These four puppets are different in what they are good at, and they know how to cooperate with each other, so they are obviously several high-level puppets with independent consciousness.

Four puppets against one ink demon, even if the strength of the puppets is less than half of Kong Lingyu's, it is enough to make the ink demon scramble.

What's more, she also had to take care of Kong Lingyu - neither too far away to expose his location, nor too close enough to make the battle affect him. For a while, Mo Xiaoyou himself was a little dilemma.

Zhang Sibo saw that Wu Wu had already started, and he no longer hesitated, the spell in his mouth changed, and a layer of misty colorful colors flew out.

As a result, the situation of the ink demon is becoming more and more difficult. Although she is not interested in illusion techniques, Zhang Sibo's seven-colored light has a trace of devouring attribute, and as soon as she touches her enchantment, it is like seeing a swarm of nectar, and she devours it selflessly.

The four puppets took turns to attack non-stop, Zhang Sibo's illusion devouring, and the maintenance of the enchantment around Kong Lingyu's body made Mo Xiaoyou's face paler and paler. Although she has a lot of demonic power, at this time, the consumption is not only demonic power, but also her spiritual power.

Just when her face was becoming more and more pale and her spiritual power was gradually drying up, the sudden vigorous aura of Luanhuo behind her made a smile reappear on her face.

A cyan flame suddenly appeared in Zhang Sibo's place, interrupting his spell at the same time, seven or eight small fire balls instantly exploded, three of which entangled Zhang Sibo, two went straight to the dead, and the remaining two or three went straight to the puppets guarding the three of them.

"You really think I'm dead." The playful and sarcastic tone suddenly made the atmosphere on the field condense, and even the soul sail in Wuxian's hand was slow, and the ink demon took the opportunity to hurriedly retreat, hitting a wall of flesh.

Immediately after him, the ink demon felt that he was being held in someone's arms again. She gritted her teeth and whispered, "There are too many puppets without mercy, I tie myself in your arms, right?" ”

Kong Lingyu nodded when he heard this, this method was practiced by them, and it was specially designed to deal with critical situations, so that Kong Lingyu could free his hands and attack more calmly.

It's just that the ink demon who was tied to him felt that he was going to hang up because of lack of oxygen every time, so he was extremely resistant to fighting together in this way, but now the situation is urgent, and she can't help but be squeamish.

"Kong Lingyu, you were hiding here just now?" Zhang Sibo finally extinguished the three green flames, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the movement of Mo Xiaodemon tying himself to Kong Lingyu.

Squinted dangerously, he didn't expect that Kong Lingyu would be able to hold his breath so calmly.

"Guess!" Kong Lingyu blinked narrowly, successfully causing Mo Xiaoyou to laugh out loud. Even Bian Que, who had a faint breath, raised his head at this time, looked in the direction of the two and smiled.

"Stop talking nonsense.

Wu Wu shouted with a disgraced face, unlike Zhang Sibo, he himself did not have any combat effectiveness, the puppet was entangled by the other three groups of Luan Fire, which made him hide from the two groups of Luan Fire before It can be described as extremely embarrassing, the original fair and handsome face had two scratches at this time, and the hair was not messy, and there was no hairstyle at all.

Mo Xiaoyou finally tied himself up, and when she turned around, she saw him looking embarrassed, and she had to say two words of ridicule with her personality, pulling a little hatred, but before she could speak, she suddenly felt an extreme danger, and while her subordinates were frequently sealed, she shouted in her mouth: "Don't use more spiritual power, retreat!" Fast! ”