150. The truth is not distinguished

After seeing the ink pupil, Feng Weiyang was startled at first, and then smiled happily with a mouthful of big white teeth.

He knew that as long as he persevered, he would meet Mo Tong, and as long as he persevered, he would succeed! It's like he tried his best to save Xiaobai! He did it and succeeded!

Just when Feng Weiyang grabbed Mo Tong's hand and felt that the merits of this life were complete, Mo Tong suddenly relaxed, and the whole person pounced forward half a step, Feng Weiyang couldn't react, and because he was carrying Xia Yu (body shēn) on his back, he dragged Xiaobai sideways, and fell back into the puddle with a thud.

Mo Tong only felt that the vest was cold, and his mouth tightened, and an inexplicable warm current gushed from the (chest xiōng) cavity and flowed out of his throat.

It's not stomach acid, it's a mouthful of old blood.

Feng Weiyang looked at Mo Tong, and her blood-stained lips added a touch of beauty to her unpowdered plain makeup. The ice blue crystal that gradually expands at the mouth of the (chest xiōng) is a beautiful embroidery under the embroiderer's hand, adding a touch of agility to the serious and dull black of one (身 shēn).

It's just that this touch of agility is a bit heart-wrenching.

Mo Tong turned his head and looked at Feng Yiling who shot not far away, Ye Jian was in front of Feng Yiling to the left, and a woman in black stood slightly behind them in the middle. The appearance of the woman in black was quite familiar, and the memory that she couldn't remember for a while made Mo Tong frown a little unpleasantly.

Feng Weiyang looked confused ((forced bī) bī, looked at Mo Tong and then at Feng Yiling, and the woman in black on the side of Feng Yiling (body shēn) was also clearly visible. He was already confused ((forced bī)bī), and he was even more confused ((forced bī)bī).

Feng Yiling glanced at the ink pupil standing by the puddle, there was a little coldness and anger in his eyes, and said to Feng Weiyang:

"Ayan, come here."

Feng Weiyang, who didn't know what was going on, looked at Feng Yiling's side, and then at the ink pupils, and in his perception, the two ink pupils were actually real! It seems that this artificial fake ability to sneak up on them is also outstanding!

Seeing that Feng Weiyang was still stunned in the puddle, Feng Yiling waved his hand and hit Mo Tong with a wave of frost. At the same time, the woman in black raised her right hand, her index finger curled slightly, and pointed towards the ink pupil, and ice and fire swept towards the ink pupil.

With a wave of his left hand, he blocked the two attacks, and with a tap of his toes, he quickly swept back.

The woman in black was about seventeen or eighteen years old, her face was green and tender, full of collagen, and her delicate face was as delicate as a flower without powder, which had her own flavor. The eyes that are as black as ink are like stars and jade, revealing a faint alienation and mystery. Even though she didn't have too much expression on her face, the faint charm still emanated between her eyebrows and lips.

Like a poison, it always has an attractive and deadly beautiful outer packaging.

It is said that the old cow (love ài) eats tender grass, and it is true at all.

This is the woman Feng Yiling hooked up with when she hooked up?

In this fantasy?

Didn't he come out of the closet and like Qin Anmoxibustion?

If real people are fickle, they can change their hearts when they see a beautiful woman, and they can't control themselves, just like the stinky master who died in the end. The portrait of the master hanging in the secret room doesn't look like that at all!

Ay!

Seeing that Feng Weiyang was still standing in the puddle, at both ends of the first rat, as if he didn't know who to choose, Feng Yiling said again anxiously:

"Come here, her

It's not the ink pupil. ”

"It's fake!"

The ink pupil standing on a flower with her toes was stunned, is her senior brother getting more and more blind? She's not Ink Pupil, so who is that?

The woman in black raised her hand again and pointed at the ink pupil, and the ink pupil, who was almost in sync, also subconsciously raised her finger back. The two flames met in the air and exploded into a colorful splendor like fireworks.

Looking at the face of the woman in black, Mo Tong always felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it. It wasn't until Feng Yiling held her hand and the two joined forces to send out a double heaven of ice and fire that Mo Tong reacted, and suddenly felt his heart stagnate, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out three zhang away, and then he took the ice and fire attack stiffly. Woca is no wonder she is so familiar, it turns out that she is Mo Tong!

Looking at the face of the woman in black, Mo Tong felt inexplicably annoying.

Since she woke up from a coma, the old man had blood lines on the corners of his lips, and his face was melancholy and pale, like an aunt who had been here for half a year, and he congratulated her on having a demon immortality and a childlike face forever. Don't thank him, please call him master.

Since then, there has been a relationship with Feng Yiling's brother and sister.

Since then, she has rarely looked in the mirror, rarely cared about her appearance, anyway, the years passed, and her appearance would always be fixed in that moment, immortal, until she died completely.

It turns out that the unchanging face without joy and sorrow is so annoying.

The ink pupil secretly melted away all the ice crystals that bloomed at her mouth, and even though she hated the unchanging layer of Mu Ran, she still didn't intend to change. The black eyes that seemed to be empty and godless in the dead well revealed the contempt of the gods, and looked at Feng Yiling from afar:

"I'm fake, you're real?"

Feng Yiling didn't speak, his eyes glanced at the ink pupil coldly, and he directly raised his sword and slashed it.

The woman in black on the side did not show weakness, and dispatched synchronously with Feng Yiling.

Ye Jian didn't move, just stood on the side and watched the battle, probably thinking that Feng Yiling and Mo Pupil were even, after all, they had already leveled five such "fake ink pupils". Those fake ink pupils were scattered in Feng Yiling's hands after less than two encounters, and it was not his turn to do it at all.

