Because the ink demon awakened too late in his spiritual sense, many spells were not practiced at all, and his talent was not good, and he had no friends in the same clan.

The only thing that makes her happy is that over the years, she has also set foot in many famous mountains and rivers, and is familiar with a lot of plants and trees, especially with the ghost grass of Niushou Mountain and the Zhizhu (Note 1) of Tohu Mountain, and she has never had any depression in her mentality.

Yes, at this moment, when she fell into such an inexplicable field, her body was cold, and her spiritual sense was stiff, she could still talk about it**:

Since she has struggled hard and has not had any life, it is obvious that the Heavenly Dao has another arrangement, so why don't she go down according to the arrangement of the Heavenly Dao.

Saying that people are determined to win the heavens is usually just a trick set up by the Heavenly Dao, throughout the ages, those who can win the heavens, let alone mortals, even if they are the powerful people of the Heavenly Clan, the Demon Clan, and the Demon Clan, I have never heard of anyone who has made a note on this merit.

Since the mighty can't disobey the will of heaven, why should she, a little demon whose spiritual consciousness has just been opened for less than a thousand years, bother herself?

Maybe it was her supremacy of the Heavenly Dao that really touched a certain weak nerve of the Heavenly Dao, and just when Mo Xiaoyou counted the number of ice scabs outside her body to nine, she was actually swallowed into her stomach by a turtle at the bottom of the lake.

However, at this time, she was already wrapped in a thick layer of ice, and she could not distinguish anything from the outside world at all, except for the red and white blood lines in the turtle's body and the constant croaking sound of its internal organs, which allowed her to tell where she was.

The world is like this, she can distinguish it, she doesn't want to understand; She can't tell it, but she needs to understand it after all.

For example, there should have been an indistinguishable entry in her life book at this time - Xuan Turtle was 9,998 years old, and saved the life of a reincarnation demon Mo with his own stomach and intestines, and Yu Mo had the grace to save his life.

Even if she was expelled by the turtle somewhere, it cannot be denied that she was rescued from the water of the feather pool by the turtle a moment before the feathering.

The little demon sighed a little melancholy, moved his body, which was still wrapped in three layers of ice, and rolled stiffly to the shallows on the edge of the Feather Pool, intending to wash himself.

However, this year she seemed destined for a bad year, and as soon as she had washed herself from the shallows, she heard a birdsong from afar, and a birdbird with blue and red eyes, and a long tail of feathers dragging behind her, strolled leisurely.

At that time, the ink demon had just been quietly dirty, and the ice that wrapped its round stone body reflected the warm sunlight into colorful light, which was directly reflected in the eyes of the peacock who liked all kinds of beautiful things.

Its light red eyes suddenly shot out a strange brilliance, and in a few flicks of its wings covered with cyan feathers, the tender yellow bird's claws stepped on the body of the ink demon.

Although the hole bird is covered in green feathers, it is a genuine descendant of the phoenix genus, and it has a fire on its body. The ink demon, who was already stiff, was smoked by this scorching fire, and suddenly fainted.

After the fainting, the stone body was in pain, and the ink demon realized that the hole bird had already circled the sky, and she was in its claws at this moment.

Perhaps her ice scab is too ornate, which makes this hole bird really liking, and holding her claws is also practical.

However, the ice scab on the outer layer of the ink demon god was originally spawned by the water of the feather pool, and at this time, she was taken away from the feather pool, and the body temperature of the hole bird was not low, and the grasp of the claws was too tight.

So, on the altitude of thousands of miles, there was a slight "click", and then the hole bird was shocked to find that the original crystal clear pebbles under his claws were only a small half of the crystal at this time, and the other half of the ink had fallen from the sky.

"Could it be that my claws are now sharp?!"

The peacock unbelievably spread its tender yellow paws, and as it thought, let out a long cry of joy, then spread its wings, flicked its long tail feathers behind it, and headed south.

Before the ink demon could say goodbye to the ice in the bird's claws, he was once again surrounded by a top-heavy sense of weightlessness.

She rolled to the ground almost dizzily and finally ...... With a click, it seemed to be pressed against a rather resilient plant, and in the moment of dizziness, she seemed to see the patriarch striding towards her with red eyes......