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The ink snake cast its main body, although it was not as majestic as the black water river, but it was even more ferocious, and the black water tumbled and roared under its body.

The treasure ship was attacked at the first time, and the black water river rushed in, and the body of the ink snake pressed down with that black cloud.

The light curtain on the treasure ship exploded, and Yan Kuo was attacked at the first time, and he integrated his whole body into the treasure ship at the first time, and the treasure ship quickly became smaller, only a hundred zhang in size, countless runes exploded, and the treasure ship retreated ten miles in an instant.

Suddenly, the scene stunned everyone, but when they saw that Yan Kuo was seriously injured and vomited blood, and retreated at the first time, everyone knew that they had a strong enemy, and the strength was outrageous.

The monstrous coercion descended from the sky, squeezing through the light curtain, and hundreds of Ancestral Spirit Realm bodies shattered, leaving nothing behind, except for the cloud of blood mist that exploded earlier.

"Ahh

Survive!

This is what he thinks at this time, the path of cultivation is one realm and one day, one realm, all the Taoism is one, this is the mystery of this realm, inscribed his will between heaven and earth, but every inscription is extremely difficult, he is conceited and talented, it only took hundreds of years to cultivate to this realm, it can be said that it is peerless, but he knows that this realm is no longer as simple as a simple overstepping battle, this realm, Ding is Ding Mao is Mao, so this is also the reason why he did not hesitate to turn around.

In his early years, he also challenged his father, who was not as talented as him, and it took him more than two thousand years to set foot in this realm, and even then, it was only in the middle stage, and he could not even reach the Great Perfection, but even so, he could not make a hundred rounds in his father's hands, and he lost every time.

And a moment ago, when he felt that his divine sense was pierced, he was destroying the black snake's strength stronger than his father, even if the realm was the same, but the majestic flesh and blood of the other party had already made its majesty invincible.

The huge black tail of the ink snake fell again, like a mountain range being rolled up and smashed, with the momentum of tearing everything, it landed on the treasure ship, the light curtain of the treasure ship cracked, but it was not broken, this time the salt bracket was more prepared.

But the price in exchange was that his cultivation began to be disordered.

The cultivation of the monk behind him was like a rushing stream of water pouring into the hull of the ship, and the crack was repaired in an instant.

But at this time, the entire body of the ink snake was entangled.

The speed of the treasure ship was slowed down, a huge scroll stopped in front of it, a giant lotus communicated the space, and appeared behind the treasure ship, a horse stood on the bank of the river and looked at the salt stone part from afar, and the candle nine yin formed by dozens of flowing water rolled the black water and hit the treasure ship.

The treasure ship originally flew away, but at this time, it slowly fell to the surface of the river, and the river caused ripples, and the light curtain outside the treasure ship exploded.

The serpent wriggled and disappeared in an instant, and only an old man appeared.

The old man looked old, and he was dressed in black linen clothes that were extremely ordinary, but his eyes were extremely attentive, and there was a hint of coldness, which reminded people of poisonous snakes, and Yan Kuo had this idea in his heart.

The giant lotus bloomed, Xue Limeng appeared, and a black ancient giant elephant appeared behind her, making her aura unfathomable.

Shio looked at the old mountain god, and then at the giant elephant behind the treasure ship, and at the horse on the bank of the river in the distance, and he suddenly burst out laughing.

The laughter was unbridled, and there was a kind of determination, at this time his heart was no longer afraid, but regarded death as home.

The monk's eyes behind him were firm, the earlier panic had long since disappeared, even if he was still afraid in his heart, but he would not show it in front of his opponent.

It's just that many people seem to have lost their light in their eyes, and that is the gaze of death, the eyes of the future after losing all hope of survival.

Soon, though, the eyes began to get bloodshot.

"Kill! Die!" someone shouted, it was the old general, he flew out of the treasure ship, holding a spear in his hand, the terrifying cultivation was scattered, the black rivers were all rolled, a black whirlpool exploded behind him, and his speed was extremely fast.

He flew towards Xue Limeng, he wanted to fight for a glimmer of life, even if there was no hope at all.

Xue Limeng's face condensed slightly, because a terrifying aura was brewing in the old general's body.

The spear flew, the lotus automatically merged, only a metallic trill was heard, the spear pierced the lotus, but it was not broken at all, and at this time, the spear flickered with a glow, and the terrifying spirit was permeated, and then exploded.

There was another roar, and the old general's body swelled like a ball, and then quickly condensed, turning into a blazing glow, countless runes made up, countless Dao was pulled, and Dao began to burn.

Rumble!

The giant lotus trembled slightly, still on the surface of the Black Water River, but the old general's body had disappeared.

The lotus flower opened, Xue Limeng's eyes were slightly cold, and the giant elephant behind him stepped out directly, shaking the mountains for a while, and the black water splashed everywhere.

The treasure ship swayed, and countless waves flew in to drown it.

"Kill!"

Another monk got up and jumped out, it was actually the monk of the Spirit Realm, his eyes were reluctant, but they were all replaced by anger and unwillingness.

His body turned into a firework and flew directly towards Xue Limeng, still wanting to open an opening from somewhere to let the treasure ship leave.

But before he could get closer, Xue Limeng pointed out, and the monk's body exploded like fireworks, and then there was no movement, even the unwilling roar was drowned out by the sound of water waves.

"Kill!" Several more people leaped out at the same time, like moths to a fire, one by one blood-colored flowers bloomed, and the black river water contrasted, faint and silent, and the blood color was ruthlessly submerged by the black water, and it was no longer possible to distinguish the traces of blood, only the black water flowed.

