100. The Blood Realm is coming

Standing on the edge of a 50-meter-high platform, Mo Tong changed the child from holding to carrying, straightened his arms and let go, "Here you go!" ”

Woca, not only women want to scold their mothers, but even blood skulls and even people who are lucky enough to be alive here want to scold their mothers, shouldn't they resist stubbornly and bargain for a while? It's not bad to see what you're capable of! Just succumbed to it? Isn't it too hasty for a 40-story building to say let go of it?

The woman naturally couldn't rush to snatch the child, only the blood skull was frantically chanting the spell, who let the ink pupil throw the child just outside his devouring range!

The child fell faster and faster, and when he saw that he was about to break his bones, and everyone's hearts were pinched, he disappeared again. The Blood Skull's spell swooped on the ground, and he was once again fucked in a daze.

Xingji didn't expect Mo Tong to rush over with the child in her arms, although she was really panicked by her strong strength, but this panic only flashed, and was replaced by a strange smile from her lips. If that person wants to be investigated, it is deduced that she was killed by the Blood Skull King, and that person can't blame her (身shēn) if he wants to!

Pressing the switch of the jade shard enchantment planted under the skin of the left wrist, the broken jade shards that rotted on the ground suddenly gathered to form a transparent enchantment.

The swooping ink pupil couldn't avoid it, and rushed straight into the enchantment with the child in his arms.

Although this is the trick that the person confessed to use to clean up the blood skull, she doesn't mind using it against this person named Mo Tong ((贱 jiàn)jiàn)!

After a while, the ink pupil that rushed into the enchantment was nailed by a Xuanguang feather arrow to the position of an inch below the clavicle of the left shoulder, and the child came out of his hand and flew straight towards the devouring range of the blood skull.

The ink pupil was also carried by the potential energy of the Xuanguang Feather Arrow and flew towards the devouring range of the Blood Skull.

The woman smiled, this Xuanguang Feather Arrow was not only quenched with poison, but also attached to the strongest restriction given by that person, Rao is a great god, and he also has to take off a layer of skin!

The ink pupil who noticed the strangeness of the body was shocked, and immediately concentrated on it, but he couldn't use half of his spiritual power, and a sense of powerlessness suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, and this feeling of powerlessness was very bad!

Seeing that Mo Tong (身 shēn) was abnormal, Feng Yiling, who came in time, immediately stepped forward and grabbed Mo Tong. Although the momentum of the Xuanguang Feather Arrow was neutralized, it failed to pull the child back from the left hand of the Ink Pupil. Under the action of object inertia (sex xìng), the child falls into the devouring range of the blood skull and is devoured in seconds.

The blood-colored array that spread out from under the blood skull instantly expanded several times in the air, almost covering half of the sky, as if it was alive because of the child's entry into this blood-colored array! Waves of red energy continued to roll along the blood-colored array, spurring out terrifying black lightning. Everything touched by black lightning turns into smoke!

"The Blood Realm is coming!"

For a while, the demon wind was everywhere, blowing wildly, the violent energy was surging everywhere, and the dark cloud vortex that had been stationary in the sky spun wildly again, and it was funnel-shaped into the blood-colored array, and everything in the world was swept into the blood-colored array with the surging demon wind, and finally swallowed by the blood skull.

"How's it going, can you still run?" Feng Yi Mausoleum

Putting down the ink pupil asked.

Mo Tong nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

Feng Yiling touched his head and killed, "You run first, and we will chase after you!" "Now go back (body shēn) to save Xiaobai, who is already in danger and barely supported by a steel bar, Xia Yu.

The survivors who barely survived before were no longer lucky, and with the yellow sand and dust, they all fell into the range of the blood skull devouring, and the same ones were lucky Ji and Little Braid.

"My lord, what's going on?"

Floating in the air (body shēn), Yukihime Hana, who was also barely supported by a steel bar, asked with a pale.

The blood skull devoured everything with its huge mouth open, and as the more energy it devoured, the clearer and more materialized the blood skull became, and the mixing of thousands of square dance music in unison became clear and textured, and it seemed quite satisfied with all this:

"Isn't this the kind of immortality you want?"

"Turning into the energy of this king, fusing with this king, immortality, isn't it immortality?"

Yukihime still wanted to argue about something, but as the steel bar broke, it was swept into the devouring range of the blood skull, and it was instantly cut into countless pieces by the turbulent black lightning in the blood-colored array, and disappeared.

There is no longer the longest road in this world than this road of immortality!

The blood-colored array continued to expand, and everything in the world that was sucked into it was mixed with black thunder and lightning to form a huge land tornado, wrapping the blood skull, constantly roaring, rolling, and devouring.

Looking at Feng Yiling and the others who were retrograde in the turbulence away from the devouring range, the blood skull that was getting closer and closer to materialization was obviously not happy that the duck flying away, and once again summoned the pet hydra to chase Feng Yiling and the others.

Ink Pupil, who was also in the midst of the raging turmoil, was targeted by several thoughtless skeleton puppets who came from the darkness. Looking at the skeleton puppet that was coming straight for him, Mo Pupil, who was about to run to death, stopped.

Raising his hand to pull out the feather arrow on his left shoulder, the pain caused by the blood (flesh ròu) splitting made cold sweat break out on Mo Tong's forehead. Blood continued to drip down the drooping left hand, and the wound with blurred blood (flesh) did not heal due to the departure of the arrow, but only enlarged the damaged area of the wound.

