In the eyes of the ink god, Ling Huan, who has already collapsed his will, is just a walking corpse, running by instinct, and if he doesn't go far, he should completely lose himself, even if he has a little origin will, it is not to worry, it is as easy as probing for things. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But when it chased it out, he was stunned to find that Ling Huan's aura was vague, and his whereabouts were secretive, as if he could get rid of its tracking, and as if he knew its movements, he could always get rid of it as soon as possible, and appeared in the opposite direction from it.

With this discovery, Mo Shen immediately realized that it had been completely deceived, and Ling Huan had not lost his will, and even if he lost his will, it would never be all.

"Uhhh

The ink god widened his huge green eyes, which were covered with bloodshots, and even more violent madness, let out a monstrous roar. The sound was earth-shattering, and the surrounding sea set off a stormy wave, as if a dragon roared, as if it was about to tear the sea.

It found that it had been deceived by Ling Huan, and as for how Ling Huan could hide the whirlpool of his will and retain his intact will, it was still puzzled. As for Ling Huan, the possibility that Ling Huan could control its will vortex and transmit false news to it was directly ignored by it.

The will of the dignified ink god is also something that the little soul master can control? That is simply too unbelievable, at this time, this state is regarded as a great shame by it, not to mention the control of the will, isn't it the contempt of Chi Guoguo.

Under the wrath of the ink god, the furious aura erupted violently, rumbling and spreading into the distance, and the sea surface seemed to be torn apart by some mysterious force, and a shocking crack opened in an instant, spreading towards the extreme distance, out of reach.

Behind this crack, the furious ink god, with a terrifying aura that was furious to the extreme, roared into the distance, pushing the sea water to roll, roaring and rolling forward, like the earth-shattering blow of Thor's whip.

Ling Huan, who was running away from afar, suddenly heard this violent roar and the roar of the seawater, gasped, his face tightened, and he didn't want to think about it, so he cultivated to a full-scale outbreak, launched a mysterious ten-step chasing cloud, and fled towards Nanjiao Island desperately.

But under the annoyance and anger, the speed at which the ink god unfolded was really unbelievable, just a few breaths, the distance advantage that Ling Huan had caused before was shortened by more than half, and even he could feel the heavy pressure from the violent aura of the ink god.

"Ling Huan, you dare to play with the deity...... The deity will make you pay......" When the thunderous voice of the ink god exploded in Ling Huan's ears, Ling Huan instantly staggered, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and his face was as white as paper.

When Ling Huan was breathing heavily, the speed of his feet was faster, and his whereabouts and trajectory were even more ghostly. His previous reliance was on the premise that the ink god would not harm his body, but at this moment, the ink god has obviously fallen into madness, who knows if he will care about the so-called Dao Ji again.

At this moment, the ink god was already angry to the extreme, and it was clear that Ling Huan was in front of him, but his whereabouts were ghostly, making it impossible to accurately capture it. This shows that Ling Huan may have a way to interfere with its judgment and predict its whereabouts, which was unimaginable in the past.

"Boom-" suddenly, a shocking column of water rose into the sky, and the galloping ink god, under the madness, suddenly jumped out of the sea, with a hundred-zhang long body, straight as a sword.

Its two huge eyes like millstones, like two ghost fire green lights, looked into the distance faintly, burning two raging flames in it, this is the fire of shame, it is the flame of madness, the thick forked giant tongue, but also poked out of the body, towards the front, making a "hiss, hiss......" sound, the momentum is particularly amazing.

In such a crazy state, it finally noticed a black spot in the distance, and it was taking strange steps, stepping on the waves and galloping, revealing the sea for a while, and hiding in the waves for a while, which was Ling Huan who it was going to pursue.

In the distance, there is a smaller, tiny black dot that is also speeding straight across the sea. This tiny black dot is Yin Youmei, and directly in front of her, she has vaguely seen an island appearing, this island is surrounded by scorched groups, ordinary big ships, and they can't get close at all.

Mo Shen finally understood why Ling Huan's breath was intermittent, it was because he used the sea water as a cover to disguise the breath, so that it could not be accurately judged in a hurry. With this discovery, the ink god was even more ashamed.

"Ling Huan, you dare to play with the deity, suffer death-" The ink god opened his mouth angrily, his voice was like a landslide, setting off a terrifying hurricane, rolling towards Ling Huan in front of him. The sea along the way seemed to be bursting, tumbling and roaring, and rolled towards Ling Huan frantically.

The wind was too fast, and in a few breaths, it caught up with Ling Huan, who was galloping in the distance, and directly swept him into it. Ling Huan's body was like an artillery bombardment, a heavy blow, and suddenly like a projectile, he was thrown out of the sea by the hurricane wind, and it took a long time before he smashed into the sea, and he didn't show his head for a long time.

Mo Shen snorted coldly in satisfaction, and his huge body crashed to the surface of the sea, directly smashing the sea out of a huge deep pit. Before the huge crater was submerged by the sea, the huge body of the ink god had already disappeared into the water and roared away.

But then, the ink god was even more angry, this anger was indescribable, but the sea water around the ink god was like boiling, exploding countless mushroom water columns that soared into the sky.

