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A gust of wind rushed towards him, Ling Hu never had to look back, he had already felt a violent sound of flapping wings in the air a hundred zhang away behind him, without the slightest hesitation, Ling Hu never looked back and whispered: "Law, do whatever you want." ”

The tail rhyme of the word "heart" is still condensed at the corner of his lips, and behind him, as if tearing through the air, a violent voice suddenly sounded: "Linghu Jue, see where you are running this time?" It was the ghost king who was standing on the back of the blood vulture who spoke, at this moment, his face revealed a hideous and vicious sè mixed with resentment, when ri, he was scared back by the black dragon, and then he thought about it carefully, and he knew that he had been fooled, and it was impossible to use the true power of the black dragon spear according to the strength of the fox to do so, and the black dragon must have used some kind of secret method to release it, tangible and intangible, and definitely not his opponent. In the past few days, he has been holding back a resentment after being annoyed and angry, so when the escort used the communication jade talisman to show Jing, he knew that the opportunity to vent his anger had come. So, I couldn't wait to get on the blood vulture and rushed over.

Looking down at Ling Hujue, who was fleeing in a panic not far away, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he even fantasized about what kind of means he would use to punish this cunning kid.

Things happened so suddenly that there was no hint of warning, like a miracle, a bumpy and upright figure with a domineering momentum appeared in the void ten zhang away, it was the Empress of the Night Jing Ling, wearing a black sè magician robe, there was no expression on her face that was so cold to the extreme, just stared at the blood vulture that was flying quickly with a pair of clear and cold eyes.

The blood vulture was under control, and unwillingly let out a high-pitched chirp, and flew diagonally and turned around. The speed dropped suddenly.

The heartstrings fluttered. The Ghost King also sank his face. He knew the Empress Jing Ling of the Night, and naturally understood the relationship between her and Ling Hu Jue, and said in a deep voice: "Emperor Yu, you want to interfere?"

The Empress Jing Ling didn't react in the slightest, not even a small wrinkle in the corner of her eye, not a single twitch of the tendons at the ends, she just stared at the blood vulture so coldly, without a trace of emotion.

Now, the Youwang is a little unsure. —Xiazi froze there, and after swallowing his saliva hard, he roared with a slight threat: "Emperor Yu, although your clan has broken away from the Jing Spirit Clan, after all, it is also within the Hundred Clans, do you want to disobey the contract?"

Before he finished his appointment, the space floated, and the little water magic elements were scattered like waves and shadows. Since the two of them were only a dozen feet apart, the king of Jing Illusion suddenly understood what kind of night Jing Spirit Empress this was. Rather, it is a magic law similar to illusion.

He didn't have to think about it, he knew who was doing it, and his anger was rising. The blood was boiling, and the old face of the Youwang turned red, and he roared in white: "Ling Hu Jue, even if you escape to the Ghost Heaven Realm, this king will break you into ten thousand pieces." ”

This angry roar resounded through the sky, and even if it fell into the ears of Ling Hujue, who fled a few miles away again, it was tantamount to a scorching thunder. But Ling Fox was not alarmed, because there was almost no grass, and the muddy swamp with a radius of hundreds of miles was close at hand.

In the daytime, the swamp was dark and dirty, with a thin layer of mist, rising from time to time, and scattered gravel stood in it, some of which were frighteningly large, and where a few wilted and weak weeds seemed to be able to settle down.

The flame hissed, and the four hooves lightly stepped on the void, and the blood-red mane only narrowed slightly on those stones, and then floated up.

After galloping for about a hundred feet, the faint fury of the Phantom King came faintly behind him. Linghu Jue hesitated slightly, and a message came out to the flame from the spirit platform: "You go first." After saying that, the whole person bounced up and landed on a boulder. Lie Yan naturally obeyed his words, and still jumped away like a wind and waves, and Wei Bao's lying body was thrown in the bloody mane, like the shadow of the waves swirling in the angry sea.

