As Mo Tear shouted out the word "move", Qiansang instinctively looked at the two behind Mo Tear, completely ignoring the little chick-like ink tear in his hand.

The corners of Mo Tear's mouth rose and pulled out a trace of fierceness, and then a pale hand slammed into Qian Sang's lower abdomen, and the Xuan Bing Palm Mo Tear had been planning for a long time, almost using all the strength of his body, and the endless cold qi spread outward along his palm.

But what Mo Tear didn't expect was that the other party didn't move at all, and slowly turned his head to look at him, and then, Mo Tear was almost suffocated by her, and his mouth was wide open, so that no saliva was allowed to spew out.

At the same time, Lin Xiaomu and Da Xi Yaoshui moved at the same time, and they were the most powerful blows, which really hit the other party's body, but the other party still didn't move, as if their strength was not enough to tickle him.

"You know what? stupidity is not terrible, the terrible thing is that you don't have the strength, no matter how smart you are, it's futile if you can't beat me. It's infuriating that you already know the result from the moment you see me, so why do you still resist?" Qian Sang quietly looked at the little chicken-like ink tears in his hand, completely ignoring the two people beside him who were struggling to attack him with all his might, and said in a flat tone.

Mo Tear's face gradually became hideous and painful at this moment, he didn't expect the other party's strength to be so strong. A palm with all his strength hit him, like a sea that he slapped into, unable to withstand a trace of stormy waves.

Mo Tear didn't give up, and used all his strength, trying to break or break the thin hand that was holding his neck, but he couldn't break through the thin red light on the other party's hand.

Da Xi Yaoshui and Lin Xiaomu almost couldn't see the hope of defeating this woman at all, and they watched Mo Tear continue to struggle in pain, as a last resort, Lin Xiaomu wanted to use the power of Xuandie again, and just mobilized his strength, but his body was overwhelmed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Qiansang pretended to sigh, and as soon as he stepped on his feet, a wave spread outward, and Da Xi Yaoshui and Lin Xiaomu were directly photographed down the mountain and disappeared between the clouds and mist.

Mo Tear's eyes were frightened, and he watched in a daze as the two figures quickly fell downward, engulfed in the clouds.

The ink tears that were about to go crazy roared, but in the end, all the voices stuck in their throats could only be vaguely heard, "I want you to die, die, die......"

Qiansang listened to the faint voice, but instead smiled, but between breaths, her face gradually became solemn, and she looked up at the ink tears she was holding in her hand hungrily.

Is this person going to die early? Qian Sang quietly sensed that the true yuan on Mo Tear's body was released outward at an unimaginable speed, this was too unreasonable, if he wanted to fight hard, he should gather the true yuan, how could this be?

Qiansang didn't know that the moment she Lin Xiaomu went down the mountain, the crazy ink tears continued to release the true yuan, he knew that he couldn't beat her, if he gambled his life, plus the eight hot hells and eight cold hells in his body, maybe he could die together?

The Eight Hot Hell and the Eight Cold Hell were completely released by the Ink Tears, completely out of control, and the Ink Tears' bodies were instantly covered by ice and fire at the same time, blending with each other, two pupils, one fiery red and the other pale, extremely terrifying.

Looking at the series of amazing changes of ink tears that are neither struggling nor resisting at this moment, they are quiet like dead people. Qiansang's curiosity was aroused again in an instant, and he asked flatly, "Stinky boy, you are very strange, tell me, what are the two completely different powers you do, and why can they coexist?"

Ink Tears didn't answer him, because he couldn't hear what the other party was saying, and he was completely out of control now, and the only thing he meant before was to kill this woman.

Suddenly, the out-of-control ink tears were expressionless, and one hand suddenly grabbed the thin hand of the other party that he had lifted, and broke it violently.

The eight-tailed spirit fox Qiansang, who had lived for so many years, felt an inexplicable oppression for the first time, and she instantly threw out the ink tears, but in the next second, a fiery red and a snow-white flew out towards her.

