Shen Moli, who was pulled out of the stone painting, exuded a terrifying aura all over his body. That aura came from ancient times, and it was beyond Shen Moli's control.

The powerful wave current shocked the four fields, the ink collapsed, and the ground fell and shook.

The divine power of the desolation suddenly appeared in the body of the end armor, and before the waves of murderous intent invaded, it gathered into a golden bell, covering him and the grass demon.

Under the invasion of strong currents, the golden bell rang loudly, as if it sounded a mourning sound for this painting.

Shen Moli's body was disturbed by the powerful waves, and all the internal organs in his body were about to be shattered.

A green spirit light rose spontaneously before the heart shattered. The phantom of the worm turned into thousands of miles long, densely entangled in the intestinal organs of Shen Moli's body. The faint green light, under the invasion of the strong aura, is a little dim.

Shen Moli gathered his aura, like a bandage wrapped around himself. Under the bandage formed by the aura, Ling Ran's evil qi rampaged through Shen Moli's body, causing Shen Moli to suffer unbearably painful.

Blood beads oozed sweat, slowly emerging from Shen Moli's body. The tight skin, under the impact of the emperor's soul breath, seemed to be tearing and cracking at any time.

The demonic qi in the emperor's soul, looking at the emperor's soul aura that was on the verge of getting out of control, suddenly used himself, and forcibly merged the aura that was doing evil into his own demonic qi.

The strength of the Heavenly Dao is not something that the demonic qi can withstand at this time. Under the fierce struggle, there was a bang, and the demonic qi and the soul breath of Emperor Ding Wei were all gone.

The four fell silent again, and the Emperor Soul did not make any further movements.

Shen Moli looked at the demonic qi that had disappeared again in his body, and his eyes were dark. She wanted to save it, but in the end, it was it who sacrificed itself to save her.

In the Emperor's Soul that Shen Moli couldn't detect, the demonic energy that burst open, with a slow and difficult movement, secretly devoured the power of the Emperor's Soul in the Emperor's Soul. With the slow speed of the turtle crawling, it gradually recondenses from nothing.

It's just that the demonic qi at this moment is even more fragile, so weak that it can't even speak.

Shen Moli clenched her fists, and she could clearly perceive the changes in the several forces in her body after the Emperor Soul was furious. The power of the spirit is almost exhausted, and the power of Fu Ji's soul is tightly entangled in its wounds, and under the influence of the right talent, it has also lost a lot.

And the power of the Demon Ancestor and the Demon in the potential corner happened to be shielded by the power of the worm spirit to protect the viscera, and the strength was well preserved. After the emperor's soul stopped, he was ready to move at this moment, wanting to do something.

Shen Moli couldn't figure out the movements of the demon, and the demon happened to be hiding in the deepest part of his viscera. The demon did not move, and in order to avoid damage to her internal organs, she could not pull out the power of the demon.

Under the suppression of the emperor's soul, the surrounding grass and trees scattered and turned into nothingness. On the white ground, you can clearly see the word "mystery" not far away.

The ink grass around the word "fan" was swept away and dissipated. The mountains are all over the field, and the mountainside that has lost its ink is more like a white paper with a slope. The convex soil in the mountains is now flat due to the disappearance of ink.

The golden bell formed by the divine power of the desolation was lost in a moment. Its changing realm of the Devil's Dao returned to the first level with the disappearance of the Golden Bell.

The vision blocked by the golden bell then reappeared in front of the grass demon. The word "mystery" at a glance made the grass demon's eyes shine.

He gathered his magic power in his palm, gathered into a long whip of green grass, and whipped it violently in the direction of the word "fan".

"Without those labyrinths of grass to obscure it, it's a good time to break the ink!" said the Grass Demon happily.

The moment the straw whip swung away, thousands of inks swirled and flew out of the word "fan". The ink recolors the mountains, and the blank ground is repainted with thousands of branches. The thriving branches and trees were heavily obscured, wrapping the whip between the thick branches.

Unable to pull back, uneasy forward, the grass demon looked at the straw whip that could not see the end, hesitated for a moment, and finally let go of the straw whip. The straw whip that let go was like a powerful pull, and it sank straight into the trees and disappeared without a trace.

"Isn't this ink too small-bellied? I want to whip it, but I want to swallow my straw whip. The grass demon reluctantly looked at his grass whip, swallowed by the unknown power in the forest, and muttered.

"If you don't let go in time, the jungle will swallow more than just a straw whip. Mojia looked at the transformed Jungle Road.

This ink-painted mountain has been controlled by the word "mystery" from the beginning. The mountain roads are intricate and constantly changing, standing like a labyrinth. It is not easy to get out of this mountain road that changes day and night.

"The deed person has good skills, and he can break my ink method of 3,000. It's just that the most important thing I lack is ink, you break my mountain of grass and trees, and I will pay you back a thousand dangers. I want to see if the spiritual power in your body is strong enough, or if my ink color is strong enough!" The strange voice pierced through the dense forest and floated around several people. There is no need to discern carefully, you can know that the owner of the voice must be a "mystery" character ink book.

Merlin rose up like long legs as the sound echoed, moving rapidly among the sharp corners of the stone ground. The branches are like knives, shaking violently on the trunk of the tree.

Where the branches passed, the stones broke and the ground cracked. There are bottomless abysses, presented in cracks in the ground.

"This ink word for tooth is too exaggerated, and even the ink abyss is used. The grass demon looked down at the rift and said tremblingly.

The ink abyss is widely spread in the demon clan. It's just that everyone in Su Ri only treats it as something that doesn't really exist, and chats after tea and dinner to scare the younger generations of the demon clan. No one expected that the legend would come from what was actually seen.

For the abyss of Modi, Mojia is no stranger. Seeing it here alone made him feel remorseful.

At that time, in order to increase the ups and downs in the dream, he added the legendary Modi Abyss to it. I don't want to, this tumultuous dream turned into reality, and he trapped himself in it.

"Let's go in the direction of the ink. Shen Moli said.

"Obscure" everything, in the final analysis, is just to cover up one's own whereabouts. The word "mystery" is so afraid of being discovered by others, I am afraid that it is only because of itself that it is the crack of this ink painting.

"This move is not appropriate, the ink character is angry, we rush over now, wouldn't it be sent to death? Earlier, the ink tiger just hit the edge of the ink character, and it was killed, which is enough to see how powerful the ink character is. The Grass Demon hurriedly dissuaded Shen Moli.

During the persuasion, there were already five or six branches, like knives flashing with cold light, and they slashed straight over.

"Be careful!" Mojia pulled the demon and flashed to the side.

The branch split between Shen Moli and Mo Jia, as if he had thoughts, and looked straight to Shen Moli's side. A few times around, Shen Moli walked like a meteor, and they all deftly dodged the chopping of the branches.

In a short dodge, more than a dozen giant trees blocked the original location of the three of them, directly separating Shen Moli and Mojia.

The dense branches swayed up and down, and hundreds of branches were cut vertically in the air like knives. Shen Moli looked at the giant tree blocking in front of him, his eyebrows were gathered, and he wanted to pass through the sharp branches, which was unrealistic.

She looked up through the gaps in the dense leaves and looked out into the dark night sky.

The firmament here is stained with ink, and it is not as if the outside world cannot find half a star.