Ling Huan channeled the blow of the Ink God and attacked the blood-colored spell left by Taizun. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but he never thought that Taizun actually cunningly hid the residual thoughts, if it wasn't for this accident, the consequences would be unimaginable.

As soon as Taizun's screams began, the blood-colored curse mark turned into a blood-colored old face, which was exactly the appearance of Taizun, and fiercely pounced on the terrifying whirlpool of will, as if to tear it apart and devour it.

The whirlpool of the will of the Ink God, although it has been weakened again and again, and there is no follow-up control of the Ink God, but in the face of Taizun's blood-colored face, it is still at ease, and it is gradually developing in the direction of overwhelming crushing.

On the surface of the sea, Ling Huan quietly wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and when the treacherous color of his eyes flashed, his body trembled in an instant, and his face showed hideousness, and there was even more pain and struggle.

The ink god forced Yin Youmei away, and threw his giant eyes on Ling Huan again, showing joy when he saw this, and did not attack again, but paid close attention to Ling Huan's state, waiting for an opportunity to seize Ling Huan's foundation in order to achieve the goal of seizing the relinquishment.

Cutting off the connection with the will vortex, so that the ink god did not know what was going on in Ling Huan's soul sea, seeing Ling Huan's expression hideous and painful, it seemed that it was its will that was gradually destroying Ling Huan's will.

Although Ling Huan's cultivation was very low, and his body could not fully withstand the terrifying willpower of the ink god, if it was deliberately suppressed, it could barely support it.

Therefore, it had not dared to go all out before, for fear that it would accidentally destroy Ling Huan's body. You know, this is the most perfect immortal body for it.

"Moshen, you thousand-year-old demon, 10,000-year-old loach, you want to destroy Lao Tzu's will, and Lao Tzu and you will not stand apart. Ling Huan stole a glimpse of the ink god's appearance, and his heart was overjoyed, and he suddenly held his head in his hands, staggered back, and screamed and cursed.

As long as you have jealousy, Lao Tzu has a way to get out. Ling Huan's roar was so terrible that even he thought it was true. But the direction of his retreat was the direction of the so-called Nanjiao Island.

Even Yin Youmei, who was far away, could hear this terrible roar from afar, and in shock, he almost didn't turn back immediately. However, then not only did she not look back, but she left faster, as if she had completely abandoned Ling Huan here.

Ling Huan's roar, although it was sincere, but for Yin Youmei, who knew him well, it was very clear that Ling Huan, who had always been arrogant and arrogant, would never be so weak, and the only explanation was that Ling Huan wanted to paralyze the ink god and was ready to run away with all his might.

Mo Shen didn't know Ling Huan's character, and he was even more confident in the whirlpool of his will, but he just thought that Ling Huan was crumbling, and he was about to see the dawn, with a hideous snake face, showing a happy expression, and followed Ling Huan step by step.

In fact, Ling Huan was indeed uncomfortable, after all, the will of Taizun and the ink god was fighting in the soul sea, and the soul sea was already shaking, if it weren't for the special nature of his soul dao temple, I was afraid that it would have collapsed long ago.

Taizun, the old monster, is indeed terrifying, in the face of such a fierce enemy of the ink god, and in an extremely weak situation, although he is almost pressed and beaten, he can barely maintain it. Just to save his life, he used many unheard of and terrifying secret methods that Ling Huan had never heard of.

This made Ling Huan creepy, if Taizun had used these secret methods on himself at the beginning, he was afraid that the deer would kill anyone, it would be really hard to say.

After a long fight, Taizun's remnant thoughts were already weakened to the extreme, and he was about to be swallowed by the whirlpool of the ink god's will, Taizun's blood-colored face was distorted, revealing a monstrous unwillingness, and he raised his head to the sky and let out a terrible roar: "Blood Soul Explosion-"

When he was swallowed by the ink god, the terrifying whirlpool of will, "bang", the whole hideous blood surface, exploded in an instant, countless blood swords, splashed when they exploded, with a terrifying intention of destruction, wantonly impacting the will vortex, the will vortex roared and rolled, as if about to explode.

This blood soul explosion is Taizun's last killing move, and it is also a kind of crazy self-explosion. He was completely insane, and his anger overwhelmed his sanity, making him desperate for anything else. Damn, if it weren't for this abominable whirlpool of will, the old man could have completely taken away Ling Huan's foundation!