"This stinky boy is not simple. Qiansang muttered to himself, stretching out a hand unhurriedly and slowly, and a barrier expanded in his palm, blocking the Extreme Desolate Fire and the Snow Nancang Ice that came out of the Eight Cold Hells.

The firelight and ice and snow have disappeared, Qiansang's eyes flashed, but she never caught the figure of Mo Tears, suddenly her face was like a sudden realization, and she slowly looked behind her, and Mo Tears had already smashed her punch.

She toes to the ground, a backflip, dodging the punch on the top of her feet, and her body slowly rises into the air, a pair of cold and curious eyes looking down at the strange man at the bottom of the stairs.

The ink tears that were as calm as water quickly turned around, and suddenly reached out and grabbed it, and a flame appeared out of thin air above the air, instantly engulfing the figure of the logistics woman, and the anger reappeared, much stronger than before.

A white light in the flames was even more dazzling, and a flat voice came from inside, "I'm curious, what can make you suddenly so powerful, you are just a small Celestial Clan official of the Dust Transformation Realm, how can you have this kind of power in your body?"

Qiansang waved her hand gently, and the flames were blown away in an instant, gradually extinguished, but before she could look, she saw a figure already in front of her, and a heavy white slap like Mount Tai was thrown in her face like the wind.

Qiansang was startled, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to resist, and with a bang, her figure turned into a streamer, so fierce that it was like a staircase.

"It's so heavy, I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time, and today is a good day. Qiansang landed smoothly and said to herself with emotion, and suddenly saw the all-black Eight Great Divine Wings attached to Mo Tear behind her eyes, and her face changed again.

Mo Tear was still quiet like a devil, his pupils didn't seem to have a trace of life, and he didn't give Qiansang any respite, and his body turned into a black line and swooped down.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to hide your strength all the time! You even have a god wing, at least you are a god king, it seems that over the years, your heavenly clan has really been able to produce people, but it still can't change your arrogance, let alone you, even Wan Shenchen He didn't dare to break into here easily, just a little god king like you, it seems that there are still 108,000 miles away. ”

Qian Sang not only did not panic in the face of the surging ink tears that swooped down, but said slowly.

It's a pity that his words didn't get a response after all, otherwise he would definitely say that this woman was not only stupid, but also extremely blind.

Mo Tear is indeed not a god king, and the so-called eight body wings are just the turbidity of the earth that he obtained by chance, and he doesn't know how to use it so far?

The eight-tailed spirit fox snorted, revealing her true appearance, her hair ends came out, and her fangs appeared, if it weren't for her dislike that her claws were too long and unsightly in the early years, so she pulled them out in a fit of anger, otherwise her sharp claws could be easily torn to pieces.

The ink tears that swooped down gathered fire with his left hand, condensed ice with his right hand, and slammed into it, Qiansang's eyes flashed, his pupils turned yellow, and the energy instantly condensed in front of him.

Whew, a black line instantly broke through countless pieces of glass, rushed downward, and Qiansang Ghost smiled, "Momentum, I really can't stop this little monster." ”

Then, she slid backwards with one foot. Sideways and casually slapped a palm, a huge white light appeared in the ink tears, one red and one white, and the two palms collided with each other, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner from defeat.

In the stage of mutual stalemate, Mo Tear's calm face has already become hideous. And Qiansang was still leisurely and indifferent, and the white light released from the palm of his hand did not decrease a bit, but reminded slowly, "Oh, yes, but as a god king, it seems that this is not all your ability, while I still have the patience to play with you, I can use all the tricks I have." ”

The Eight Heat Hell and the Eight Heat Hell are crazy out of control, almost breaking through the critical point of the Ink Tears body, but fortunately, with the Great Fan Holy Body, for a while, he can still bear it, but if the time is long, coupled with the loss of consciousness of the Ink Tears, the Great Fan Holy Body cannot be controlled, and it is only a matter of time before his body is destroyed.

