In the main hall of Mocheng, Li Mo held the Spring and Autumn Reincarnation Pen and sprinkled ink, painting in the void, and the ink pool in the painting became more and more condensed. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The blood coffin carried by nearly a hundred little ghosts seemed to feel the threat in Li Mo's painting, put down the coffin in his hand, and rushed towards the ink pool.

Glancing at the rushing demons, he swiped with a pen in his hand, and the ink demons in the ink pool rushed towards the blood coffin.

The coffin in the sky trembled slightly, and a stream of blood spread across the sky like a wave, the ink demon tore at the evil ghost, the piercing ghost scream filled the sky, the blood and qi swept over, and the ink demon and the evil ghost dissipated like a bubble.

After half a ring, the blood receded, and Li Mo felt a tightness in his heart. He looked up to the sky and sighed: In the ghost ink, Your Excellency was awakened by the Yellow Spring Eight Evils with yellow charm red candles, and the younger generation also asked Your Excellency to forgive me.

Suddenly, Li Mo's pen turned sharply, and "out of nowhere" rushed out of the distance.

"Boom!"

Li Mo turned his head suddenly, and the place where he was standing was hit by a blood arrow, smashing out a deep pit half a foot large.

"Mole ants, dead still disturb people's dreams."

A woman's voice came into Li Mo Zhihai, and the voice raged like a sharp knife.

Li Mo was struck by lightning, and his whole body trembled, but immediately after, the pen in his hand turned abruptly, pressed down slightly, and the ink light on it flowed, and the sea was instantly calm.

Touching the cold sweat on his forehead, Li Mo gasped: What a terrifying existence, just one sentence is so powerful.

With a wave of the Spring and Autumn Reincarnation Pen in his hand, the picture scroll in the void suddenly condensed into substance, and the countless ink demons in the ink pool in the painting churned, slamming towards the blood coffin in the sky.

The spiritual power in the air shook violently, and a peerless woman got up from the blood coffin, looking at him coldly, her face was like frost, noble and cold, and with a wave of her hand, a terrifying palm print slapped towards Li Mo.

"Hum—"

The spring and autumn reincarnation pen turned sharply, and the wind became one person high, Li Mo gasped, and wrote nine "kill" words in the air with the pen in his right hand.

The thick ink condensed, and the nine killing words were arranged according to Qimen Dunjia, and the killing words vibrated with terrifying spiritual power, surrounding the woman's palm print.

"Boom!"

With Li Mo shouting angrily, the killing word and the palm print exploded at the same time. After the loud bang, a terrifying spiritual storm directly shattered the main hall.

This blow directly caused a crack in the space, densely filling the surroundings, Li Mo looked at the bloody palm print on his chest in horror, and the tip of the pen was dripping with blood.

The woman on the blood coffin saw that Li Mo was not dead, and the chill in her eyes was even worse, and she waved out several bloody rays with her plain hand, and the sound of blood breaking through the air was buzzing and coming in an instant.

As soon as Li Mo turned his head, he heard a sound of breaking wind in his ears, whining and whining, and the speed was extremely fast.

Without thinking about it, he suddenly held the pen and threw out an ink exercise.

"Bang!"

Li Mo was pierced with several blood holes on his body, and the blood on the wound spread to all around, and there was a tendency to spread to his arm. The qi and blood in the body surged, and the woman's spiritual power raged through the internal organs.

"Poof—"

Spit out a mouthful of reverse blood, suppressing the spread of blood, Li Mo stared at the woman on the blood coffin.

The woman was as cold as ice, and said in a cold voice: "If you don't die in three moves, I won't shoot again." ”

As soon as the words fell, a blood mark carried a terrifying coercion, tearing through the space and rushing towards Li Mo.

Looking at the blood mark in the sky, Li Mo sighed in a deep voice: Thank you, Your Excellency.

The pen in his hand writes the word "mourning" in the air, the thick ink is condensed, and a girl in a black dress stands in the air, her expression is quiet, and there is a pair of ink-colored wings behind her.

"Boom-"

The blood mark and the girl met, colliding with each other continuously, tearing out cracks in the space the size of a bowl.

