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After a series of fierce battles, he finally gained the upper hand, Li Qingshan couldn't wait to laugh three times, in the picture scroll, although Mo Yu had the upper hand at the beginning, but his demonic energy was not endless, he exerted his magic power many times, and was hit hard by Li Qingshan several times in succession, and the consumption was actually very large.

However, Li Qingshan showed amazing endurance, but under the elimination of the other, Mo Yu gradually lost his strength, and was slashed by Li Qingshan with three swords, defeated, and wanted to get out at this time, but how could there be nàmeróngyì.

Li Qingshan firmly grasped the scroll of the painting, even if the Dragon King of the Mohai Sea made a move, he didn't want to take this thing away from him completely, this scroll of painting does have a magical effect, but if it is strong, it may not be as strong as some magic weapons made of gold and iron, and it will definitely not be able to withstand the full pull of the two demon marshals.

"You...... North Moon ...... What do you want?"

In an instant, Mo Yu's face showed a look of rage, but the dead face of the expression of the fùméiyǒu was immediately restored, and now that Beiyue had the upper hand, Méiyǒu immediately made a move, obviously with other plans.

"Why don't you let go first, and then we can talk slowly?"

Li Qingshan had already seen that this scroll was extremely important to Mo Yu, otherwise he would have to spend a lot of effort to get out of the scroll and move it directly, and by the time he got shíhòu Mo Yu had already gone far away, and it was difficult to catch up, but he did not hesitate to let him get out, and he also wanted to take the scroll with him.

The reason why he is not in a hurry to make a move is naturally to maximize his interests and minimize contradictions. If Mo Yu really comes from the painting, it is very kěnéng as long as he refines this painting, he can control him, and with such a hostage in his hand, the Dragon King of the Mo Sea will also have to cast a rat taboo.

Judging from Mo Yu's cousin, he is even more convinced of Zìjǐ's reasoning.

"With shíme conditions, you can open it, but you don't have to be delusional about this scroll!"

Mo Yu said categorically, this scroll is his roots, although he has his own will. Become a youkai who can practice, but still can't get rid of this connection, in a certain way. He is the so-called instrument spirit, if he is refined by Beiyue, he will only end up as a slave and a servant.

"You don't seem to be engaged in qīngchǔ, who has the final say now?"

Li Qingshan pulled back suddenly. The scroll was tense and straightened, and although there was still a smile on his face, his red eyes were already shining with cold light. glanced at Mo Yu's hand holding the scroll. The hand, which was originally pale, now turned jet black, almost merged with the painting axis into yītǐ, otherwise he would have to consider the jìnháng raid.

"If you dare to destroy this painting, you will become a mortal enemy who is not in line with Mohai, and from then on Qingzhou, no. There is no place for you in Kyushu!"

"Could it be that if I let you go today, can we still turn enemies into friends and be good friends from now on?"

Li Qingshan sneered, this kind of wēixié is becoming more and more ink feather, and he will not subdue or kill Mo Yu today. Isn't it possible to wait until he survives the three heavenly tribulations and becomes the demon king before coming to him for revenge?

Mo Yu looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh, "That's it!"

Li Qingshan smiled slightly, and finally relented! But seeing Mo Yu's expression, he pulled hard, snorted, and the scroll was cut in two, and Mo Yu would rather destroy it than hand it over to Li Qingshan.

Where the scroll broke, spiritual light surged out, forming a white yètǐ, changing its form, and covering Li Qingshan. This is the strange shìjiè that exists in the scroll, which is used by Mo Yu as a last resort before it completely dissipates, and once it is wrapped in it, even Li Qingshan will be hit hard.

But Li Qingshan was always on guard, how could he be hit, and immediately pulled back. The white yètǐ quickly collapsed and melted into the void, and then I saw that Mo Yu had disappeared with half of the remnants of the painting, throwing it into the black vortex, completely cutting off Li Qingshan's kěnéng for the restoration of this painting.

"It's a bit decisive, but it's all come to this point, do you still want to go?"

Li Qingshan exclaimed, his expression turned sharp, he waved his wings and soared into the sky, and in the midst of the whirlwind, pieces of spirit turtle Xuanjia flew out.

Li Qingshan closed his eyes and opened them immediately, "Southwest!

With a wave of his hand, all the spirit tortoise armors overlapped together, shining in the southwest direction, and sure enough, hundreds of miles away, the figure of Mo Yu was found. Unexpectedly, he did not flee in the direction of Mohai, but did the opposite, and lost his square inch.

Li Qingshan turned into a red light, roaring towards the southwest like a meteor.

As soon as Mo Yu successfully moved, he spurted out a mouthful of black blood, tearing the scroll and causing him an irreparable damage. Suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and when he looked back, hundreds of miles away, fǎngfó had a red eye, staring at him deadly, he forced the injury, and immediately moved for the second time, changing direction again.

"Are you heading north again?

The ink feather moved three times in a row, constantly changing direction, and the gǎnjiào being watched followed like a shadow, like a sharp sword hanging above his head, ready to be cut down at any time.

And the distance he moved was getting closer and closer each time, and he barely moved for the last time, but he only moved a distance of a few dozen miles, still escaping surveillance, zhīdào This is just a sprint for Beiyue.

Mo Yu was exhausted, and the injuries on his body erupted violently, and the wounds left by the "Three Absolute Books" were finally healed, and at this time, they cracked one after another, and black blood flowed out.

