Looking at the axe light coming from the pavement, and feeling the force of the black-robed monk's angry blow, the ink demon's face was puzzled. Feeling the cultivation that was already empty in his body, there was bitterness in his heart.

This is not at all the same as the development of the ink demon's plan, in the imagination of the ink demon, the black-robed old man on the opposite side has become constrained in his appearance, and he does not dare to make a move on himself, so he should go into the spatial crack without fail, and leave safely.

Although the ink demon is sure that the secret of this trick is also known by another person, and he can only make a short shot after using it, but he believes that as long as that guy is not an idiot, it is impossible to tell the secret of this trick to others, after all, he also needs this trick to save his life.

"This is where the old guy came from, although the voice and dress are no different from those old guys, but the cultivation is really weak to the point of ridiculousness, and the heart is so simple, there is no depth at all that those old guys should have, but they don't agree with themselves at all."

With this thought, all the ink demon could do was force himself to turn around, and his back resisted the upcoming axe light, and with a roar, the ink demon only felt a huge force from his back into his soul, causing his soul to be hit hard in an instant, and the rift that was originally suppressed by the ink demon now began to expand again.

And the ink demon's own posture was pushed by this strong axe light, and he stumbled directly and entered the crack with the axe.

At the moment when the crack healed quickly, the ink demon quickly turned around. There was no resentment in his eyes, but he looked at the arm of the black-robed old man, with doubts on his face, as if he was a little puzzled by the other party's actions.

Seeing the ink demon leave, the black-robed old man's arm hidden under the cuffs trembled without a trace, and dispersed the cultivation that was wrapped around the arm, in Fangcai, both the ink demon and the black-robed old man himself understood that although the axe light could make the ink demon hit hard, life and death were only five or five, and the black-robed old man obviously had the spare strength to make up for the seriously injured ink demon when the spatial crack had not yet dissipated. The other ink demon is gone.

Even if it was near the ink demon's body. The spatial crack would dissipate in an instant under the strong cultivation of the black-robed old man, or lose its original effect, but for some reason, the black-robed old man watched the ink demon leave like this. And without the slightest move.

After the spatial rift dissipates. There is absolute calm in this space. At the end of the distant line of sight, the gray mist that lingered seemed to feel that the place had become calm again, and gradually moved closer. The original color of this gray mist space has been restored.

Standing in place and pausing for a few breaths, the old man in the black robe did suddenly have a cold face, and a huge suction force gushed out from the center of his palm under his hand, directly holding the battle axe not far away, seeing the actions of the ink demon, thinking that the ink demon didn't care about his axe light at all, he directly greeted the next with his back, and calmly left the somewhat stunned figure instantly grasped it in the palm of his hand.

The palm of the card owner was on the neck of the other party, and the young face in the cloak that the other party struggled to fall appeared in it, and the old man in the black robe stole an endless chill in his tone.

"Do you know how much trouble you've caused for my divine punishment? If it weren't for your father leaving you two wastes in my care, I hope you can grow up, otherwise I wouldn't have brought you here at all this time, just this time, if there is a next time, even in front of your father, I will kill you on the spot, understand? ”

His body trembled, and another black-robed monk hurriedly took off his cloak, leaking a palm similar to the face of the young man in the palm of the black-robed old man's hand, looking at his younger brother who was red and unable to speak, his face was anxious, but he didn't dare to offend the black-robed old man, so he could only say with some pleading in his tone.

"Ancestor, my brother knows that he is wrong, please spare him this time."

Looking at the figure in his hand, which was obviously unable to hold on, the black-robed old man snorted coldly, threw the other party down as if he was throwing garbage, turned around himself, and left the two young monks with a lucky face, which disappeared from the sight of the two monks in an instant.