Dozens of people flew out, blood reappeared, and the roar was short but long.

The monks on the treasure ship echoed this voice in their hearts, there was no grandiose words, some were just a word!

Kill!

Hundreds of people flew out, still the same ending, and finally there was a trace of breath in the air, a blood-colored breath, and a pungent smell.

Yan Kuo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, his eyes were moist, he had not shed tears for many years, just because his father once said that "men don't flick when they have tears", but now, looking at the blood-colored flowers, his heart was stabbed.

Kimina and the others had already arrived here at this time, and Kimina was shocked when he witnessed this scene.

At this moment, Xue Limeng moved, and she came to the treasure ship, her body was like a ghost, and only an afterimage remained, but the monks on the treasure ship exploded one by one, like blood-colored peach blossoms, very fragile.

Many monks tried to catch her, but where there was a trace of her, only to see the monks around her explode, and when a monk saw her true face, her palm reached out, and to put it mildly, the light was lost in front of her eyes.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of monks died, and their bones were gone!

"Stop!"

Shio roared, anger and humiliation in his voice.

He squeezed Xue Limeng's figure away from the treasure ship, and Xue Limeng fell back into the lotus, his face was slightly pale, but he smiled, "But that's it!" This is Xue Limeng's evaluation, I don't know if it refers to the lives of those monks, or the cultivation of salt.

The tone was calm, but it was chilling.

The monks of the Heavenly Fox Department shouted one after another, Xue Limeng was domineering, even if his cultivation was not as good as that salt, but he dared to go deep into the enemy ship alone, and the main general was even more indifferent, such a move was admirable!

Countless monks gathered, some flew into the sky, some landed on the treasure and crossed, and at this time they all stopped, and everyone's eyes looked at the treasure ship, and everyone on the treasure ship looked at Yan Kuo.

Xue Limeng didn't make another move, his face returned to indifference, but his eyes were indifferent, as if he was looking at grass mustard.

The old mountain god didn't speak, and his cultivation didn't disperse, but with a kind of regret, he could faintly feel that he was melancholy, as if a fisherman was feeling sorry for a small fish jumping into the fishing net, if it was in the past, he would let the little fish go, but now...... He could only grab the bamboo basket beside him, and then open his desire and catch the little fish.

"Do it yourself!"

The old mountain god spoke, his tone was calm, his voice was not loud, but it covered all the wind and waves, and the wind and waves became calm, and then there was silence, not even the slightest sound of water waves.

There were no words, just a hint of pleading in his eyes, and the same in his heart, which did not make him feel ashamed, but with deep guilt.

"Let them go!"

Yan Kuo said, but as soon as the words fell, the monk on the treasure ship immediately boiled, with an angry roar, and did not give in, Yan Kuo heard all the voices, and it was the voice that would not bow his head.

"Kill!" someone roared, and after a short silence, he shouted again, and then his body flew out, only to be quickly surrounded by a group of monks, and then the roar stopped abruptly.

"Let them go!" said Shioku, bowing down.

This time, the monks on the treasure ship were quiet, but dozens of people flew out, only to be submerged again.

"Let them go!" "Salt Kuo knelt down, the black water stopped flowing under his knees, as if he could not bear this kneeling, and the heavens and earth suddenly gave birth to thunder, swimming above his head, as if he was not allowed to move.

The old mountain god waved his hand, and the thunder disappeared, and he walked gently, and helped him up, with a look of confusion, and then looked directly into his eyes, and Shio also looked over, trying to find something, in his eyes. But nothing was seen, except that the old mountain god shook his head.

Yan Kuo smiled, this time there was no arrogance, no unscrupulousness, just a light smile, but, revealing a kind of helplessness.

The monks' eyes were red, but they didn't speak.

They were all waiting for what Yan Kuo would do, but Yan Kuo said, "That's it...... Salt boy, I owe you a life in this life, and in the coming day, I am willing to reincarnate for eternity to let each of you cut a knife!"

The monks on the treasure ship did not speak, because their military discipline was extremely strict, and they would listen to the words of the main general, and the same is true now, but the voice of the salt bracket made everyone look at death as if they were at home, and everyone began to forcibly mention their own cultivation, and there was a dangerous aura brewing in their bodies.

Yan Kuo took a deep breath, his eyes returned to his invincible state, even if it was already a dead end at this time, he glanced back at the direction of the Salt Stone Clan, maybe it was an illusion, he seemed to see his old father. There was a deep reluctance in his eyes, but it quickly faded away.

"Father...... The child goes first!" Salt closed his eyes, and the last tears flew out of his eyes.

"Kill!" Yan Kuo roared, and then slapped towards the old mountain god with a monstrous momentum.

"Kill!"

"Kill ......"

"Kill!"

......

Shadows flew out of the treasure ship, and then fell into the black water, and with it, the sound of swords and soldiers clashing appeared.

One after another supernatural powers flew out, like fireworks, short and gorgeous, and the monks on the treasure ship burned the last fire of life.

Kimina watched countless waves splash up, filled with a bloody aura, and couldn't tell whether it was black water or blood water, maybe both, but Kimina felt that the black water river seemed to be different.

Maybe the water level had risen a little, because there were corpses falling into it or blood flowing into it, or maybe there was more blood and it was difficult for Kikina to breathe.

Kimina retreated, silently, Kikina wanted to make his heart free of sorrow and joy, but Kikina felt a sting, his eyes stinged, and his heart stinged.

Several monks jumped towards Kimina, who felt a blood hole appear in his body, and then his body involuntarily waved his magical powers, and then, a monk lost his breath, and his body fell into the black water, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the black water splashed, blurring Kimina's eyes.