Several ink exercises burst out along the girl's fingertips, and with a wave of her jade hand, the space suddenly shook and uneasy, the temperature around her plummeted, and an ink dragon flew out of her palm out of thin air, with a towering head and a monstrous momentum, shaking its head and tail and crashing into the blood mark.

"Bang-"

The blood mark dissipated, and the wings behind the girl in the ink-colored dress shook, and the space rippled and disappeared.

The woman on the blood coffin frowned slightly, and said: "Ghost Ink does have some skills, although the Wrath of the Ink Dragon is the lowest level of Ghost Ink's supernatural power, it is really not easy to resist the power of supernatural powers." ”

As she spoke, the blood coffin trembled slightly, the woman lay in the coffin, and nearly a hundred unjust souls appeared in the sky, which was extremely weird, the ghost cried and howled continuously, carrying the blood coffin and slowly disappearing at the end.

Watching the unjust souls in the sky dissipate, Li Mo exhaled a breath of turbidity, leaned on the Spring and Autumn Reincarnation Pen, and suppressed the bloody handprints in his body.

"Master, what's wrong here, are you okay?"

Concubine You's crying voice came, Li Mo opened his eyes vigorously, and looked at the three of Hanyue with a smile: It's okay, it seems that the concubine has obtained the fire of Shen Yun, it's really good.

"Master, it's a bad apprentice, so you're always worried." Concubine You's beautiful eyes trembled and looked at the bloody palm prints on Li Mo's body.

Li Mo waved his hand and looked at the cold moon: Huangquan Basha has just been killed by me, child, you don't have to go to the other side of the sea.

Looking at Li Mo, who was covered in blood, Han Yue only felt a tremble in her heart, and knelt down on her knees: The seniors were so seriously injured in order to save me, and it was difficult for the juniors to repay them.

"Hehe, I was already very satisfied with being able to kill the enemy at the beginning, but now that I have lived for a thousand years, there are a few things that I need your help with." Li Mo glanced at the tattered hall.

"Seniors, please speak, and juniors will not hesitate to go to the soup." Hanyue said solemnly.

Li Mo sighed bitterly: Alas, after the ink pool turned into a ghost and killed the enemy, my younger brother Li Feng disappeared, I know that he is not dead, I hope you can let your master help me find him.

Han Yue was stunned for a moment, and said in her heart: How good I was when I was alive, how powerful my master was, and such powerful seniors all asked to do things.

Li Mo looked at Han Yue and shook his head: If you meet someone from Yunlu Immortal Residence in the future, you can hide as much as possible.

"Immortal Daoism, it shouldn't be something I can provoke, and it should be no grudges, right?" Hanyue scratched her head suspiciously.

Li Mo looked at the cold moon with a hint of hope: there was no before, but now there is.

The Spring and Autumn Reincarnation Pen flew high into the air with ink, Li Mo tapped his right hand on Hanyue's forehead, and said in a deep voice:

A blood-stained painting depicting a touch of cinnabar.

It doesn't matter if it's all over the world, but it's just a splash of ink.

Li Mo's fingers on Han Yue's forehead, drawing a red mark and glowing faintly, Han Yue suddenly fell into darkness, as if he saw a woman's figure, blurry but not clear, as if it was very desolate.

The spring and autumn reincarnation pen turns sharply in the sky, condensing the ink into a poem, the originally clear sky, floating black clouds in the sky, covering the sky and the sun, extremely weird.

The black clouds in the sky turned into a huge whirlpool deep into the center at this time, slowly rotating, the center of the thunder flashing, red dazzling, accumulating a huge amount of energy.

The black clouds were pressed down, like a wave sprinkled with ink, unpredictable, and the thick ink clouds seemed to be pulled by a nameless force, and began to slowly gather towards the top of the main hall, and there seemed to be a huge amount of energy brewing inside, ready to go.

"Master!"

The dream and the concubine were hazy with tears, and their crisp and beautiful voices were full of tears.

Li Mo's silver-white hair was flying, and a little cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows was slowly imprinted on Han Yue's forehead, as if he had exhausted all his strength:

"Dragon's Wish"

"God doesn't bless people, but they would rather become ghosts, and condense blood into ink."

Once a warm blood was extinguished in the cold and deep water of the ink pool, only this sentence is an unforgettable oath that will never cool.

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