And at the moment when the lotus flower appeared in the eyes of the ink demon, in an unknown location, in a large hall on a planet surrounded by stars on the surface, a graceful figure wearing a white gauze robe drank the spirit wine in the wine glass in his hand, and his face moved, 'Huh? With a sigh, feeling the rapid passage of cultivation in his body, a long-lost smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he raised his head, leaking out a palm that was almost exactly the same as the ink demon, but with a youthful and charming face.

"Sister! Sister! Are you finally out?,It seems that I don't know who forced you to use your and my life-saving tricks.,But you also know where you are, sister, I can easily know it.,My good sister.,You have to wait for me.,If you die at the hands of someone else.,Sister, I'm very sad! ”

As he spoke, Mo Xian stood up from his seat and said without looking back to the scholar-looking monk behind him who didn't know when he appeared.

"Hehe, I know that there is no good intention for the earth to shoot you and me by my side, originally I was able to make this great contribution by myself, but since you found out, you can also go with me, in Ditian's place, I will help you with a few kind words, of course, you can also tell Ditian about this matter, and let him send someone to find my beautiful sister, but in this way, this credit has nothing to do with you and me at all, how to do it you choose yourself!"

He smiled lowly, and the corner of the scholar's mouth with a gloomy face was cold.

"The small ones are just sent by the Lord to listen to your command, and of course you have to make up your mind about how to do it, and the small ones are obedient."

With a sneer, Mo Xian turned his head and glanced at the other party mockingly, and said uncertainly.

"Yes, I thought that after coming here, I robbed seventy percent of my power, and most of those sects changed their allegiance, Lord Han, who had forgotten about this matter a long time ago, and would not listen to me."

Looking at the scholar who had been smiling but no longer making a sound, Mo Xian shook his head helplessly. Said boringly.

"Let's take someone with me, although my sister should be seriously injured to the peak by now, but who knows what strange means there will be, it's good to bring more people, anyway, I won't be at the forefront at that time." ”

Lowering his head, not letting Mo Xian see the disdain in his eyes, the scholar surnamed Han nodded, and said yes in a low voice, and then left here in a flash, not knowing how to arrange people.

However, Mo Xian didn't care about these things at all, just like Mo Xian didn't care about the disdain that the scholar surnamed Han hid in his eyes.

Just sat down again. He relaxed and shrunk back into the chair behind him. He poured himself a glass of wine and said with a sigh on his face.

"My good sister, do you know that during your absence, my sister thinks about you very hard! Now that you've finally found my sister, my sister can finally sleep peacefully. Don't worry about me doing the same to you. A man suddenly appeared behind him. Anyway, sister, I don't have a good night's sleep, and my skin is a little bad now. ”

When Mo Xian himself touched his cheek and felt sorry for himself, the time of half a pillar of incense passed, and the monk surnamed Han appeared in front of Mo Xian again. Speak.

"Everything is ready for you to hit the road."

Listening to the scholar surnamed Han directly call himself you, and no longer have an honorific title for himself in performance like before, obviously because of the appearance of the ink demon, he no longer needs himself, Mo Xian smiled faintly, put the wine glass in his hand aside, stepped forward, and his body instantly melted into nothingness, and when he appeared again, he was already standing on the galaxy, looking at a group of monks in front of him who had cultivated to be strong, just a glance, Mo Xian

A strange smile leaked out, and he turned to the scholar surnamed Han who came over and said.

"If I'm not mistaken, these people are all the peak monks of those sects who have taken refuge in you from my forces, and you didn't bring any of my people."

smiled, and the scholar surnamed Han said noncommittally.

"It's all for the Lord, where there are so many of you and mine."

Thinking about it seriously, Mo Xian raised his eyebrows and said.

"That's right."

But after saying this, Mo Xian stood on the top of the galaxy without the slightest movement, and the scholar surnamed Han frowned, and after a while, he asked with some impatience.

"We should be able to go, if things drag on for too long, I'm afraid it will change later, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain to the Lord."

Smiling flatly, Mo Xian said indifferently.

