Xi Ling didn't ask about her own situation, how did she know that the clay man took the initiative to mention her: "You girl, I was quite optimistic about you, but I didn't expect you to retreat at the last moment, it's really muddy that can't support the wall, no wonder the west is getting worse and worse." ”

Xi Ling closed his eyes and turned his head, not looking, not listening, not paying attention, thinking in his heart how to escape.

Dongyang was gagged, and he couldn't say anything if he wanted to.

Beiming didn't like to talk in the first place, so he didn't say anything now.

Standing behind the clay man, he quietly looked at everything in front of him, and wondered in his heart, why didn't Dad order the soldiers to attack?

I need someone to help me stall until my mom reappears.

The soldiers who lined up in the battle formation were already ready to move, but the military orders were like mountains, and Sunan Xing did not give the order to attack, and they did not dare to act rashly.

The most important thing is that in their hearts, the Great Emperor of the Four Directions is a god-like existence, even if three of them are tied to the ground now, they will only think that they are planning a plan, and they don't believe that they have no power to fight back.

Sunan Xing has always been decisive in killing, but in the face of his own daughter, he can't give the order to attack.

Although deep down, he knew that these soldiers would only send them to death, but he still couldn't be ruthless.

The clay man didn't pay attention to the army in front of him at all, and walked around the three people on the ground, as if he was a little embarrassed, and asked, "Which one do I start with?"

Standing behind him softly, wishing he would grind for a while, when he heard this, he floated above the three of them with a smile: "We can pick troops and generals, and whoever we pick in the end is whoever we pick." ”

The clay man immediately retorted: "It's not appropriate, how can it be such a child's play at such an important moment?"

"So who do you think is better to start with?"

The clay man suddenly made a move and grabbed the soft neck directly: "Of course it starts with you!"

Soft didn't struggle at all, she knew that it was useless to struggle, there was also a porcelain box in her body.

Sunan Xing, as a soft father, saw this scene, and his first reaction was to rush over, but he was pulled by the ghost: "Master, you can't go!"

Sunan Xing struggled forward: "Let go of me, that's my daughter!"

The ghost turned around and ordered, "You guys, come and see Your Majesty." ”

When Sunan Star was controlled, the ghost knelt in front of Sunan Star with the other six apprentices: "Master, say goodbye today, and never see each other again, I hope the master will take care." ”

When the words landed, a dazzling light erupted from the seven apprentices, and they rushed straight towards the clay man.

Squishy wanted to say "don't come" to them, but he couldn't make a sound, so he could only watch as seven flames came to his death.

The clay figure didn't even look at it, he waved his hand casually, and the mud spring gushing out from the ground directly dragged the seven flames down, and his mouth mocked: "If you are so loyal, then you go and be with the dream." ”

When Su Nanxing heard this, he struggled even more violently: "Why did you let me go? Come on, take me!"

The clay man didn't care about him at all, in the eyes of the clay man, he was already a fish on the chopping board, just waiting to cook it himself.

Soft eyes looked at the location where the ghost disappeared, and silently calculated in his heart, I don't know how much damage these seven can cause if they go down?

With their strength, I'm afraid they won't be able to get to where their mother is.

The clay figure pulled the soft in front of him, his face blurred, and showed a mocking smile: "You think I don't know what you want to do? ”

Soft was pinched by the neck, didn't speak, didn't want to speak, and only hoped to delay some more time, whether it was an uncle or a mother, the first one can always alleviate the current situation.

......

In the pitch-black quagmire, Tao Ming, who originally had only one skull left, regrew his limbs and facial features, but he looked a little infiltrating, all of which were made of moss.

Slowly, the heartbeat began to start again in the chest cavity that the moss had grown, "bang", "bang", more and more clearly, more and more powerful.

The moss is still spreading around, using all the souls in the quagmire as nourishment for Tao Ming's recovery.

At first, this behavior was disorderly, chaotic, and slow, but when Tao Ming regained his heartbeat, his subconscious began to command these mosses to attack the city, and the speed increased considerably.

It's just that the quagmire is too deep, and there are too many souls in it, and every time he absorbs one, Tao Ming has to feel the experience of this soul.

Those who were able to come to this place, without exception, all died tragically.

Tao Ming's brain rushed through the lives of countless souls, all kinds of joys and sorrows, all kinds of joys and sorrows, all kinds of goodness and beauty, all kinds of evil and ugly, whether she liked it or not, she had to accept it all.

Until she heard Soft Soft calling to herself: "Mom, come on, I can't hold on." ”

The innate instinct prompted Tao Ming to speed up the absorption more and more, and just wanted to open her eyes as soon as possible to protect her baby softness.

The more anxious he was, the more he found that the quagmire was unfathomable, Tao Ming couldn't help but shed a tear, but he didn't expect that this tear seeped into the moss and accelerated the growth rate of the moss.

Dongyang, who was trapped on the ground, immediately felt that there was a change underground, and while he was puzzled, he was also a little surprised.

Of course, the clay man also noticed this, and his soft hand loosened slightly: "What did you do?"

Coughed softly and violently, and it took a while to ease up, with an innocent face: "I've been under your nose, what can I do?"

The mud man threw the soft on the ground and tied it up, raised his head and glanced at the soldiers in front of him, waved his hand casually, and the ground suddenly turned into a quagmire, and tens of thousands of soldiers except for a few who reacted quickly and flew up, the rest of them were all stuck in the quagmire, and there was no movement with a miserable howl.

The clay man waved his hand again, and those in the sky were also dragged into the mire and became part of the mire.

Sunan Xing was carried by the person next to him and also fell in, and just when he thought he was going to die, he felt a gentle power and wrapped himself.

In the dark, Su Nanxing reached out and touched it, there was softness in the roughness, and there were some particles in the slippery, I really couldn't figure out what it was.

The clay man felt his strength slowly disappearing, and was furious, "What the hell have you done?"

Soft or innocent: "What can I do?"

"I'll clean you up when I get back!"

The clay figure disappeared in place as he spoke, Beiming opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the soft: "Is it a dream?"

Soft replied angrily: "What kind of dream? That's my mother, Tao Ming!"

Dongyang had a stomach full of words that he wanted to say, but his mouth was sealed, and he could only make a "woo woo" sound.

A flame erupted from Soft Soft's body, burning the shackles that bound him, and walked to the top of Dongyang's head and squatted: "I'll help you burn it?" ”

Compared to not being able to speak, what is the pain? Dongyang said "mmmm" a few times, indicating that he was not afraid of pain.