Tianzong Law Enforcement Pavilion, the mystery on the lotus platform, escaped through a wide objective lens, looked at the cold-faced man in a black robe in the mirror, stood up inadvertently, and stretched out his head to take a closer look.

The ink tears in the mirror that resemble Ye Fan Shenzun on his appearance deeply attracted the attention of the god, judging from his various behaviors, his appearance is the most eight-point, but his behavior and temperament are not the same, and the god's face is lost, "In this world, is there really such a similar person?"

The ghost gate that is known as the ghost gate that inhabits ten thousand bones and dry souls and wild ghosts. At this time, it was surprisingly sunny, cloudless, and there was a breeze from time to time.

Mo Tear glanced at the four people around him, all of them were murderous, murderous, if they really wanted to stop each other with their tongues, it would only be self-defeating.

Mo Tear knew that he was in a catastrophe today, but the only thing he wanted to do was to let Lin Xiaomu, who was smoking from the green smoke on this stupid ancestral grave, leave safely.

Ink Tears tried to speak again, "As long as you let her go, I will do whatever you want me to do." ”

After the Red Lotus Saint King laughed fiercely, he said fiercely, "Mole ant, in this case, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with us? You all listen, don't kill this ant yet." I'm going to let him see for himself what kind of look he will look like when I kill another ant in front of him. ”

There was a chill behind the ink tears, and his heart was even more panicked, in an instant, the ink tears frantically adjusted the true yuan, and the ink-black eight divine wings suddenly exploded behind him, and the ink tears turned around suddenly, hugged Lin Xiaomu, kicked his feet, rose into the air, and rushed forward.

Little by little, the Red Lotus Holy King raised his head to the extreme, and when he saw a black light passing above his head, he had already ordered, "Hold him." ”

The Purple Lotus Saint King seemed to have been prepared, and slowly reached out his hand, aimed at the black light, grabbed it hard, and said two words lightly, "Suppress." ”

Mo Tear instantly felt a pressure from the air, slamming heavily on his body, his body fell down rapidly, and with his powerful consciousness, he threw Lin Xiaomu out violently, yelling, "Run, run as far as possible." ”

With a bang, the ink tears slammed on the ground, setting off a burst of dust, the butterfly mark on Lin Xiaomu's forehead flashed, and a pair of colorful wings appeared instantly, and the wings shook, turned around, and rushed into the smoke and dust.

Through the hazy dust, Mo Tear saw Lin Xiaomu who stretched out his hand to help him, and his heart was already surprised and desperate to an abyss-like extreme, and in the afterglow, a fiery red fist smashed towards Lin Xiaomu.

Mo Tear was terrified, and hurriedly pushed Lin Xiaomu away, pulled out Bai Yuan, and the sword light danced wildly.

Lin Xiaomu flew out of the foggy dust with dust. In her horrified gaze, the figure of the thief flickered in the misty dust, overflowing with light, dotted with stars, and flickering.

Lin Xiaomu didn't have time to think, just wanted to return to Mo Tear's side, but didn't want a huge figure to fall from the sky and block in front of her.

In the blink of an eye, the fat woman's body, which weighed more than two hundred pounds, was extremely flexible, and she came to Lin Xiaomu and stretched out her palm to grab it.

Lin Xiaomu's heart was shocked, like a light butterfly quickly dodged, the White Lotus Holy King grabbed and grabbed left, after all, she couldn't touch Lin Xiaomu's enchanting and flexible posture, she was angry, jumped up suddenly, fell to the ground, the earth trembled, and when the air wave quickly swung around, Lin Xiaomu was shocked and flew a few meters, and then slid on the ground for a distance, only then stabilized his body.

Eyes jumped again. The misty dust did not dissipate at all, but became more gloomy, and just by looking at it, you could feel the endless power in the air waves.

On both sides of the hills, rocks are constantly rolling down, and there is a sense of collapse.

Although it was only for a moment, Mo Tear and the Red Lotus Saint King had quickly exchanged hundreds of moves, and the two of them could be separated by a very close distance, through the gray dust, two pairs of fierce eyes, quietly intersecting with each other, and in each other's hands, the moves were extremely fast, extremely fierce, extremely ruthless, and a little distracted, and others were hit hard.