Taizun's abandonment of all the spells, the power is indeed terrifying, and the will vortex directly cracked several cracks under the huge impact, revealing the deep interior, and quickly withering, as if it would collapse at any time.

This sudden change made Ling Huan, who was on the run, move violently in his heart, and when his mind moved, the vertical eyes of the purple soul's eyebrows suddenly turned red, and in an instant, a drop of puff beating, and the bright red origin essence blood appeared in an instant, flying directly to the whirlpool of will, and in the blink of an eye, it escaped into the gap in it and disappeared.

This drop of essence blood is the blood of the Purple Soul's divine thoughts, containing Ling Huan's divine thoughts and will, with all of Ling Huan's thinking, Ling Huan is trying to control the whirlpool of will. Once successful, it is equivalent to him owning, a secret doppelganger.

This method was a similar method that Ling Huan had observed and temporarily came up with after Taizun's mysterious soul concealment.

There is still a big gap between imagination and reality, when Ling Huan really separates a drop of Origin Essence Blood, the pain is simply indescribable, the pain is extreme.

This time, he didn't have to continue to pretend, the extreme pain made his eyes bloodshot, his face was hideous, and he couldn't help but roar, and the terrible roar actually made the surrounding sea rumble and explode, setting off a monstrous wave that lasted for a long time.

It may be too painful, Ling Huan's feet are faster, like a ghost, even fast enough to produce a phantom.

Hey, could it be that his will has completely collapsed?

The ink god first showed a blank look, and then turned into a surprise, the huge body shook violently, and when he was excited, his body suddenly expanded, reaching a terrifying hundred zhang or more, and the two giant eyes were deep, like a faint giant lamp, lighting up the greedy blood.

This is what it looks like in the end, Wang Liujin has always been unable to guess, how the ink god left Motan, it is actually very simple...... Shrink. However, this kind of shrinkage is not infinitely reduced, but has a certain limit.

The greatest pain of the ink god is that he can't be like a human being, separated from the will with a separate personality, just like at this time, the separated will, although it can fight instinctively, but it can't send the information back to let it know, unless it is under its control all the time.

The whirlpool of the will of the ink god kept tumbling in Ling Huan's soul sea, and after a long time, it had completely withered, as if it had lost its vitality, and the power of destruction was even more imperceptible.

This whirlpool of will, after a long silence, only rotated again, and there was a popping sound in it, like a heartbeat, faint and inaudible at first, but soon became powerful, as if reborn.

Ling Huan's painful face showed a touch of joy, fleeting. Under his mind, the whirlpool of will actually glided in a perfect arc, drifting rapidly in the sea of souls, like a dancing elf.

I don't know how long it took, when this dancing whirlpool of will was completely still, a violent intent of destruction suddenly appeared, as sharp as if Ling Huan's soul sea had just entered.

This intent of destruction had just dispersed before the whirlpool of will spun again, rushing towards Ling Huan's soul. Suddenly, he appeared in Ling Huan's pupils, and rushed out of the outside world with a "whoosh".

When this whirlpool of will rushed out, Ling Huan let out a creepy roar again, and then went crazy, trembling, and went on a rampage.

Seeing the will vortex appear, Mo Shen was stunned for a moment, and then sent out his will, probing into the will vortex, under the effect of its will, the will vortex quickly returned, entered its giant eye, and was completely absorbed.

Immediately, the scene of the battle between the Will Vortex and the Purple Soul appeared in the mind of the Ink God, but in this memory, the Purple Soul not only turned into a golden body, but also destroyed the will.

Immediately afterwards, it was the Will's Vortex and Taizun's fighting method, and the process of this fighting method also had subtle changes, and there was no appearance of the Blood Soul Explosion, as if Taizun's bloody face was crushed by the Will's Vortex and collapsed.

It's just that vaguely, the ink god feels that something is wrong, and as for what is wrong, there is no flaw to be found.

In the memory of the ink god, the whirlpool of its will has always been invincible, and it did not think deeply about this strange feeling, but passed by, thinking that it was the episode of the appearance of Taizun's blood-colored face, which was not to worry.

After digesting this information, the ink god suddenly looked at the direction where Ling Huan had fled, who was no longer in sight, his gloomy giant eyes showed a violent aura, and he spoke lightly like a heavenly might: "You have no will, you can't escape far, the deity will take your body and reshape the immortal golden body that truly belongs to the deity." (To be continued.) )