485, soul projection

In the wind and rain, the hull of the ship was constantly jolting and drifting, shaking around, Feng Yiling looked worriedly at the direction of the cabin where Mo Tong was resting, for fear that those things they couldn't see would hurt Mo Tong, so he asked, "What are they doing?" ”

Zi Shuye grabbed the mast and barely stood up, looked at Mo Tong's side, wiped a handful of water on his face, "I'm dying!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a demonic fire suddenly burst out of the cabin where Mo Tong was resting. Almost in the blink of an eye, the red demon fire burned the entire cabin, and even burned arrogantly to the deck. The pouring rain didn't seem to be rain at all, not only did it not suppress the red flame by half a minute, but it even contributed to the flame's burning tendency.

The scorching heat drove away the cloudy damp cold, and after the cabin was burned to slag, another pillar of red and black flames soared into the sky and exploded with a "bang".

The red demon fire burned in the clouds, and under the burning of the demon fire, the rain was evaporated, the dense dark clouds dispersed, the running thunder and lightning stopped, and even the bumpy ship stopped shaking.

Dark clouds, thunder and lightning rushing, terrifying darkness, like a hellish sky into layer after layer, the color is quite beautiful, gray in white, white in pink, pink in pink clouds.

The sky was calm, but the ship was not.

The flames were still burning, and the ink pupils stood in the center of the flames, like a phoenix reborn from the flames, dressed in red, with white hair and eyes, as black as ink. The wings of the fire feather butterfly closed one after another behind her, and countless flame spirit butterflies jumped out of the flames, beside the ink pupil, in the flames, in all the places where there was no light, where all the flames had not yet reached, and exploded one after another red fireworks, like salute fireworks that bloomed in the night sky during the festival.

The red demon fire, nothing spontaneously combusted, whether it was in the air in the distance, or the ship they were on, or in the rough and tumbling water, as far as the eye could see, it was covered by flames.

The Flame Spirit Butterflies continued to explode, chasing after those transparent crystal bubbles, chasing and striking fiercely.

Zi Shuye shook his head, looking at those crystal bubbles who were burned to death by the demon fire, almost wishing that they had never appeared, and sighed.

Is it bad to be alive?

Well, no, they are long gone, it should be said, just like before, peaceful, peaceful, peaceful, free, isn't it good? Why do you have to die? But no one who dies will die well!

For those crystal bubbles, Zi Shuye expressed sincere sympathy with his eyes.

Seeing that a cluster of flames suddenly burst out of the surroundings, the Purple Night Ghost raised his hand and touched it, and was decisively burned by the cluster of flames-

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!

It's not an illusion, this demonic fire in the sky, the weird red flame that spontaneously combusts out of nothing, is real!

Looking at Mo Tong's unchanged face, very beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and extremely delicate facial features, Zi Shuye was secretly a little lucky, fortunately she was not her enemy! The strength of this Terran powerhouse has transcended their understanding.

Seeing the appearance of the ink pupil, on the deck, the three people who were drenched by the storm also had their own feelings.

Although they all called Mo Tong's name at the same time, the names were different-

"Little ink."

"Ink Pupil."

"Dead girl."

The one who called Mo Tong Xiaomo was naturally Feng Yiling, and Feng Yiling at this moment looked at Mo Tong with mixed feelings, after all, Mo Tong directly rejected him with cold and stiff words just now!

It was Feng Weiyang who called the ink pupil, and there was a few points of joy in the ink pupil. After experiencing the demon beads being picked up, Feng Weiyang actually gave up the motivation to live.

In fact, he has always been a scumbag, whether it is facing those dead spirits in the cemetery in the western suburbs, or the female demon who went crazy in the middle of Gao Ling, or a group of mysterious people who suddenly appeared that night and took him captive to the isolated experimental area-

After Mingfei's demon bead was picked up raw, he didn't have the slightest motivation to live. However, Mo Tong wants to be the goddess of light in his fate, always appearing in the darkest moments to save him from the sea of suffering and break free from the mud.

If it weren't for Mo Tong appearing in that experimental area to bring him out, it is safe to say that he would not have today at all, and then fuse with a demon bead, recover his spiritual power, and come back to life!

After fusing with Ming Ning's demon bead, Feng Weiyang woke up and wanted to tell Mo Tong that he was alive again, but he had been hindered by Mo Tong not waking up, and his ninth brother was not leaving an inch, and he was guarding with his clothes untied, so-

Except for Wei Yong, there is no second one in the world who calls the dead girl of the ink pupil.

Wei Yong was a little embarrassed at this moment, although he was still scolding and shouting a moment ago, wanting to bite Mo Tong to death and fight to the death with Mo Tong, however, seeing Mo Tong standing in the sea of fire, just like a queen, domineering, Wei Yong suddenly realized a reality-

The dead girl who once appeared on a desert island for the first time to die or live has grown into a powerful and domineering queen - especially after being condensed by the dark attribute power refined on the octagonal diamond-shaped prison frame!

Under the scorching heat of this demon fire, he is a little too close to maintaining his human form! I feel that this dead girl has a special taste of communiqué and personal vendetta! Isn't it just some kind of undead at sea, who can use such no spiritual power to set fire everywhere?

Fortunately, they were on the sea, and if they were on any mountain, in the primeval forest, there might be one, two, three, four...... The mountain was burned. As the saying goes, set fire to the mountain, and sit at the bottom of the prison. With the deep sin of Mo Tong, she has not set fire to the mountain and won the title of the demon of the world, if she is really caught, I am afraid that she will have to sit through the earth in order to solve the jealousy of those in power.