Unexpectedly, without talking, in the dust, a black shadow appeared, which seemed to be a bland uppercut, quietly smashed on the lower abdomen of the ink tears, a huge cough, blurted out in an instant, and the body rushed out forty-five degrees, and crashed into the three piles on the side of the road, and the black robe brought up a piece of dust, rushing out of a diagonal line.

The Red Lotus Saint King waved his hand, the dust dissipated, and Mo Tear lowered his head, seeing a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

Lin Xiaomu turned his head and looked at it, panicked. I don't know when there was a little girl standing on the top of the mountain, who was striding at the moment, and the momentum on her body exploded, and her body swelled rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Xiaomu shouted loudly, "Be careful behind your back." ”

At the same time, her wings shook behind her back and she jumped out, flying like she was flying quickly.

Mo Tear's originally fierce eyes gradually became frightened, and he roared loudly, "Don't you?"

With a bang, like a piece of meat, it fell from a million heights and made a loud muffled sound. Mo tearfully saw an extremely fat girl flash above Lin Xiaomu, clenched her fists, and smashed on Lin Xiaomu's back, and then, a large cloud of dust was lifted on the ground, gray and gray, obscuring her vision.

Ink Tears roared and wailed in pain, and when his body was about to crash into the naked mountain pile, a stout figure struck from behind him, as fast as lightning, hitting Ink Tears up and down, back and forth, left and right, at first glance, it was like thunder from all directions, bombarding Ink Tears' body without any time interval.

Often, the stronger the two sides, the more success or defeat will happen in an instant.

Like a dead dog, Mo Tear fell quietly to the ground, and there was no place in his body that was not in severe pain, and almost all the joints, muscles and bones were all out of place, but these seemed to be deliberately done by the other party.

He tried his best to open his eyes, and saw that in the dust that had just gone up, Lin Xiaomu was lying on the ground like himself, bleeding from her mouth, but she was looking at herself with all her might, and it was quite difficult to hold up her crumbling eyes.

Mo Tear struggled to move his body with all his might, but it would only be exchanged for more severe pain, quietly looking at the woman he loved all his life, looking at his trembling mouth, why is it so familiar?

He remembered, remembered, remembered that stormy night many years ago, remembered the blood all over the ground, remembered that there was once a woman who loved him deeply, and you also hinted at yourself in this way.

"Run, run. ”

Ink tears of heart-wrenching sadness. Desperate, almost forgetting the severe pain in his body. How similar this scene is, the same is true of his mother, who loved him so much many years ago, and closed her eyes forever in front of him.

He thought that after so many years of painful efforts. A child who has no power to be manipulated, but why is this happening?

Tears slipped down on Mo Tear's face, and Mo Tear didn't scream, didn't cry, didn't fall, just quietly shed tears.

The deepest grief is often silent as well.

The Four Saints walked in slowly, coldly looking down at the two dying ants, and the Black Lotus Saint King walked in slowly, and only with one foot did he put his ink tears into the earth full of rubble.

Lin Xiaomu yelled frantically, and in the end, he coughed weakly and blood gushed out.

Mo Tear tried his best, twisting his head, and a pair of extremely sad eyes poked out of the soil.

The Red Lotus Saint King squatted down, tilted his head, laughed strangely, and pretended to be pitiful, "Oh! Come on, laugh at one, maybe I'll be in a good mood, so I'll let them go. ”

Half of Ink Tear's cheek was pressed into the dirt, and a terrifying and fierce light flashed in his extremely sad eyes.

The Red Lotus Saint King shook his head slightly, giving the Black Lotus Saint King a hint.

The Black Lotus Saint King hesitated slightly, and said in a tangled manner, "Forget it, give him a good time, and we will complete the task earlier." ”

The Red Lotus Saint King's eyes glared, and the Black Lotus Saint King immediately coaxed, grabbed Mo Tear's hair, and lifted his upper body alive.