At the moment when the wave shadow disappeared, the whistling wind mixed with a huge yin shadow flew like a cloud covering the sky, and a pair of slender and powerful bird claws volleyed towards Ling Fox, what a pair of terrifying claws, on that purple and black skin, there were countless ugly spasmodic scars.

Before the claws arrived, the wind came first, and it was mixed with this kind of mysterious magical aura, which made Ling Hu Jue suddenly feel a churning cramp in his internal organs, but he had already thought of a way to deal with it, and when the claw shadow was getting bigger and bigger in the depths of his pupils, he fell down the wind, and fell into the mire with a "poof", and the muddy quagmire was like a pool of water to instantly submerge his body.

Now, standing on the back of the hovering blood vulture, the ghost king is again, the quagmire is different from the rivers, seas, lakes and rivers, even if the powerhouse of the king-level realm falls, he can't move lightly, and he can't stay for a long time, unless there is some earth-based treasure, or a special law supernatural power.

Thinking of this, King You's heart was pounding again, to be honest, he had only fought with Linghu twice, but he was really insightful, what artifacts, divine beasts, exotic treasures, magical powers, and laws were endless, even he, a king-level powerhouse who could be regarded as having seen a big scene, also saw the dizzying and dazzling, and the jealousy and hatred in his heart were mentioned.

Just when he was stunned, the blood vulture was furious, his wings balanced his body, and the ugly bird claws slammed into the mire with two thunderballs emitting a faint blood light at an extremely fast speed, "bang" like a landslide and a cracked explosion, with a skyrocketing mud wave shè, the sky and the earth were dim, under the effect of the blood vulture's natural power blood thunder, the quagmire in a radius was turbulent, slowly spreading to all around.

The Ghost King's eyes widened and stared at the tumbling mire for a moment, not even daring to breathe. It wasn't that he was afraid that Linghu would escape, but that he would be killed by his blood thunder, and his corpse would float up and then be swallowed up by the mire, so it would be extremely difficult for him to absorb Jing blood next.

Sadly, the waves had passed, and the surface of the mire was calm, and there was nothing but more air. This made the Youwang stunned again: No, even if he had any strange treasures on his body, it was impossible to get out of the area covered by blood thunder in such a quick time.

The more he thought about it, the more unbelievable he felt, and at this moment, he vaguely understood that Ling Hujue's seemingly panicked escape before was actually a back road that had been left a long time ago. The jealous mood was even heavier, and the blood vulture spun left and right, in all directions. Several more blood thunderbolts fell. In a flash. The quagmire within a few hundred feet turned into a thunder prison, full of roaring explosions and tumbling mud waves.

I have to say, this one works very well. With the unused law of the earth system and the rapid movement of the water spirit mother in the mire, Linghu Jue was blown out, and as the splashing mud waves rolled up into the air, he only felt that his chest was like a knife cut, and then he was invaded by the breath of blood thunder, and there was a painful feeling of being eaten by ten thousand ants.

Seeing the familiar figure tumbling out, the eyes of the Youwang, who had been nervous, suddenly dilated. With a violent face, he roared: "Ling Hujue, you are dead." As he spoke, he volleyed into the void, and the two clusters of green light and forest ghost fire had flashed and swirled away at the moment when his figure moved forward, and the sound of breaking the sky roared like a ghost cry.

Lingtai was still a little dazed, Linghu Jue turned over in the air, one arm shook, and the black dragon spear glowing with dark brilliance had smashed straight up so fiercely, the ghost fire was swept away, and his whole person fell into the mire as if he didn't hold it in one breath.

But this time it's not that simple. The blood vulture flew up several feet, its wings swinging violently. The surrounding strong winds swirled sharply, forming whirlpools on the surface of the mire.

Seeing that his plan to get out of trouble by borrowing the quagmire again failed, Ling Hu Jue had already turned his heart sideways, and his figure turned over again, like an angry dragon out of the trap, with his strong skills, he went straight out and landed on a shaking boulder. Lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and whispered: "Law, return to silence." ”

It seems to be a sigh of four words, and the light chanting seems extremely soft and calm, and does not contain any fear and pathos of life and death, just like the withering of a flower and a tree, the withering of a forest, so indifferent, but so compassionate.