One of the consequences of [forced stripping] is the separation of the spirit from the **, unable to mobilize energy to repair the body, even if the soul is immortal, the body will be corrupted. Coupled with the poison on the arrow, Mo Tong seems to be able to foresee his fate-

After silently greeting everyone who could think of possible enemies in his heart, he threw out the steel soft sword and slashed at the skeleton puppet that rushed straight at him.

Before the soft sword could touch the skeleton puppet's body, it pierced straight through, slashing through the air, and the ink pupil quickly retreated, avoiding the puppet's rotten corpse qi.

Mo Tong turned his head to look at Feng Yiling, and especially wanted to scream for help, but unfortunately Feng Yiling was entangled by the nine-headed snake and had no time to be distracted.

It seems that because of the materialization of the blood skull, the nine-headed snake has not only expanded from its body (身shēn), but also enhanced its ability, and its nine heads can actually spit out energy attacks of nine genera (sex xìng) respectively! Feng Yiling has to fight against the nine heads of the nine-headed snake on the one hand, and at the same time, he has to choose the right direction to escape in a frenzied wind, which is really good

Busy.

I saw that Feng Yiling had just taken Xiaobai out of a big pit, and after (body shēn), a snake head B bit with a bloody basin, and the snake head A in front of him was brewing a ball of flame (desire yù) spray, the snake head C on the left had released black thunder and lightning, and the snake head D on the right stared at Xia Yu on the side of Feng Yiling (body shēn), and the snake head E, F, and G blocked the remaining upper, middle and lower three roads, and there was a snake head H with its huge blood (flesh ròu) body falling from the sky and smashing out a huge pit.

Feng Yiling pulled Xia Yu to carry Xiaobai for a few meters away, and another wave of skills was thrown into the air, making the nine-headed snake angry.

This lowly human being, the little man who hides like a fly, has completely provoked it, and it will not believe in evil unless it tears them into scum!

The nine-headed serpent pounced again, and Feng Yiling took advantage of the gap between the escapes to sacrifice his staff and give a long-range attack.

However, this attack not only shook the snake for half a minute, but was swallowed by the snake head of one of the dark matter genera (sex xìng), and then the snake head chewed this mass of energy twice and spit it out, Feng Yiling and Xiaobai Xia Yu were blown up.

The devouring range of the blood-colored array is getting bigger and bigger, and in this surging wind of energy, for those who practice supernatural abilities, there is still the power of self-preservation, for Xiaobai Xia Yu, almost three souls have lost one and a half souls, and what is left is also dead or alive. Coupled with the nine strange attack genera of the nine-headed snake (sex xìng), for a while, Feng Yiling couldn't find a way to crack it.

If there were no Xiaobai Xia Yu and the others, they might be able to do it against the nine-headed snake, and now-

The ink pupil was also struggling with the skeleton puppet.

At this moment, the violent energy surging between heaven and earth stopped, the blood-colored array stopped turning, the dust fell to the ground, the ownerless things also landed, the blood-colored flowers all over the ground disappeared, the blood skulls also disappeared, and the deserted city full of barren sand and abandoned houses turned into a black desert.

The oblique moon is like a hook, the faint silver bloom pours down from the sky, and the secluded castle floats in a black mist, and it is strange and solemn under the moonlight. The towering minaret, clad in several white skulls, shimmered with an eerie green light through its hollow eye holes.

Under the black mist, a sea of blood was gurgling and bubbling, and the strong rancid and fishy smell stimulated every cold hair and every cell of this person.

The nine-headed serpent was no longer entangled with Feng Yiling, and quickly swam towards the dark castle, and several skeleton puppets did not fight with the ink pupils, and instantly turned into black smoke and disappeared.

Feng Yiling took the opportunity to finish drawing the Shenxing charm, pasted it on Xiaobai and Xia Yu (身shēn) respectively, and recited the spell to lay down an enchantment to send the two away.

Mo Tong panted for breath with his sword, and the inexplicable feeling of dizziness made his eyes appear black for a short time, and the wound on his left shoulder was still oozing blood, but the color had turned dark black, and the (flesh) on the edge of the wound had begun to stink and rot.

Feng Yiling instantly (body shēn) to the side of the ink pupil (body shēn), he didn't expect the arrow wound of the ink pupil to be so serious, and at the moment he sealed his blood qi running (acupoint xué) channel, but it was useless at all, and when he explored, he found that the spiritual power on the ink pupil (body shēn) had all disappeared.

At this time, she is no different from an ordinary person!

How so? Is it the problem with the arrow?

"Xiaomo, how do you feel?" Feng Yiling stretched out his hand to hold the ink pupil that shook (desire yù) fall,

"What's going on with your spiritual powers?"

Mo Tong shook her head, she didn't know what was going on.

"Then I'll send you away now!" Feng Yiling raised his hand to make a seal but was stopped by Mo Tong, the main protagonist has already appeared, how can they who are watching the play go!

The nine-headed serpent had nine heads together and floated out of the castle in the shape of a chair, and on the chair sat a man with black hair and red clothes and a delicate face (delicate jiāo). A pair of narrow and lazy peach blossom eyes stared at Feng Yiling and Mo Tong and said contemptuously:

"Two ignorant little things, seeing that this king is so wonderful and exquisite, and the true (body shēn) who oppresses the group of fangs, they don't kneel down yet, come over (lick tiǎn)tiǎn) feet!"

Ink Pupil: ......

Feng Yiling: ......

Hydra: King, you have a lot of taste!

"Why, do you want to die, still standing? Well? The man's rather lazy voice rose a few points and rose a few tones to express anger. The pointed orchid finger on the chin pointed her hair forward, "Little ones, give them some color and see!" ”

(End of chapter)