woman in black skirt glared at him.

Xia Feng raised his head to look at her, smiled slightly, and in front of the spirit body, he stretched out his index finger to touch her lower lip.

Mu Qingtong: "!!!"

Xia Feng clamped her chin, pinched and lifted it gently, and the red lips of her soulless body suddenly opened.

"Miss Mu, guess what I'm going to do next?" Xia Feng deliberately smiled evilly.

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Some unsightly images suddenly flashed through Mu Qingtong's mind, and she couldn't hold back, "Xia Feng! How dare you—"

Halfway through her words, she stopped abruptly because she saw Xia Feng forcefully stuffing a blueberry-like fruit between her red lips.

That's the spirit-injecting fruit!

Xia Feng raised his eyes and chuckled mockingly: "Why, what was Miss Mu thinking about just now?"

Mu Qingtong: "."

Really, really want to crush him! Mu Qingtong couldn't bear it anymore. If she didn't hit Xia Feng for a minute, she would feel uncomfortable all over!

"Why are you giving me this?" She said coldly and displeasedly, "I even said I don't need it anymore."

Compared to her who has a spiritual weapon, Xia Feng obviously needs the spiritual fruit more.

"You don't need it?" Xia Feng squinted, "You can't even beat me, so what qualifications do you have to say you don't need it?"

"!!!"

It’s hard, the fist is hard! Mu Qingtong said coldly: "The winner has not yet been decided, just wait."

"Oh." Xia Feng responded lightly, no longer paying attention to the spirit Qingtong, but looked down at the physical Qingtong.

The bright blue soul-injecting fruit was stuffed between her delicate red lips, but was not absorbed.

Xia Feng frowned slightly and stretched out his finger to poke inside. Suddenly, he felt the spirit-injection fruit turn into warm spiritual currents and melt in Mu Qingtong's mouth.

[Mu Qingtong takes a spirit-injecting fruit and absorbs it perfectly. Your mental power will increase by 3Soc. 】

[Current mental strength: (26+3) 29]

[Blessing of Suzaku Magic Armor: Temporarily enter the third level, gain 10Soc increase, temporarily have 39Soc]

Under normal circumstances, mental power will increase slightly as the amount of spiritual pressure increases, and will increase significantly as the spiritual pressure advances.

According to the statistics published by the empire, the mental power of ordinary people and trainee spiritual masters generally fluctuates between 1 and 5 Soc.

For first-level spiritual masters, it fluctuates between 10 and 20.

The second level floats between 20 and 30.

The third level is 30~40.

Starting from the fourth level, the life level will evolve, and the mental power will also jump significantly, usually fluctuating between 40 and 300.

The fifth level is 300~1000.

After eating the Spiritual Integration Fruit, coupled with the increase in the Suzaku Magic Armor, Xia Feng's mental power has now reached 39, which is close to the fourth level.

But even so, he couldn't resist Mu Qingtong's control of the spiritual weapon. It was estimated that even if he was the fourth level, he would be controlled by Mu Qingtong who was under the third level spiritual pressure for a few seconds.

This is obviously very unsafe. According to his experience, there are three skills in the alpha level spiritual weapon understanding stage.

Now Mu Qingtong only displays two skills: hypnosis and manipulation. Who knows what the third skill is.

Even after spiritual understanding there is a stage of holy understanding. You must know that holy understanding also has three skills.

However, it is very troublesome to obtain a holy solution. Xia Feng still doesn't know how to obtain a holy solution. It is estimated that Mu Qingtong does not have a holy solution either.

But to prepare for a rainy day, in order to prevent being tricked by this evil witch in the future, Xia Feng felt that it was imperative to enter the evil dragon space to improve his spiritual power!

The second stage of magic energy in the heart of the evil spirit is the touch of evil spirit, which can convert the absorbed evil spirit fluid into its own spiritual power.

Compared to searching for the rare and hard-to-find Spirit-Infused Fruit, it is obviously more cost-effective to devour the spiritual fluid in Miss Evil Dragon's body.

While he was thinking about it, the woman in black skirt lying on his lap once again lit up her eyebrows with purple light, and strange crystals with countless facets emerged from her eyebrows.

The moment the light swayed away, Xia Feng snorted. He found that the spiritual pressure in his body was suddenly blocked and sealed in his soul, unable to escape at all. He could not even provide the spiritual pressure to support the operation of the spiritual weapon.

Whoosh - the twisted and struggling spiritual body Qingtong suddenly returned to his physical body, and his stagnant expression suddenly became alive.

Her golden eyes were slightly annoyed and she bit her teeth hard.

Xia Feng's fingertips burst with blood. He groaned and bent over while jerking out his index finger, then quickly turned over and clasped her right wrist to press it under him.

The amethyst between Mu Qingtong's eyebrows seemed to have released a realm of silence. The spiritual pressure of Xia Feng in the realm, including Mu Qingtong himself, was all sealed.

Xia Feng couldn't help but wonder what the hell this thing was. It could not only provide Mu Qingtong with huge spiritual pressure, but also seal the spiritual pressure.

The thought flashed across his mind, and Xia Feng was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, "Miss Mu, you have been conducting experiments. Could this amethyst be the result of your experiment?"

The woman in the black dress had her right hand clasped above her head. Her wet silver hair was scattered on the ground like a blooming silver flower on the snow. Her delicate face, dripping with sweat, looked up at him calmly. Her legs suddenly hooked behind his knees. With extremely strong force, he suddenly turned over and pressed him back on top of him!

Xia Feng's expression changed. He kicked off his heels and was about to slip out, but Mu Qingtong quickly locked his lower body in an extremely weird twisting posture, and his hands and wrists were also locked above his head.

Mu Qingtong leaned forward, her beautiful little face only half an inch away from Xia Feng. There was arrogance no longer concealed in her golden eyes, and her silver-haired, sticky lips opened and closed quietly: "If you beat me, I will tell you."