This so-called Northwest Nanjiao Island is the most secret cave of Boss Xiong, and it is also his little-known, last secret guarantee. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After Wang Liujin took control of the treasure island, Boss Xiong realized that one day, he would be really hostile to Wang Liujin, and he also reserved a way back. Now, it was a big gamble for him to tell Ling Huan this secret, not only to Wang Liujin, but also to Moshen.

You know, at this time, the ink god is eyeing it, if it is angered by this, they are afraid that they will not even have scum left, and they will be crushed by this ink god.

Ling Huan didn't even look back, but concentrated on guarding the ink god, and when he waved his big hand, he took out the holy sword Qiushui, stepped on the waves, and transmitted the sound to Xiong Lao Dao: "You guys hurry up and get out of here and go back to the treasure island, I have heard what you said just now."

"Since this ink god has appeared in public, I am afraid that Wang Liujin has already moved to kill you, go back to pick up your family and sail to the north, where there are officers and soldiers stationed, just mention me Ling Huan. ”

Legend has it that Ling Huan and Zhao Yueguang, the son of Zhao Zongbing, had a fateful relationship, it seems that it is true, I bet right this time. Boss Xiong looked at Ling Huan from afar, like a fairy, with an elegant posture, and his eyes were full of ecstasy.

Without hesitation, he gave the order for the whole team to retreat. At this moment, he already vaguely understood Ling Huan's deep meaning, and people were afraid that they would hurt everyone by mistake.

Mo Shen didn't pay any attention to Boss Xiong here, but looked at Ling Huan greedily, Sen Sen opened his mouth, and his voice was like thunder: "You dare to release the power of cultivation...... Just rely on this little bit of cultivation to ...... I just want to fight against the deity...... It's just overwhelming...... Or obediently tie your hands. ”

His voice, as if it was only aimed at Ling Huan alone, exploded directly in Ling Huan's soul sea, causing Ling Huan's soul sea to churn, the temple to shake, the purple soul to tremble, and his cultivation seemed to collapse. And Yin Youmei, who was close at hand, did not react at all.

Ling Huan's body shook sharply, the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, his face turned pale, and purple lightning loomed in the center of his eyebrows.

This momentum far exceeds his own cultivation, earth-shattering, as if he does not belong to the world, as if the saint has descended, rolling and crushing, and the momentum of the ink god is devastating.

He held the holy sword in his hand, pointed at the ink god from afar, his expression was indifferent, with infinite murderous intent, and he said lightly: "A beast with a little holy qi dares to be rampant in front of Lao Tzu, it is simply too presumptuous, Lao Tzu will beat you back to your original form." ”

The bear boss, who had already walked away, suddenly widened his eyes when he saw this scene, and he was almost suffocated in shock. He couldn't imagine what kind of cultivation Ling Huan had, he could be so powerful that he could crush the ink god, the level of terrifying momentum was simply terrifying.

But after the shock, Boss Xiong was in an irrepressible ecstasy, and his heart was so excited that he seemed to pass out. He was secretly glad that he had made the right choice before, and with Ling Huan, a strong backer, it was possible to completely get rid of Wang Liujin, and even return to his hometown.

"Sure enough, the golden body is immortal...... It can crush the coercion...... The deity is going to be determined......" The giant of the ink god shook, the greedy color in his eyes, which could not be stopped, and for Ling Huan here, the heart of snatching was even worse. As it shook, from its giant, there was a strange aura, and unconsciously, it rolled towards Ling Huan.

Ling Huan was like being struck by lightning, spurting blood when he suddenly retreated, but the purple lightning at the center of his eyebrows appeared, like a third eye, the holy sword in his hand swung out, and a purple light slashed, as if cutting off the strange aura, and the pressure was gone, and the retreat suddenly stopped, standing on the crest of the waves.

The ink god looked down at Ling Huan, his giant eyes blinked one after another, as if he was surprised, but in the depths, there was a terrifying spiral vortex, this vortex with a terrifying will to destroy, directly imprinted into Ling Huan's pupils, descended into his soul sea, and wanted to directly erase Ling Huan's will.

This is a kind of invisible, domineering spiritual blow, even if it is a venerable, it can only be crushed, and it is much stronger than the momentum blow just now. The will that the ink god used to deal with Ling Huan could be regarded as a knife used to kill chickens.

Ling Huan's mind buzzed, as if struck by lightning, it was blank in an instant, his eyes showed a blank color, his face was as pale as paper, and he lost all blood in an instant, it seemed that his will had completely fallen into chaos, but the purple lightning in the center of his eyebrows flickered one after another.