In a moment, a red light leaped out of the horizon and flew by. Mo Yu knew that there was no hope of escaping, so he stood in the void like this, calmly looking at the red light approaching, "Beiyue, you are pushing people too much!"

Li Qingshan opened his mouth and spat out, and a blowing wind, from childhood to adulthood, turned into a whistling tornado, rolling towards Mo Yu.

Wringing you to pieces, can you still recover?

......

On the wind and rain pavilion in the West Mountain, Ji Bao saw them disappear, and was about to fly to chase the red light of Beiyue, one hand pressed her shoulder, Ji Bao looked back and said puzzledly: "Sister!"

"It's time for us to go back. ”

"Shall we not see the results?"

"Life and death are decided!"

Gu Yanying shook her head heavily, she really hoped that Mo Yu would agree to Li Qingshan's conditions, so that there was still room for things to turn around, and she could ask the Dragon King of Mo Hai to come forward, pay the price, make an agreement, and so on......

But she also míngbái Mo Yu will not accept it, she can persuade Li Qingshan to let Mo Yu live, but he will not agree.

She has heard a lot of high-sounding words like "for your own good", but how disgusting are the most míngbái words, pretending to predict the future of the other party, what will happen if you don't say it according to zìjǐ! Even if it is true, how many people will accept it willingly?

She knew that it was useless, but in the end she still said it, and in the end it was still useless, and it was worse than watching something bad happen but being powerless to prevent it, and from now on, there will be two fewer acquaintances on this cultivation path!

With a terrible chirp, Mo Yu turned into a black crow, flying around the pillar of wind towards Li Qingshan, sprinkling drops of ink on his body.

Facing a desperate counterattack, Li Qingshan also restrained his expression, silently raised his fist, and was about to send this enemy on his last ride, when he suddenly twisted his body and punched back.

The crow disappeared and turned into a black feather, appearing right behind him.

In the face of this fatal punch, Mo Yu opened his arms without fear on his face, and even méiyǒuyīdiǎn was surprised, a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and his lips opened and closed silently.

You're going to die!

Li Qingshan's heart sank, and as soon as his fist touched Mo Yu's body, he turned into a cloud of pitch-black ink and burst.

Self-detonating demon pill, all of them will be destroyed!

It was ten times more powerful than any Jindan monk Li Qingshan had ever seen to blow up the golden pill, and the heaven and earth were all blackened with ink, and the dark sphere full of death power swelled to the extreme, as if a round of black sun appeared in the sky.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, the grass and trees withered, and people and animals died.

Li Qingshan had already expected this situation, and he also made corresponding precautions, and at the moment when Mo Yu exploded the demon pill, pieces of spirit turtle Xuanjia flew out and formed a stable sphere. After being promoted to Demon Marshal, the Spirit Tortoise Xuanjia, the most basic magical power of the Spirit Tortoise, its defensive power has also become stronger.

The black sun swallowed it silently, and in an instant, cracks appeared on the spirit tortoise's Xuanjia, crumbling, and it only lasted for a moment before it shattered, and Li Qingshan was also swallowed by the darkness, and the power of death launched an attack on the fire of his life for the last time.

This is not that the Spirit Tortoise Xuanjia is not strong enough, but that Li Qingshan has been fighting until now, constantly urging his talent and supernatural powers, and constantly making predictions, whether it is jīngshén or demonic energy, it is extremely expensive.

The black sun slowly became smaller and eventually disappeared.

Li Qingshan looked up at a round of hooked moons, the sky was full of stars, let out a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Mo Yu, I'm still dead in the end!"

The Spirit Tortoise Xuanjia supported that moment and resisted most of the damage, but fortunately, any guidance from the power of this explosion was just disorderly spreading in all directions, otherwise it would really be dangerous.

After hardships, it is not too fast to kill Kou's revenge!

But now it's time to run!

......

Thousands of miles away, without waiting for the life lamp to go out, a pair of dragon eyes opened again, and the sea of ink began to churn.

In the sea of ink, the dragon king groaned.

In the southern hub city, King Mu Chulie of Qingzhou stepped on the city, looked at the depths of the ink sea, and his mind flew thousands of miles, only to see a black dragon rising to the sky, meandering and soaring, like an optimus pillar, connecting the distance between the sky and the sea, the ink sea roared, and wanted to go with it.

"Molong Daoyou, what's wrong?" King Chu Lie asked loudly.

The Dragon King of the Mohai Sea did not answer, and swept over the Southern Pivot City, pointing straight to the southwest, thousands of miles away.

......

Li Qingshan's hair rose all over his body, and he was unprecedentedly terrifying, clearly perceiving that any enemy appeared within the méiyǒu, and the dangerous gǎnjiào, but the fǎngfó divine sword slashed at the neck, leaving only a fraction of a second, and he wanted to make the head of the other person fall to the ground.

Calm your mind and use the spirit turtle to take precautions, so as not to be locked in the direction by the divination technique, and finally rein in your breath.

However, at this point, something went wrong, in the explosion of Fang Cai, his body was stained with ink marks, and when he probed carefully, the ink marks were not only on the skin, but also deep into the bones of the body, and even the demon pill was covered with a layer of dead air.

Although it can't hurt him, it's not a moment to completely clear it. If the guess is correct, the Dragon King of the Ink Sea and the Ink Feather come from the same source, then this ink mark will be as eye-catching as a bright light in the dark, even if the breath is completely hidden, it is useless.

"Is this Mo Yu's last curse? Hehe, it used to be a joke, this is the fucking curse!

Li Qingshan praised, waved his wings, and threw himself into the wind. (To be continued)