At the place where Ling Huan fell into the sea, the giant of the ink god poked out of the water, his face was hideous, and his thick neck, like a king cobra, bulged high, swelling the oily black skin smoothly, baring his teeth, revealing sharp and piercing inverted teeth, and the giant eyes were full of blood.

Obviously watching Ling Huan fall into the sea, he couldn't find it, not even a trace of breath, as if he had melted into the air, which made Mo Shen not annoyed and angry. You must know that he is a dignified god of ink, in the sea, it is an omnipresent terrifying existence.

Suddenly, the ink god turned the giant, and turned to the direction where Yin Youmei fled, and in the gloomy giant eyes, the violent aura of conflict was revealed, and then he plunged headlong into the water, and a huge wave, as if there was a huge force, rushed towards the direction where Yin Youmei fled.

With apprehension, Yin Youmei finally landed on an island. She didn't know if this was the Nanjiao Island that Boss Xiong was talking about, but this island was huge, a hundred miles in range, and it was separated from the waters, and it was impossible to land if she wanted to come to the ink god.

This huge island surrounded by scorched clusters is surrounded by mountains on three sides and faces water on one side. The island is not only densely forested, but also has a freshwater lake, thousands of people are hidden here, will not be exposed, hidden and safe, it is extremely difficult for foreign enemies to invade, no wonder the bear boss will rely on it as a treasure.

The reason why it is said that it is not easy for foreign enemies to invade is because the terrain on the island is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the overall trend is like a huge wok, flat-bottomed, and it is still the kind of wok, with a protruding protection at the bottom.

However, Yin Youmei was not in the mood to observe the big island carefully at this time, she stood on the edge of the cliff near the water, looking far away in the direction when she came.

Although she was very confident in Ling Huan, and she also understood that if the ink god wanted to take away Ling Huan's foundation, she would not destroy Ling Huan's body, but a fang heart still inevitably clenched tightly. After all, what Ling Huan was facing was a capricious and terrifying creature like the Ink God.

Without experiencing it personally, it is impossible to imagine how terrifying this ink god is, not to mention Ling Huan, even if it is her unfathomable master, Sect Master Yin, who fights this ink god in person, I am afraid that she will not be able to get benefits, and it is not easy to get out of the way.

Suddenly, Yin Youmei's eyes lit up, and when his cultivation was unfolded, he frantically rushed to the waterfront beach. There, she saw a dark shadow, peeking out of the waves, struggling to climb towards the shore, it was Ling Huan who she was always thinking about.

After Ling Huan struggled to climb ashore, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, staggered to his feet, and walked towards the interior of the big island. The previous ink god thundered in anger, and when it hit him, he suffered a lot of internal injuries, if he hadn't escaped with that forward momentum, he was afraid that the consequences would be unpredictable.

He had only taken a few steps when Yin Youmei's concerned voice sounded in his ears, and at the same time, a black shadow swooped down and appeared beside him in an instant: "Ling Huan, you don't matter, right?"

It matters, it must be tight, and the tighter the better.

Ling Huan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his heart was warm, and he looked at Yin Youmei, who was rushing over, but he smiled and said with a big grin: "The poor monk is a senior monk of the Tang Dynasty, passing through here, may I ask the female donor, is this Pansi Cave or the daughter country?"

Yin Youmei rushed to the front, holding Ling Huan's arm, her blue eyes were thick, but her pretty face was red, she glared at him with disgust, and said in shame: "It's all like this, you still have to be weird." This is Pansi Cave, I'm a goblin, what can you do?"

What an arrogant banshee, wait for the poor monk to destroy your silk hole. Ling Huan put his big hand on the small hand, pinched it gently, and said dignifiedly: "Where can the female goblin escape, it is your fate to meet the poor monk, go, the poor monk will take you back to the Pansi Cave." ”

This bad embryo is really my fate. Yin Youmei remembered the bits and pieces with Ling Huan, suddenly thought of the shame, raised her hand to knock off the salty pig's hand, rolled her eyes charmingly, and said coquettishly in shame: "You are not allowed to secretly do bad things in the future." ”

No, Mei'er is so unrestrained, is she hinting at me?

Ling Huan's heart fluttered, her eyes widened, she looked at Yin Youmei in surprise, and said in surprise: "Mei'er, you don't allow me to secretly do bad things, don't you let me do it openly, I'm a serious person." ”

If you are a serious person, there will be no bad people in the world. Yin Youmei saw that what he said became more and more energetic, and her heart was happy, but she took a sip, took out her little hand as delicately as a flower, and stomped her feet and said, "Since you are so energetic, then go up the mountain by yourself." ”

When she said this, she did not look back, but went to the depths of the big island. However, the two little ears, which had already shown crimson, were quietly erected, as if eavesdropping on Ling Huan's movements.

But she waited for a long time, and she didn't wait for the bad embryo to say those shameless words that made her face blush and her heart beat, and she couldn't help but stop and look back quietly.

The scene in front of her made her stay there instantly, her delicate body trembled in an instant, her mind was even more banged, her pupils contracted rapidly, revealing a horror that she had never felt before, her small mouth opened angrily, but she couldn't make any sound. (To be continued.) )