The Red Lotus Saint King was almost mad, and laughed evilly, "Come, look here. ”

The Red Lotus Saint King lifted Lin Xiaomu, who was on the verge of death, and lightly swiped his fingers over Lin Xiaomu's face, and said frantically, "Look! What a beautiful face! What a beautiful body! It's a pity that after all, he is just an ant, and he can only be at the mercy of others." ”

Mo Tear struggled frantically, but in vain, he began to roar hard, "You, you let her go, let her go......"

The voice became louder and louder, hoarse, painful and painful, and finally, all of them turned into the most painful whispers of weakness.

The Red Lotus Saint King laughed wildly, and his evil heart finally got a trace of satisfaction, "Yes, it's this kind of expression, it's so wonderful, it's really wonderful." Now you know how small you are, right? As an ant, you should live for a long time, and you should never look up at the sky. ”

Mo Tear has long turned into a tear man, although he has long known that no matter how much he begged the other party, it would be in vain, but he still tried his last strength to beg for despair, "Let her go?"

The Red Lotus Holy King became more and more crazy, ripped off Lin Xiaomu's clothes, dragged his slender hair, and slowly lifted Lin Xiaomu, Lin Xiaomu's snow-white body was exposed, and the person with a small chest was wrapped in a white cloth.

The Red Lotus Saint King pretended to be appreciative, stroked the unscrupulous Lin Xiaomu with his palm, and said frantically, "Look! What a beautiful skin, how smooth! How soft, take a good look, isn't it beautiful?"

Mo Tear's eyes flickered, and the endless ferocity exploded in his heart, resisting with all his might, and in the end, all he got was a body swaying twice.

The Red Lotus Saint King continued to laugh, "Look carefully!"

The red-faced Saint King's nails drew blood marks on Lin Xiaomu, and at this moment, it was hard to imagine whether Lin Xiaomu, who had nothing to do with his eyes, was because he was too seriously injured, or his heart was like ashes.

Another mouthful of heavy blood spurted out, Lin Xiaomu's eyes were extremely calm as he looked at the pain and roared and finally turned into silent tears and wailing ink tears, his vision became more and more blurred, and slowly he finally closed his eyes.

The Red Lotus Saint King was still sliding on his body, and finally stopped, not only writing the word ant, but also blood continued to seep out of the slender wound, slowly flowing downward, staining her white skin red.

The Red Lotus Saint King threw Lin Xiaomu on the ground, pretending to regret it, "I'm really sorry to kill him like this, I really don't want her to die so quickly." Please bear with me a little more, don't worry, after you die, my other two companions, I will definitely send them down to meet you in a more fun way, so that you can be reunited. ”

A pair of ink tears almost burst out of his eyes, looking at Lin Xiaomu lying quietly on the ground, as if the whole world collapsed in front of him in an instant, and the once beautiful scenes shattered like huge glass, until they turned into a trace of powder and drifted away without a trace.

Mo Tear took a breath of pain, let out a heart-wrenching wail, endured extremely intense pain, his fingers clenched one by one, I don't know in what unimaginable way, he actually twisted the misplaced hand back to its original position, quickly took out a shining silver business card on his chest, put it on his lips, and blew hard.

After doing all this, the last of his strength was finally exhausted, and the Black Lotus Saint King let go of his hair, and his tears slumped to the ground.

Spring Manlou, Long Long's heart instantly became a voice, her body trembled, she was shocked, and said with a sad face, "I'm sorry, for the sake of the dragon clan, you must die." ”

The silver-white scales fell from the corners of Mo Tear's mouth, and she looked at Lin Xiaomu quietly, and for some reason, she suddenly laughed wildly.

The Good Lotus Holy King slowly approached and said with a smile, "Now it's your turn. Rest assured, I will take special care of you, try to let you see the world more, you can die in this ghost gate, and you will not be too lonely. After all, countless ants have been buried here. ”

The light footsteps of the Red Lotus Saint King were like a song of joy played by the Grim Reaper, and the sound of stepping approached step by step, suddenly, the Red Lotus Saint King heard the footsteps, and a silver-white light flashed into his eyes, he looked down carefully, and after a moment of dumbness, he immediately swept back.

The white light flashed at once, and the shining surroundings were more dazzling than the bright sunlight.