There is still an end rhyme left in the sigh, and the mud swamp around him is rolled up without any gap and without gap, like a wave that is endless, there is a faint wind and thunder, and the air is also stirring and shouting!

What a powerful law. The green tendons on the forehead of the Youwang floated, and his eyes, which were no different from ordinary people, turned into a miserable green like a ghostly fire in an instant.

The blood vulture seemed to be fearless, its wings waved backwards and in a circle, and the ten pillars of blood light formed a light wheel and then forked slightly, like ten sharp swords, transformed into countless crystal blood lights, and flew towards the muddy waves that Ling Fox rolled up.

The wind and thunder in the mud waves were even louder, trembling like a snake, and they condensed into eight black thunderballs in an instant, roaring endlessly, coiling up, the bloodlight and black thunder collided with the air, countless air currents were churning, and the strong wind was splashing with the residual law breath, and it was a great wonder to feel the brilliance, which made people's hearts shake!

The backlash of the breath made Linghu snort, and the spiritual platform shook violently, and a mouthful of blood went up his throat, turning into blood and oozing out of the corner of his lips. But in a pair of cold eyes, apart from extreme solemnity and deep stiffness, there is still no other rhyme.

He was defeated, although he had a strong law, but due to the low realm, he was still defeated by the blow that the blood vulture had not yet exhausted.

The king of Youwang was moved, condensed his blue eyes and looked at the young man in front of him who could only be described as a demon, and said coldly: "Ling Hujue, you are the most talented young man this king has ever seen, and this king will take killing you as the glory of his life." ”

A king-level powerhouse takes killing himself as his life's glory, which is the greatest affirmation for anyone who has not stepped into the king-level. But Ling Hu Jue's eyes were still so deep that he couldn't see a clue, and he pouted at the red blood stains on the corners of his lips, and said coldly: "Youwang, it is still unknown who will kill the deer." ”

The King of You ignored Ling Hujue, who was still tough and domineering when he was dying, and the little love in Fang Cai's heart had long since vanished, his face showed extreme contempt and disdain, and he said hatefully: "Then you can see how this king took your life." After speaking, his hands were slightly raised to the sky, and the two ghost fires in the palm of his hand each shè a green light, and at the same time the space a few feet away from the center of the eyebrows, the eyes also shè a green light, and the miserable green eyes merged with the light that had converged before, forming a light curtain that suddenly rose up, and at the same time it suddenly rolled down, like a falling transparent green crystal, and like a stormy blue wave, roaring to cover Linghu in it.

This is the two-wheel law of the ghost king's mutation after fusing the ghost fire: Senluo. This is a kind of illusion law of the middle grade of the earth, and the reason why the King of You casts this law is to take advantage of the time when Linghu is falling into the illusion, so that the blood vulture can take the opportunity to suck his Jing blood alive, so as to obtain the greatest integrity of the treasure on his body.

At this time, Ling Hujue's whole person was shrouded in Xuanfeng's blood sè armor, and he stared at this green sè light curtain calmly, he knew that this was the law of illusion, which was also the reason why he was not in a hurry to cast the Black Dragon Present or the Sun God Bow. At this moment, he already knew that in his body, the most powerful thing was not an artifact, nor a divine beast, but his own Pure Crystal Heart, which seemed to hide endless mysteries, waiting for him to explore and comprehend. And now, too, is an opportunity.

To be honest, from the first time he fought with the Youwang King, he knew that the king-level powerhouse of this blood clan cultivated the law of illusion, and the illusion that suddenly appeared in the courtyard of the blood clan's residence was the best proof of this.

The green light curtain began to flicker, like a ghost reflected in a nightmare, and the fierceness of the silent laughter in the silence began to appear.

At the moment when Linghu Jue fell into the illusion, no one noticed that the surface of the mire actually rose slightly, and an imperceptible ripple rippled away! )