The ink demon sighed in resignation, and the power of the demon soul that had been cultivated for tens of thousands of years spread outward, and suddenly the spirit ship that had been impetuous before sank downward.

Whether it was the previous transmission or the sharp provocation later, it disappeared without a trace at this time.

At this point, this spirit boat can't stay.

It's just that she won't put these people in front of the cloud beast like this, so before the captain of this ship entered the cabin to request, Mo Xiaoyou had already pulled Xuan Qing's front legs, and then put his arm around Mu Qianchou's body, and walked along the door to the side of the ship.

Although Xuan Qing reacted very slowly, it didn't mean that he didn't understand Mo Xiaoyou's thoughts. After so many years of companionship, Xuan Qing can be said to know Mo Xiaoyou better than anyone else.

She looks high-flying on the surface, but on the inside she doesn't want to owe anyone half a point. Since she had almost caused danger to the entire ship because of her previous recklessness, she naturally would not back down at this time.

But these people obviously spoke disrespectfully to her before! Xuan Qing will not go against Mo Xiaoyou's original intention of not caring, but he can express his dissatisfaction.

It followed the ink demon slowly, and every step on the board of the ship made those who saw it worry that it would overturn the spirit ship.

As soon as the ink demon stepped out of the cabin, he received the eyes of many people.

She was dressed in black and black hat, which was particularly eye-catching, coupled with a beautiful woman in red in her arms, and she walked without squinting, as if she was born with pride not to take these people in her eyes.

In addition, the turtle behind him who almost squeezed the hatch of the ship, also took exactly the same figure-eight steps, unhurriedly treating this spirit ship as his own back garden to be transformed.

One person and one turtle, every step almost added a shadow to the hearts of those immortal cultivators on the ship.

There were a few cabins that were not cultivated enough, and even when Xuan Qing stepped onto the board of the ship for the last time, he spat out a mouthful of blood in his heart, so as to suppress the discomfort caused by this sound wave.

Mo Xiaoyou didn't know about Xuan Qing's small movements, but she didn't stop it.

After all, as the ancestor of the demon clan, Xuanqing has his own pride.

In this regard, she can make decisions for herself and don't care, but there is no reason to ask Xuan Qing to accommodate her and suffer grievances together.

She finally stepped on the side of the boat lightly on her toes, and she was already outside the boat in one jump, but before that, she inexplicably yelled a demon to Xuan Qing:

"Xuanqing! Come on! The clouds here need you to maintain. ”

She hugged Mu Qianchou tightly with her left hand, but her eyes were firmly fixed on the sea of clouds below. I don't know if I felt the pressure brought by the ink demon volley, and the clouds and mist around the spirit ship were faintly showing signs of dissipating.

Mo Xiaoyou secretly cursed the despicability of this cloud beast in his heart, but he had to be forced by it to give up the idea of continuing to observe, and instead slashed the long sword in the direction he had seen before, and then his body fell straight down like a cannonball.

A hundred meters in front of the spirit ship, infinite clouds were condensed, temporarily stopping the momentum of the clouds and mist dissipating.

And when the cloud beast saw the opportunity, it was accurate that the ink demon had to take care of the Yunhai spell and the safety of Mu Qianchou in his hand, and at the same time, he had to keep the long sword constantly slashing out sword qi around, and he had no time to care.

It opened its mouth, and the smell of stinky ditches came to its face, choking Mu Qianchou and wanting to faint directly.

But the ink demon didn't frown, she just raised the red feather sword in her hand, and slashed straight at the cloud beast that opened her mouth in front of her.

At this moment, Xuan Qing flashed a blue light and appeared at the feet of the ink demon, and with his appearance, a large area of mist around him condensed, and the clouds and mist that had the potential to spread suddenly re-condensed into a solid cloud bridge.

And the ink demon jumped with its sudden appearance, and the cyan flames on the red feather sword were like the most beautiful Xia clothes, trapping the cloud beast's big mouth together.

And at this time, the ink demon also borrowed strength from Xuan Qing's body, and the long sword that flashed with green mangs suddenly became extremely large, holding it in the hand of the ink demon, she only waved it lightly, and the cloud beast that was originally coming quickly made a muffled sound, turning into countless raindrops, falling one after another.