"Wait a little longer, look, isn't this coming? This time it was a bit far away, and I didn't bring some monks to take care of myself. ”

With a move in his expression, the scholar surnamed Han turned his head to look at a team of women in the same white clothes flying out of the planet under the galaxy, feeling that the number of monks less than fifty was the highest cultivation but the fairyland monk, although there was dissatisfaction in his eyes, he still endured it, and kept telling himself in his heart that as long as the ink demon was killed, or handed over to the lord, then there were a lot of rules, and it seemed pampered, and this femme fatale-hearted woman who would take care of herself for many years and save her life more than once could be completely thrown away.

The last trace of effect on his lord has also disappeared, and the monk who has no effect, in the emperor of the scholar surnamed Han, I don't know how tragic it is to see it once.

When the fifty good-looking female cultivators gathered around Mo Xian, the scholar surnamed Han immediately turned around and spoke.

"Please Mo Xian lead the way, and the monks in the back hurry up and follow."

As he spoke, the figure of the Mo Immortal disappeared in place under the illusion of speed, and the many monks behind him were the same.

However, due to the fact that the cultivation of these monks is high and low, in order to take care of those monks, the distance between Mo Xian and the monk surnamed Han is kept at a normal distance every time, and under the continuous flashing in the starry sky, occasionally a lone monk sees this scene, and all of them are shocked and hurriedly leave in another direction.

In the corner of the distant galaxy, there was a gray round meteorite that was no more than a kilometer in size, not even a planet, but a gray round meteorite, with a very conspicuous crack, which almost completely split the meteorite, and there was still a strong breath in the air when it was shot.

The body of the ink demon was lying on top of the crack in the meteorite, his soul was broken, his breath was weak, as if it would completely dissipate in the next moment, and the axe light that followed the ink demon through the space not only seriously injured the ink demon, but even this meteorite was poisoned by the axe light.

The ink demon, who was lying in the crack and gravel with his eyes closed and his breath weak, suddenly opened his eyes after an unknown amount of time, looking at the fluctuations in the void in front of him.

Before the voice appeared, a coquettish laughter had already reached the ears of the ink demon.

"Yo, why is my sister so miserable, just let me lie here, come on, come on, my sister will take you home."

Listening to this once familiar voice, a complicated smile appeared on the corner of the ink demon's mouth, feeling his current state, even a foundation building monk can easily kill himself, and after seeing the ink fairy, and the large number of monks behind the ink fairy, his eyes moved in it, and found that many respectful existences in front of him were now unabashedly looking at himself, towards how to exchange himself for a reward, the ink demon aimed his gaze at the smiling ink fairy, and asked flatly.

"I'm seriously injured now, are the elixirs and heavenly treasures ready?"

Facing the ink demon's question, the ink fairy smiled over and over again, slowly retreated behind the scholar surnamed Han, and replied.

"Of course, just waiting for my dear sister to come home."

Seeing Mo Xian retreat behind him, there was disdain in the eyes of the scholar surnamed Han, I don't know what Mo Xian was afraid of, Mo Xian's current state, Mo Xian's actions were really ridiculous.

And getting the ink fairy's homecoming, the ink demon took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, as if resigned to his fate, and spoke.

"Then move faster, don't you see me hurting here?"

frowned slightly, the scholar surnamed Han didn't know the meaning of the words of the ink demon, could it be that the ink demon naively thought that he would not be able to heal it, and there was no difference between life and death for the lord, but when the scholar surnamed Han had just made a move, there was a sudden sharp pain in his chest, he lowered his head blankly, looking at the sleeve-length palm stained with blood, the scholar surnamed Han subconsciously turned his head, looking at the majestic and indifferent Mo Xian, who was very different from before, and suddenly felt a little familiar.

At this moment, the ink fairy and the ink demon, except for the difference in the color of the clothes, are so similar that they seem to be carved out of a mold.

Crossing the body of the scholar surnamed Han who was dazed, Mo Xian suddenly thought that the ink demon in the distance leaked a lovely smile.

"Right now...... That's it. (To be continued......)