The power of the out-of-control ink tears was still coming out in a steady stream, far exceeding its own endurance, and the two forces in its hands were strengthened.

Qian Sang suddenly noticed a trace of strangeness, if the other party was a god king, under such a fierce confrontation, how could he also detect the other party's divine element fluctuations? But why didn't he notice it at all.

Qiansangji, who was full of confusion in the new one, was very surprised, tilting his head, and a little monster was shining in his pale yellow pupils, and the strength of this dead guy was still increasing, which was really strange.

"Hey, stinky boy, is that all you have? I see you're tired too, so let's sit down and talk. Qiansang said with a smile, trying to figure out the confusion in her heart.

Seeing that the other party was like a demon, full of murderous anger, she realized that this little monster was completely angry, and it was impossible to say another word to herself.

Qiansang smiled, his eyes instantly became fierce and abnormal, and he said indifferently, "Since you don't listen to persuasion, you can only be beaten." ”

With a force in Qiansang's hand, the white light exploded instantly, and the ink tears were instantly suppressed, and with a bang, the white light instantly turned into a laser, penetrating the body of the ink tears.

Mo Tear instantly spat blood from his mouth, slowly fell down, and with a bang, a fluffy fox tail instantly wrapped around Neng Mo Tear's body, slowly pulling him in front of her eyes.

"Stinky boy, neither your fire nor ice can hurt me, so you can't defeat me, don't be obsessed, as long as you answer my questions obediently, I guarantee the prisoner." Qiansang said calmly.

was tightly entangled, and only one Lao Tzu's ink tears were still struggling, and the extremely desolate fire on his body couldn't hurt any fox hair.

"Stinky boy, you're on fire. But the ice and fire on your body don't seem to be extraordinary, I thought you were a god king, but now it seems that you are just a scum with low cultivation. Despite having such an extraordinary thing, it was buried by your low cultivation. Therefore it is impossible for you to defeat me, as long as you tell me, where the ice and fire on your body come from?" asked Qian Sang unpleasantly.

Although Mo Tear's own strength has reached its peak, it is still out of control, although the Eight Hot Hell and the Eight Cold Hell are still restricting each other despite the crazy rampage, plus there is no strong cultivation as a foundation, the peak of his strength at the moment is still vulnerable in front of this eight-tailed spirit fox.

Mo Tear's eyes gradually dimmed, and his eyes slowly drooped, he couldn't bear the oppression of his own and external forces, his life was already on the verge of extreme, and he still whispered to himself weakly, "Die, die..."

Qiansang leaned her ears to listen, and all she heard was a fainter and weaker death word, and she was instantly angry, and the dead boy who insulted herself so much and now wanted to kill herself finally provoked her murderous intention.

The tail stretched out instantly, and the ink tears that were about to collapse in life were lifted into the sky, and the money was smashed down like a stone, only to see a black line rushing straight down to the ground.

With a bang, ink tears smashed heavily on the stairs, three or four stairs instantly shattered into a puddle, cracks spread, Qiansang couldn't bear to look at the bloody scene, and shook his head with a sigh, "It's a pity, such a good doll, if you are a little obedient, you can play for a while." ”

She just wanted to turn around and leave, only to see a red light silently attacking her, Qiansang looked sideways, only to see a bloody man rushing towards her, she sighed again, "If you don't die like this, why bother? ”

As soon as she wanted to make a move, a figure suddenly appeared in his body, and an irresistible voice sounded, "Qiansang, you are naughty again." ”

I saw that the figure of natto took a step forward, and two fingers instantly praised Mo Tear's forehead, and then Mo Tear fell to the ground heavily, and it was difficult to get angry.

The Extreme Desolate Fire and Xue Nan on Mo Tear's body were all gone, and the violent Eight Heat Hell and Eight Cold Hell in the Spirit Sea instantly returned to calm, slowly turning into two small balls, and the extremely distorted and spreading Nebula Qi gradually regathered and rotated smoothly.