Hey, to be honest, seeing the current Mo Pupil, not only those who are in power are jealous, Wei Yong feels a little scared!

He suddenly hoped that there would be a tougher one in the world and take care of that dead girl, otherwise, he wouldn't dare to put another fart in front of her in the future! His Ah Ling can't count on it, Ah Ling's love has been given to her, and she will only be spoiled unlimitedly, and she will never care!

Hey, annoyed!

Just after the two Feng clans and the dignified demon dog Lord Wei Yong respectively called their names for Mo Pupil, Mo Tong had not yet responded, and the boat, which had been stable for less than a minute in the wind and rain, suddenly began to jolt again. The colored clouds became black again, and the thunder and lightning ran in the black air again, and the storm and rain fell from the sky with the thunder and lightning.

At the same time, a huge wall of waves formed by black water suddenly obscured the sky from a distance. A huge figure roared behind the waves.

As the wall of the waves approached, countless reds, yellows, blues, whites, greens, purples, ...... The ghost hands are in the waves, their teeth and claws, and there is a tendency to tear them and their ship into slag.

The waves were roaring and surging, and I don't know if it was affected by the black wave wall or if there was some other unknown reason, more skeletons came out of the water waves.

They seemed to have gained life, and as soon as they came out of the waves, they struggled frantically towards their boat, and then used their hands and feet and mouths together, swearing to bite them to death and to smash them.

Among these forest skeletons, there are not only white bones in the shape of humans, but also the white bones of many goblins and monsters that are old and perverted. All the bones were brought to life, revived in the black waves, and rushed desperately towards their ship.

"Where do you want to go, lowly slaves?"

"Do you think this world is a place where you can come when you want and go when you want?"

"Filthy and lowly races, the realm of our gods, do not allow insults from the thieves!"

"It's your honor to meet this king!"

"This king will destroy you on behalf of the Divine Light!"

"All the light of this king, omnipresent, all-pervasive, endless, unresistible, suffer death!"

With a roar, the huge figure squeezed out from behind the wall of black waves, and a strong soul pressure rushed from his side, stronger and stronger, and it was almost impossible to breathe.

The red demon fire that spontaneously combusted everywhere began to extinguish under the coercion of the huge figure, and more white bone skeletons rushed towards them without fear of the threat of the red demon fire.

Mo Tong stood in place, a pair of dark eyes as ink looked coldly at the huge figure, from the information scattered in the storm, she read that this behemoth was actually just a soul projection.

The source of this soul projection is the legendary dragon ancestor who deceived Ming Ning so miserably and made it into a mother's body.

Looking at the giant in front of him, the upper body that was above ten meters above the surface of the water, and the size of a person with just one eye, although the facial features were angular, but the head of the human body was fishtail and three-eyed boy, Feng Weiyang suddenly had a pain in his brain.

Then, in his mind, many blurry images suddenly appeared, almost all of which were related to the huge three-eyed boy in front of him.

From the joy of meeting for the first time, the only one that accompanies each other all year round, the joy of running through the fields of flowers, the throbbing spread under the moon before the flowers, the happiness that you get, the satisfaction you feel - however, tragedy always likes to tear all the good things apart.

The sorrow of drifting away, the sorrow of leaving morality, the sadness of not knowing people, and the despair of helplessness......

In an instant, Feng Weiyang seemed to have experienced all the flavors of the world and experienced countless emotional flows. He didn't understand why so many pictures of the three-eyed boy suddenly appeared in his mind, but he felt that his skull was exploding, and he felt like he was about to die.

"Ahh

"What's wrong?" Hearing Feng Weiyang's unbearable screams, Wei Yong, who was closer to him, just turned around, and saw Feng Weiyang rolling his eyes very indecently and ruining his image.

At this moment, two white bone skeletons crawled to Feng Weiyang's side, stretching out their white bone claws to pinch Feng Weiyang.

Wei Yong spun around, quickly swept to Feng Weiyang's side, kicked one by one, and kicked the two white bone skeletons that were sneaking and pinching people to pieces.

"What's wrong with you?"

Feng Weiyang happened to fall into Wei Yong's arms, then opened his eyes weakly, and said weakly, "My head hurts so much!" ”

"Why do you have a good headache? It is said that the condensed demon bead is ten thousand years old, and it is full of spiritual power, and it is not a problem to nourish your withered soul and small body at all! Is it difficult, or is it a big supplement, your small body can't stand it? ”

Feng Weiyang glanced at Wei Yong weakly, he seemed to be holding his head and howling, but there was no point in doing that.

"I've seen a lot of images about him."

"Him?" Wei Yong looked at the three-eyed boy who was holding up his big hand to pluck the sun in the sky, and was about to beat them to death, frowning and wondering, "Do you know him?" ”

Feng Weiyang felt that he could have a heart attack, he knew him as a ghost!

In Feng Weiyang's heart attack and had nothing to say about Wei Yong's magical brain circuit, Feng Yiling sacrificed Wei Qi's staff, and solved Wei Yong's confusion for Feng Weiyang, "The picture you see about him should be Ming Ning's memory." ”

"Because Ming Ning gave you the demon bead."

While Feng Yiling was answering questions, the huge three-eyed boy suddenly felt out of nowhere an extremely bright and dazzling ball of light.

A stronger coercion descended from the dazzling eyeball, Feng Yiling turned his head to look at the ink pupil who was still standing in the sea of fire, and decisively held the staff and walked towards the ink pupil.

Feng Weiyang and Wei Yongju stretched out their hands, but unfortunately, Feng Yiling was not retained.