I don't know why these ghosts like to transform into ink pupils, is it because she is beautiful?

In other words, he is also very handsome!

Mo Tong did not directly engage Feng Yiling, but tapped his feet again and swept backwards to avoid his edge.

In the glow of the setting sun, the blood-colored flowers floated in the air, like a sprinkled red rain.

With a flick of his fingers, the small-scale ice for thousands of miles quickly froze the entire reed ((swing dàng) dàng), and the flocculent flowers flying in the sky were also frozen and turned into blue ice crystals. With Feng Yiling's sword qi pointing, the frozen reeds and flocculent flowers were all shattered, and there was not even a slag left, and they disappeared directly into the air.

Lost in the shade of the reeds, the earth reveals brown soil and puddles of water. Mo Tong stood on tiptoe on top of the only flower floating in the air, looking at Feng Yiling coldly, his face displeased.

The feeling (情qíng) is really a dead hand.

"Feng Yiling, you said I was fake."

"Are you sure she's real?"

Seeing that the ink pupil was floating in mid-air intact, Feng Yiling's feet were cohesive, and he rushed forward again, and with a wave of the long sword, a touch of tenderness melted on his face:

"Of course she's real, because she's always been by my side!"

"I've killed several of you like you!"

Feng Yiling said proudly, and smiled softly at the ink pupils who were plundering at the same time as him.

"You're blind!"

Mo Tong threw out the steel soft sword, and as the spiritual power condensed, the sword (body shēn) suddenly skyrocketed to a meter long. This time it was no longer a dodge, but directly met Feng Yiling and stabbed with a sword.

The world's kung fu is only fast and not broken. Girls are generally not as strong as men, so Wei Qi chooses to practice for her with fast as attack and fast as defense. When someone else swings a sword, she will swing seventy **ten swords, or even more.

Since opening the spiritual aperture, the abundant spiritual power has supplemented the disadvantage of lack of physical strength on a certain basis, so she prefers simple slashing without any skills.

Feng Yiling and Mo Tong slashed and slashed ferociously, and seemed to be fighting seriously with all their might, in contrast, the woman in black only participated in two rounds in the battle circle and stopped, and with the blood that was injured by someone in one hand, she began to draw strange spells in the air, and the obscure babbling was like a curse between her lips and teeth.

The two collided violently in the air and separated, and when Feng Yiling fell back to the ground, his feet sank into the ground thirty centimeters, and he ploughed out two thirty-meter-long deep grooves to stabilize his (body shēn) shape. The right hand, and even the entire arm, were a little numb, and the tiger's mouth had been cracked open by the shock, and blood continued to seep out along the lines of the skin.

On the other side, Mo Tong landed directly in a puddle, and more potential energy that had no time to buffer made her sit down directly. Fortunately, the water was not deep, and it only did not reach the mouth of the (chest xiōng), and the blood gushing out of the (chest xiōng) cavity mixed with muddy water and sank into the earth.

It's a pity that Qin Anmoxibustion is not there, if he sees this blood in the weekdays, he may not be distressed. How many specimens can be made here, maybe you can use the DNA in it to clone an ink pupil out.

It's a shame.

Seeing the ink pupil fall into the puddle, Feng Yiling paused, and all the puddles as far as his eyes could see froze. Fortunately, Feng Weiyang ran fast with Xia Yu on his back, otherwise he would have been frozen.

Looking at the dark blue ice hat that covered thousands of miles, and the ink pupils that were frozen in ice, Feng Weiyang's heart was full of mixed feelings. She's not really a black pupil, just a fake one transformed into a ghost. However, if there is an ink pupil left by his side, he is willing to do it even if it is fake!

Is it all over?

This ink pupil will turn into gray smoke like the previous five?

Ye Jian looked at the ink pupils in Yan Bing, and his eyes did not blink. His intuition told him that it wasn't that simple!

Sure enough, a strong bewitching scarlet fire suddenly boiled, and the ink pupils stood in the flames, reflecting the blood-colored remnant sun, like a Shura from hell.

The woman in black, who had been chanting a spell and drawing a charm on one side for a long time, suddenly stopped, and a shallow smile spread from her lips.

The blood-colored remnant sun vanished, the sky turned to a deep black, and the ground beneath his feet began to rise with thick smoke, and all the puddles of water frozen by the blue ice crystals turned into smoky, tumbling scarlet

Magma.

Ye Jian stomped his feet, the heat from the ground made his leather shoes melt, this is not an ordinary fire, even if he is a fire genus (sex xìng) can't stand this scorching dryness (heat rè) and smoke.

Feng Weiyang and the three of them on the side were even worse, they had already fallen to the ground and were about to hit the street.

The woman in black looked at Mo Tong, her eyes were cold, as if Mo Tong was already a dead person, full of disdain. With her gestures, huge strange hands stretched out from the hot magma.

Slowly, the huge body behind the giant hand crawled out of the magma. Four giants, no less than twenty meters tall, stood in front of the ink pupils, wearing golden armor formed by flames. As they rubbed their hands, several huge and dazzling sparks fell. The sky began to rise with the appearance of the giants, and in the black swirl, lightning continued to roar.

Mo Tong's face appeared solemn.

I didn't expect this woman who was pretending to be her to be able to drive the Fire Giant.

Listening to the command of the woman in black, those fire giants pounced on the ink pupils one after another.

Ye Jian, who was standing in the Fengyiling enchantment, looked at the woman in black, the meaning in her eyes was unclear, but it was more shocked. Is she already that strong? Playing with fire like this is also considered the best!

It seems that the minister will only be abused in the future!

(End of chapter)