Compared with the ink unicorn, it began to become blurred, and the landscape silver dragon that was fighting with it was caught off guard by this change, and was stunned on the spot, a pair of dragon claws buckled on the ink unicorn's body, and his mouth was wide open.

The water sword that had appeared in his mouth gradually disappeared, looking at the ink unicorn that was gradually blurring, the landscape and silver dragon didn't know what to do.

After a short period of stunned, the ink unicorn shook his body violently, and bounced the landscape silver dragon away, at this time the landscape silver dragon also reacted, although the ink qilin's body was blurred, but it still had full combat effectiveness, and without hesitation, he opened his mouth and shot out a water sword.

Mo Qilin jumped forward, jumped dozens of feet high, ran around in the air, suddenly raised his front hooves, and fell suddenly, shaking the surrounding air to crack the water sword of the mountain and silver dragon, and before the front hooves landed.

The water sword passed directly through the body of the ink qilin, and the ink qilin disappeared completely, and at the same time, the blood released by Meng Fang was beyond his imagination, and the carved pattern on the ink jade of the qilin in his hand also became very clear, and a complete ink qilin appeared in the ink jade.

Holding the black jade in his hand, Meng Fang was amazed, such a divine beast was actually killed because of a piece of jade, and the result was so easy.

Fang Youren shook his head with a smile, and said disapprehantly: "Wrong, it's not so easy to get."

As soon as the words fell, without waiting for Meng Fang's reaction, Fang Youren snatched the ink jade in his hand, and a fairy force was injected into it, and the unicorn on the ink jade immediately moved, looking at Fang Youren and roaring angrily: "Let Lao Tzu out, Fang Youren, you villain, use this method to restrain Lao Tzu."

Before Mo Qilin's words were finished, Fang Youren had already pressed Mo Yu on Meng Fang's palm, and Mo Yu disappeared in an instant, merging into Meng Fang's body.

Just when Meng Fang was surprised, Fang Youren breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, the next thing is up to your creation, if you have creation, we can go out, otherwise just wait here."

As soon as the words fell, Meng Fang suddenly felt like a galloping horse in his body, an irrepressible breath rushed in his body, Meng Fang stared at a pair of unbelievable eyes, looking at Fang Youren, wanting to seek answers from his mouth.

However, Fang's friends closed their eyes, with an attitude that they had nothing to do with themselves, completely ignoring Meng Fang's situation at this time.

After only a moment's effort, the breath became more and more violent, and Meng Fang only felt that he couldn't exert his strength, his throat and eyes were sweet, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

The breath of running up and down did not last long, followed by a kind of pain that was scratched by a hundred ants all over the body, every inch of the body was as if it was torn, how could Rao is Meng Fang endure it, in the face of such inhuman pain and torture, it was also unbearable, gasped, and the pain was so cold that he broke out in a cold sweat and rolled on the ground.

No matter how painful he was, Fang Youren always sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and was unmoved.

Gradually, Meng Fang himself also felt that something was wrong, that strange breath was not invisible, every time it moved in the body, it seemed to be stepped on by ten thousand horses, déjà vu.

He simply tried his best to calm his fear, so that he could calm down, and the blood in his body was no longer running around, almost static, to calm the feeling of ten thousand horses stepping on.

The strange aura became slower and slower, and at the same time, the aura gradually revealed its original form, nothing else, it was really the disappearing ink qilin.

Seeing the original form clearly, although it was expected, Meng Fang was still inevitably surprised, and opened his eyes in surprise to look at Fang Fang who was closing his eyes, at this time Fang Youren also slowly opened his eyes, with a smile in his eyes, and glanced at Meng Fang meaningfully.

"Now that you know, it's up to you to catch him." As soon as the words fell, Fang Youren didn't care what Meng Fang's reaction was, and slowly closed his eyes again.

Seeing his attitude, Meng Fang couldn't be clearer in his heart, as the so-called asking for others is better than asking for himself, at the moment even the gods can't be relied on, if they don't rely on themselves, who else can they rely on.

Since this was the case, Meng Fang simply put aside the idea of begging for someone, closed his eyes and began to look for the ink qilin scurrying in his body.

No matter what the combat effectiveness of the ink qilin is, it is also a divine beast of the primeval era, and it is much higher than Meng Fang in terms of blood, and compared to it, Meng Fang is a mortal, even with the help of Fang's friends, he has only been in the immortal path for two years, it can be said that the competition between the two is a duel between the juniors and the ancestors.

Meng Fang mobilized the immortal power in his body to follow the pace of the ink qilin, using his own body as a battlefield, you must know that the reason why the speed of the ink qilin slowed down was entirely because Meng Fang controlled the breath in the body, on the contrary, if Meng Fang's immortal power was running too fast, it would also cause the speed of the ink qilin to increase.

For Mo Qilin, no matter how fast or slow, it is not easy for Meng Fang to catch him, but for Meng Fang, if the speed is too fast, the pain caused by the physical body will also intensify, and even he can't bear it, the blood veins swell and explode to death.

Meng Fang glanced down at his watch, it was only three hours before the last time, on the one hand, the time was approaching, and on the other hand, he couldn't take down the ink qilin in a short time, so he had to be anxious.

And what made Meng Fang even more incomprehensible was that Fang Youren knew that the ink qilin was the key to open the door back, but he tried his best to trap the ink qilin in his body without solving it by himself, what was the role of this ink qilin, he couldn't figure it out for a while.

There is not much time left at the moment, and he is not allowed to think about it anymore, and Meng Fang also believes that Fang's friends will give him a satisfactory answer in the future.

Meng Fang conjured a hand in his body with immortal power and chased it in the direction of the ink qilin, the speed was too slow, it was obviously unrealistic, so he simply used a part of the immortal power as a protective body, and let go of all his immortal power to chase the ink qilin.

As the speed increased, the pain that the ants scratched at the beginning began to intensify again, and the body seemed to be trampled by ten thousand horses, if it wasn't for the protection of some immortal power in advance, I am afraid that the flesh would have exploded at this time.

Chasing back and forth, Mo Qilin seemed to know how capable Meng Fang was, and deliberately hung his mind, as the process of chasing continued, Meng Fang's big hand was getting closer and closer, and he was about to catch Mo Qilin's tail, Mo Qilin suddenly increased his speed, and the distance between the two was instantly pulled.

After repeating this cycle several times, Meng Fang suddenly felt that he was being seriously played, even so, he had no choice but to try his best to catch Mo Qilin.

After a brief hesitation, Mo Qilin had already run away, and the distance between the two was widened again, but at the same time as the distance was widened, the surrounding environment and the blood organs in the body suddenly made Meng Fang suddenly brighten, and he had a plan, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.