Yin Youmei's expression changed drastically, and as soon as she gritted her teeth, her body rushed out in an instant, blocking in front of Ling Huan, the soft sword turned into a glow, and before she rushed out, she had already roared first, slamming into the giant eye of the ink god, wanting to use her own cultivation power to defeat the terrifying blow of the ink god.

At the same time, her anxious voice echoed in Ling Huan's ears: "Ling Huan, what's wrong with you." This python wants to destroy your will and take away your foundation, you can't lose yourself, you must stick to the spiritual platform. Your soul power is vast, and after condensing, it is enough to resist, but unfortunately, you can't wield it freely. ”

Isn't this the principle of bullets?

Ling Huan's heart was shocked, the sea of souls rolled in an instant, countless soul power surged towards the purple soul, and the hands of the purple soul rotated with the void, as if squeezing, the soul power solidified, and then solidified. The solidified soul power was compressed again and again until it became a bullet containing terrifying energy, directly facing the ink god, the terrifying whirlpool of will.

The soul power bullet collided directly with the Will Vortex, and after weakening the Will Vortex, it completely collapsed. But then, countless soul power bullets were formed, constantly fighting against the will vortex, fighting thousands of times in the blink of an eye, but constantly weakening the power of the vortex.

Ling Huan's body shook one after another, a large amount of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were still blank, but there was a scorching persistence in the depths, and there was a trace of profundity.

The depths of the ink god's giant eyes shook suddenly, and he looked at Yin Youmei coldly, unable to hide his contempt and anger, and the whirlpool of will had no follow-up power, but its long tail hidden deep in the water suddenly appeared, with the momentum of wind and thunder, and fiercely pumped towards the soft sword, "" A metal resonance, the soft sword was directly shattered.

The huge impact force, even Yin Youmei's body was swept by the long tail, and when he flew out upside down with a muffled snort, Ling Huan's voice sounded clearly in his ears: "The strength of this ink god is unfathomable, and the body is as strong as meteoric iron, we are not opponents, you take the opportunity to escape to the northwest, and I will arrive later." ”

It turned out that he was sane, but how could he not be affected, it was a terrifying aura that could crush the Venerable. Yin Youmei was in mid-air, her expression was solemn, her anxiety faded, and she couldn't hide her stunned confusion, but she chose to be silent, and when the true cultivation was unfolding, she took the opportunity to leave.

Although she was not completely at ease, she also understood Ling Huan's deep meaning, since Ling Huan was able to take it all, the most terrifying will blow of the ink god, no matter how bad it was, she could get out of it with her whole body, so that if she stayed here, she would become a burden, you must know that even when she was in her heyday, she was not the opponent of this ink god.

Breaking away from the will vortex controlled by the ink god, it was continuously weakened by the soul power bullet, but it was still extremely terrifying, and it pounced on the purple soul ferociously, as if it wanted to devour the purple soul directly. The purple soul kept retreating in the sea of souls, and continuously sent out soul power bullets, but this vortex was getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, the purple soul's eyebrows flashed, and Ling Huan's usual cunning color was also in his eyes, and he stumbled under his feet and fell into a corner of the soul sea, and the soul power bullets that continued to be emitted were also interrupted.

Without the blocking of the soul power bullet, the will vortex was faster, and in the blink of an eye, it rolled directly towards the purple soul. Before it came into contact, the purple soul was already in a crumbling state under the pressure of terror.

But just when the whirlpool of terror was about to strangle the purple soul, the purple soul rolled violently on the ground, and it was dangerously evaded. The whirling whirlpool of will directly swept into the corner of the soul sea, and in a more convex part, a demonic red light burst out instantly, colliding with this whirlpool solidly.

"Ahh

This Taizun is too cunning, and there are still his remnants in the curse seal. He had not been completely strangled by Ling Huan before, but had retained a trace of residual thoughts, just like in the Fuchun Mountain Residence Map.

He was originally lurking quietly, planning to wait until Ling Huan was the weakest and find an opportunity to snatch Ling Huan's body, but he didn't expect that at this moment, under the terrifying whirlpool of will, he showed his original form, and in order to keep this remnant of his thoughts intact, he had to fight against the whirlpool blow with all his might.

Taizun's curse seal, and the whirlpool of the will of the ink god, in Ling Huan's soul sea, under Ling Huan's deliberate actions, were unexpectedly entangled together, and they fought to the death. For a moment, Ling Huan's soul sea shook, and a terrifying aura raged the entire soul sea.

The purple soul and Ling Huan from the outside world showed a look of horror at the same time, and suddenly realized something when they were stunned. Ling Huan originally just wanted to use the powerful will vortex of the ink god to completely eliminate the Taizun blood-colored curse seal, but he never thought that the blood-colored curse seal would have even more terrifying secrets. (To be continued.) )