"It seems that Turin is in the Spirit Skill Pavilion, and what he got is her inheritance, no wonder he is so familiar, he is her descendant!"

"Whose descendants?"

"Not someone you can snoop on right now!" replied the Spirit Emperor.

Now.

Turin suddenly opened his eyes, no longer the big watery eyes, but a pair of scarlet eyes that emitted a bloodthirsty light.

Under the delicate cheeks, the meridians are wriggling and clearly visible, and above the head, black clouds are shrouded.

The enchantment is deep.

"Spirit Seal Pollution, who has such great ability, could it be that she has fallen!" the Spirit Emperor said in shock.

"What's going on?"

"Listen to my arrangement and restrain it, otherwise there will be endless trouble!"

The Spirit Emperor was shocked, as if he was worried about the little girl in front of him.

I don't want to, explain too much and waste time.

At this time.

Turin, who has fallen into the demon, has a sense in his heart, and he will flee when he is reincarnated, knowing that he is not Mo Han's opponent.

Sky Wings!

Mo Han's body flashed slightly, blocking her way to escape.

Boom!

bumped into Mo Han, saw that something was wrong, turned around and left.

Mo Han, with quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed her tender arm with his backhand and pulled it back.

Turin's body spun in the air, and he threw himself into his arms, full of fragrance.

Her soft waist writhed in his arms, trying to break free.

Mo Han, for some reason, his body is slightly hot. Secretly biting his tongue and being sober.

The girl in front of her, the blood in her eyes was thicker, and she opened her mouth to shout.

Mo Han, feeling it, lowered his head and kissed it, and the body of the girl in his arms stiffened for a moment, and then softened.

"Kid is at this time, hurry up and use the dragon's breath to groan!" said the Spirit Emperor eagerly.

Hula!

Mo Han, opening the primeval dragon vein in his body, the furious black spiritual power quickly poured into his body along Turin's mouth.

The girl in her arms struggled violently in pain.

However, the demonic energy has no intention of weakening at all!

I don't know why.

Mo Han felt a throbbing in his heart.

Like a summoning, he sent a trace of spiritual power down Turin's meridians and through her body.

Mo Han was shocked.

The spiritual seal of Turin turned out to be a little girl, to be exact, a sleeping little girl.

The eyes are slightly closed, the skin is like condensed fat, delicate and serene.

Between the little girl's eyebrows, there was a pitch-black mark, and the demonic energy came out of it.

Suddenly.

"Who?"

With a coquettish reprimand, the little girl opened her eyes, like stars.

Mo Han, his body shook.

The sea of qi was broken, the spiritual power was turbulent, and with only one reprimand, there was actually this destructive power.

Meanwhile.

Sou!

The little girl, the black marks between her eyebrows, along with the black spiritual power, poured into Mo Han's mouth.

Mo Han, his eyes were dizzy, and the picture in front of him turned.

Everywhere there are mountains of corpses and bones, and on the top of the white bone palace in the distance, there is a little girl in black, convulsive and crying.

He couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart and walked towards the little girl.

Now.

Hula!

Mo Han, his body was full of demonic energy, and there was a faint ghost crying.

"It's a problem, the kid is in danger!" said the Spirit Emperor worriedly.

If you can't get out of the illusion, you will become a part of the illusion.

Right now.

Mo Han, the map of mountains and rivers in his body, appeared again, and suppressed the demonic qi strongly.

Now.

Hell on earth has changed into a prosperous spring.

The little girl suddenly turned around and smiled. Said.

"How are you?"

A familiar breath surged into my heart, and Mo Han woke up in an instant.

Who is this little girl and why is it so familiar?

Doubts kept popping up in my mind.

Mo Han shook his head and smiled bitterly, unable to understand.

His tongue hurt slightly.

When he opened his eyes, he looked at each other, a pair of big watery eyes, full of shame and anger.

At this time, the two of them were naked opposite each other, and the weight of spiritual power had already torn their clothes apart.

The girl in her arms was paralyzed in her arms, and her skin was soft and smooth.

"Boy, have you taken advantage of enough?" said Emperor Ling, who couldn't look at it.

Mo Han let go of his hands in embarrassment.

Turin's center of gravity was unsteady and he fell to one side, and Mo Han stepped forward with his right foot, his right hand around her waist.

At this time, the girl is bow-shaped, curved, and wonderful.

"Ahh

Mo Han turned around embarrassedly.

Hula!

"Mo Han, you will be my person from now on!" said Turin in order to hide his shyness and domineering.

"Take this!"

Mo Han stretched out his hand to catch it, a jade-colored token, painted with starry light in the sky, and a faint breath came out.

"Hurry up, time is running out!" reminded the Spirit Emperor.

"Okay, teacher!" Mu Lin nodded.

This episode in Turin delayed a lot of time, and there was not much time left for a stick of incense.

Mo Han was stunned.

Thirteenth level Spirit King!

Now, every time he rises to the next level, the spiritual power he needs cannot be measured by ordinary levels.

It can be seen that the energy of the black spiritual power is abundant, as well as unusual.

Mo Han continued to dive deeply, and the pressure of spiritual power became stronger and stronger.

The corners of his mouth were spilling blood, and he was overwhelmed.

A moment later.

"Boy, let's go back!" Emperor Ling explained.

At this time, Mo Han, the seven orifices were bleeding, and the bones were broken, and they had reached the limit.

"Teacher, I can hold on for a while!"

Mo Han gritted his teeth, he wanted to figure out the source of that breath, and his blood was boiling.

Dive dozens of meters deeper.

The visibility in front of him is getting lower and lower, although the spiritual power fluctuations are getting stronger and stronger, but there is nothing to be done, Mo Han's strength is limited.

"Let's go back! It's already good that you can dive here, don't expect too much!" the Spirit Emperor advised.

"Hmm!"

Although Mo Han was unwilling, he could only agree, turned around and went upstream, only by preserving his life could there be hope.

Suddenly.

The Nine Nether Dragon Spirit Seal floated out of his arms. Mo Han reached out and grabbed it.

There was a shocking scene.

The originally pitch-black river water appeared with a golden air cover, and dense runes were drawn on it, which was profound and difficult to understand.

Obviously, this is the end.

The fluctuation of that spiritual power became more and more intense, and Mo Han's blood boiled.

"Teacher! it's inside!" Mo Han said happily.

"Yes!" the Spirit Emperor nodded.

Mo Han's sword eyebrows were crossed.

Boom!

He slammed his right fist into it, and the air shield didn't respond. Then, the left fist followed. And so it is.

Bang!

After dozens of punches, the golden air shield just shook and returned to normal.

"Boy, let's go back!" the Spirit Emperor sighed.

"Teacher, I'm not reconciled!" Mo Han said angrily.

"Alas!" the Spirit Emperor sighed.

At this time.

Mo Han's mood can be imagined.

He paid a lot for this, and he was about to succeed, but he was blocked by the level.

He couldn't break through and enter, although the summoning of spiritual power was inside, he couldn't enter.

Suddenly.

The patterned token given by Turin floated out of his bosom, shooting out a black light, turning into a young girl dancing under the moon.

Turin!

Mo Han was in a trance, the girl in the Turin Spirit Seal.

Smart, elegant, dusty!

The dancing Turin, like an elf from the nine heavens, was dressed in black and shone with a faint golden glow.

Poof!

The golden brilliance met the air shields and blended with each other, and the dense runes trembled, and a portal appeared.

The call of blood is getting stronger and stronger.