"Venerable Lord, why don't I enter the painting and kill that woman for you, and prevent her from dragging down the cultivation of the last armor?" Wen Huang saw the opportunity and tested the Evil Venerable Dao.

"As long as you are related to Qi Yan, you have the ability to kill people when you see the opportunity. Shen Moli lost more than half of her blood, if you don't make a move, she is also a dying person. The evil venerable snorted coldly and did not agree to Wen Huang's temptation.

For Wen Huang, the evil venerable was satisfied with his loyalty, but he didn't want to see him serve Qi Heng against his will.

This is probably the heart of all those in power, who can't see their subordinates as their masters, and go against their own will.

Shen Moli's chivalrous courage helped Mojia escape from death several times. She has done a good job of guarding her companions, and it is difficult to arouse the potential of the last armor. From this point of view, it really makes the evil lord angry.

Only the evil venerable can also see that Mojia's friendship with Shen Moli. The kind of friendship that is formed from birth to death is by no means comparable to ordinary work together.

Because of his past, the evil venerable is very concerned about that kind of emotion, and is more willing to cultivate some strong companions for the end armor who can die together and can resist killing together.

It can be said that the heart fueled by the evil venerable seedlings has never changed. Not only did he want to help Mojia transform the Silent Induction Technique for his own use, but he also tried in vain to improve the martial arts realm of everyone around Mojia through his own strong means.

As everyone knows, those who pay for his delusions are miserable, and life is worse than death. The Grass Demon is the most tragic of them.

In the unpredictable picture scroll, the Grass Demon Beginner Demon Dao is not enough to fight against a single bit. Those twenty bright and beautiful picture scrolls, in the eyes of the grass demon, are twenty difficult to cross the Abi purgatory.

The fragrant flowers and plants are poisonous, and the clear spring and flowing water hide trolls, even if there is occasionally a little safe land, it will not be a few moments before a new crisis will be ushered in.

In Lilang's picture, the grass demon spends his days as if he had suffered for a century and suffered for 100 million years.

Isn't it because he cares about the young children who are still alive in the grass clan, and the grass demon at this time really wants to die.

Wen Huang looked at the miserable grass demon in the painting, and recalled the tragic situation of Qi Heng at the beginning. Touching the scene, he took advantage of the gap that the evil venerable did not pay attention to, and helped the grass demon many times.

The evil venerable's attention was all fixed on Mojia at this time. He thought for a moment, picked up the paintbrush, broke the hole in the knife mountain, and drew a few monsters inside.

The monster sucked up the ink, and it came true, following the breach in the sword mountain, and slid into the deep side of the cave where the Mojia was.

The jumping monster chased after the breath of the last armor. Compared with the two pairs, the last armor that helped Shen Moli to move forward with difficulty was chased up very quickly.

The ever-changing monsters, turning into a few grass demons, seemed to run towards the end of the armor in horror.

The terrifying sound that was no different from the grass demon was quickly caught in the ears of the last armor. Mo Jia turned around and looked at it, and couldn't help but frown: "Grass Demon, is it really you?"

The sound of surprise attracted the attention of Shen Moli, who was seriously injured and sleepy. She endured the discomfort of her splitting headache, stumbled a few steps, and stared at the few grass demons running quickly.

The god-like face and the same voice always made Shen Moli feel strange.

"It's dangerous, I was on my way to find you, and I was attacked by a group of spirits. Luckily, there was a cat's eye in the end, and he summoned all the spirits. A few of my doppelgangers were able to save their lives. A grass demon ran in front of Shen Moli and the others and said in panic.

Mo Jia looked at the grass demon in front of him and asked excitedly, "Grass demon, these are all your parts?"

More concerned than the Draft Demon about the previous encounter, Mojia is whether the Grass Demon can reunite with the Grass Body.

Looking at the end armor that cares about chaos, the monster is like catching a prey, smiling secretly in his heart, but his face retains the same panic as thunder.

He glanced at Shen Moli with his spare eyes, and answered Mojiazhi's question: "How can there be such a good thing, the evil venerable will tear my soul apart by one point and twenty." It's a blessing that my six doppelgangers can be reunited. ”

Seeing that Mojia was in self-blame, the six grass demons rushed up, and quickly pulled away Mojia and Shen Moli.

"Mo Jia, when I was imprisoned by the evil venerable, I heard ......" The grass demon separated Shen Moli and pulled Mo Jia aside.

The remaining four or five grass demons, taking advantage of the moment when Mo Jia turned around, took the opportunity to cover Shen Moli's mouth and nose, lift it and take it away.

Although there are many people, only Shen Moli has taken precautions, and he has failed to cover and lift.

With his waist dexterously dodging, Shen Moli retreated to the side, looked at several grass demons vigilantly, and said coldly, "Who are you?"

The question that refused to be asked by thousands of miles attracted the attention of the last armor on the side of Ben who was pulled by the grass demon.

"Deed, but what happened?" Mo Jia looked at Shen Moli with questions.

The grass demon in front of him, Mojia knew that his behavior was very different. But in the face of his best friend, Mojia hid his heart and didn't want to doubt more.

"I'm just looking at you alone, I'm too tired, and I want to support you on your behalf. How did you know that the person who reacted so badly was not like a person who was extremely injured. The grass demon said with a harmless face.

He spread his hands out, looking rather helpless. In his words, his provocative meaning is particularly obvious.

As soon as the grass demon's words came out, Shen Moli, who had known each other for a short time, had already recognized the truth of the grass demon. She looked at the grass demon, and her eyes couldn't help but look at it more.

The last armor who lives and dies with the grass demon, can also hear that the grass demon is wrong on weekdays. It's just because the Grass Demon suffered from the Evil Venerable's soul-slaying technique earlier, so that Mojia fell into guilty self-deception at this moment.

All his calmness was lost in that deception. What the grass demon said, the last armor poured into believing it to be true.

Seeing that Mojia was not suspicious, the two and three grass demons surrounded Mojia Zhou, vigilantly avoided Shen Moli, and whispered a few words to Mojia.

Mojia, who heard the whispers of the grass demon, was shocked in his eyes, and his gaze at Shen Moli became hesitant.

It was just that hesitant gaze was empty for a moment, and it quickly turned into firmness, and without leaving a word, he hurried to the depths of the cave with the three grass demons.

"Mojia ......" Shen Moli was worried that there was fraud in it, and he was about to chase it.

The remaining few monsters disguised as grass demons condensed a few ink colors when they saw the situation, and synthesized into a mobile cage. In an instant, Shen Moli, who was seriously injured, was trapped inside.

Ignoring the dripping blood, Shen Moli gathered his aura and ran quickly, rekindling the black flame, and had the great opportunity to break through the cage.

The fierce black flames scorched the four walls of the cage, baking the railing of the cage with faint traces of melting.

A beginner-level monster who is good at change, how can he be against the mid-level black flame, and in the strong and unbearable, from the cage behind Shen Moli, he conjured up a sharp palm.

With a sharp palm, he made a knife and slashed at Shen Moli's neck.

Trapped in the cage, Shen Moli was keenly perceived, that is, he instantly sensed the palm wind of the hand knife behind his back, and deftly dodged, letting the hand knife pounce on the cage.

The monster hit the air again and again, and in annoyance, a hundred sharp palms appeared, and they slashed again and again with the momentum of a knife.

Trapped in the cage, Shen Moli is dexterous, and with his head being held outside the cage, it is difficult to resist the dense hand knife with no gaps.

A hand knife happened to hit Shen Moli's delicate neck as she dodged left and right.

There was a dizziness in his brain, and Shen Moli was hit by a violent palm, his eyes turned black and he fainted.