With the addition of the ink demon, the situation in the field changed immediately. It's not because someone follows the adrenaline rush of "opposites attract", but because the ink demon raised his hand and used several protective enchantments as a hood, protecting him from head to wing.

After five years of precipitation, the ink demon has come up with several ways to strengthen the strength of the protective enchantment, even if the sky thunders at this time, the ink demon's protective shield can resist one or two.

What's more, whether it is the wind girl or the bat, they are not better than the speed, and the blade of the scimitar cannot be compared with the heavenly thunder, Kong Lingyu does not have to worry about defense, he only needs to catch up with the enemy and cut, so he is naturally more and more brave.

He was just beaten by a few people like a lost dog, with the evil temperament of Kong, if he didn't chase them at this time and let them be ugly, it must be that he was sick.

Mo Xiaodemon sat on a piece of yellow sand, looking at the mighty appearance of Kong Lingyu running alone with three people in the sky, and couldn't help but sigh - where is this temperament that must be repaid, like a phoenix blood? It's obviously the blood of the dragon clan!

Compared with the Wind Girl and the Bat, the scimitar is obviously more bloody, the two short knives intersect with the weapons formed by Kong Lingyu's flames from time to time, making a clanging sound, these two scimitars are also weird, they can compete with Luan Niao Luanhuo, but his body is much more fragile, and human blood is constantly falling from the sky, staining the hot sand grains, making a "snort" sound.

The one-sided tilt above gradually made the ink demon lose interest, but the fragments in the dream of the three people who were trapped by her with the dream induction technique were a little interesting.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she pulled out a dusty ball from the cloth bag she had been carrying behind her.

Under the light of the sun, the inside of this round ball suddenly churned, and then a little black gradually expanded, and from a distance, it seemed that the ink demon was holding a person's eyeball in his hand.

"Let's try this madman to refine the Ten Thousand Realms Realm!" Mo Xiaoyou smiled, the eyeball in her hand can not only record the real scene like a video recorder, but also the dream can be recorded together.

"Bang!" With a sound, Mo Xiaoyou's reputation was heard, and the "eyeballs" in his hand also "looked" at it, and he saw the scimitar with a depressed face, lying in the yellow sand in embarrassment, soaked with red blood all over his body, and his two arms had been cut off by Kong Lingyu.

"Want to grow it again...... Why do you want hundreds of years......" Mo Xiaoyou commented from the eyes of the demon clan. Then, as she pronounced the incantation, a layer of blood red appeared around the scimitar, and the blood that had been flowing out of him surrounded him.

"You can't die that way. It's not against Daddy's instructions. ”

After the ink demon finished muttering in his mouth, he heard two "bangs" in the distance, and turned his head to look, and the wind girl and the bat were also lying on their stomachs or fainting in the desert at this time. In the same way, the limbs of these two men were also discarded.

Mo Xiaoyou's old trick was to surround the two of them with their own blood, so that when their rescue came, at least their lives would not be lost.

Mo Xiaoyou nodded in satisfaction with his act of helping others. Kong Lingyu came to the back of Mo Xiaoyou, and naturally saw her act of "saving lives and helping the wounded", and said very approvingly: "I also think that they are cheaper to die." ”

"Shh Mo Xiaoyou hurriedly turned his head and made a silent movement, and pointed to the eyeball that was recording everything, and then his eyes suddenly glowed and looked at the blue and purple mist in front of him.