Jinlingyue

Chapter 852, Empress Ashura (35).

"Crack!" There was a soft sound.

The sound of gold, stone and bamboo tearing the air in all directions on the top of Luofu Mountain, swayed in the open field.

It seemed that someone was chopping the bamboo leisurely at the scene, and one couldn't help thinking about it, as if the whole body was suspended, so uncomfortable.

The black air demon sword was sealed by the blue fairy lightsaber, and after a moment of swaying in the wind with the lingering sound of a broken bamboo, it completely dissipated its remaining power.

"Hehe! I can't tell, since your boy's last battle, his skills have increased dramatically in the past few days. You really have a lot of skills."

Xun Tian took a slight step back, as if he was afraid that the blue fairy light of Ink Mo would penetrate his chest, he protected his chest with his hands, and then complimented Ink Mo very reluctantly, said.

From his unsteady face, it can be seen that his arrogance has subsided, and he seems to have no confidence in his heart.

"Tian'er, don't be afraid! There's still my mother and your four big sisters! If you boldly give it a go, it's like playing a game with the interstellar ranger. Even if you lose, you won't be ashamed."

Rakshasa also noticed that the ink and lightsaber showed its sharpness, which is not easy to deal with!

"That's right! Little master, you can fight with confidence, we will guard you. Don't be afraid, if you can't fight, just shout, let's all fight together! Let's see if we can beat this black boy to death!"

The ghost girl looked at Xuntian with an evil face, she twisted Qiaoyue's small waist, and said very coquettishly.

Yes, from the point of view of ghosts and humans, the ink body is really too dark, less than five feet tall, and not very handsome.

On the other hand, boy Xuntian's physical body, his face of a scholarly temperament, his slender figure, his skin as delicate as snowflakes of white flowers, looks well-proportioned without any sense of disobedience at all..., the whole person is that kind of person The little white rabbits that people love!

Although, they are all just ordinary stinky skins.

"Hahahaha! Kid Shui Mo, if you can take this trick, your star stick is worthy of your name."

Xun Tian yelled, and shook the mourning stick in his hand, shaking off the skulls on the ground.

These skulls fell to the ground and became demons, and they slammed head-on into ink as if they went crazy.

Every ghost has its own ghost-headed double-sided Yinfeng Youming knife, which burns the air along the way with a beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, there must be a thousand and eight hundred!

Shui Mo looked at it, took a step back again, and carefully looked at the ghostly ghost, which was gusts of wind, mixed with gold and iron horses, and swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger.

A cold and wet smile quietly hit his heart.

Just a moment of hesitation, ghosts and ghosts swarmed up with all sorts of strange things, fangs and claws, and they had already surrounded Shui Mo tightly in the center of Gai.

"Hahahaha! Little Shui Mo, you are completely helpless now, right? Haha, how much light can your little light sticks still emit? Can they still emit light? Hahahaha."

Xuntian saw that Shui Mo was already stretched, and he seemed to be in a hurry to the naked eye, so he couldn't help laughing at him loudly.

When I was excited, I couldn't help shouting like a ghost.

If you gain power, you will not forgive others, and if you cut the weeds, you will get rid of the roots. This has always been the so-called decisive secret weapon known to all magicians.

"Little Shuimo, if you can't beat him, apologize to Grandfather Tian and surrender, there's still time to cry! Hahahaha."

While yelling, he couldn't help laughing and leaning back and forth, dancing with hands and feet, feeling comfortable all over.

"What? Are you too busy to surrender? Hahahaha."

Seeing that Shui Mo was paying close attention to his first wave of demon attacks, he cursed Shui Mo with love and hatred without thinking about it, and said.

Yes, if he could have a brother like Shui Mo, why would he pursue so hard to become an enemy of the sky?

I have become friends with the granddaughter Xu of God's family, so why worry about it?
The sky-hunting demonic thoughts surged, and it was inevitable that he would start to indulge himself in wishful thinking!

After being hit by the Xianjia's lightsaber Shining Spirit, his soul can still possess his body, but he is a little arrogant, which shows that Xuntian is not useless.

"Damn it! You still want to use the hand of my young master to seize control of the Heavenly Court!"

Ink eyes see six ways, ears listen to all directions.

Although he was watching closely the spooky ghosts who had already surrounded him, his heart was as peaceful as the sky lake in the courtyard of Lingxiao Palace, and he was thinking about all the living and non-living things around him. Think, all insight into the details.

"Xuntian! Watch it."

Ink ink scanned it for the last time, and confirmed that there were no more innocent lives in Luofu Mountain, so he rushed out and sent out a large wave of soul power, imaginary to fill the fluorescent stick in his hand.

With a cold snort, he said succinctly.

With the sound of ink falling to the ground, a dazzling blue cold light flashed, and the Xuntian Rakshasa girls were almost blinded.

Xuntian and Rakshasa who opened their eyes again were completely dumbfounded!

The previous arrogant and domineering arrogance disappeared along with the ghosts output by Xuntian's great soul power, and it was gone!
"What the hell are you doing? You don't play cards according to the routine!"

Xuntian had a mournful face, and there was no skull on an extremely black mourning stick.

"Hey hey hey! Xuntian boy, you are born of the spirit of the earth. Without the support and help of the little sun in my hand, it would be useless and meaningless! Do you know what it means to see?" Is light dead? This is it. Hahahaha!"

Shui Mo laughed out loud, and lightly stroked the dimmed light stick in his hand, and then a handful of fluorescent powder fell to the ground, floating over the top of Luofu Mountain as if they had eyes, and piled up on the cliff below the mountain like a mountain. It seems that Luofu Mountain is almost filled up.

"Light saber! Do you think my mother can't? Xuntian, back off! This kid is now handed over to my mother!"

The Rakshasa female magic spread out, uprooting the Luofu Mountain in a dense manner, and completely suspended it.

"Boy! You want to sink my Luofu Mountain, your idea is too beautiful."

The Rakshasa girl appeared in the air with her hair disheveled, with a big head like Mount Tai. She snorted coldly and said to Shui Mo angrily.

"Raksha girl, it's not that this deity is going to sink your Luofu Mountain, but that you, the mountain god of Luofu Mountain, are so ashamed that you don't want to live in the world anymore! Hehehehe, they made an appointment to take Luofu Mountain to my Dongfang Liuli Naturally, we are very happy to enjoy the old age in peace in the world! Hahahaha."

Shui Mo couldn't help laughing out loud at Rakshasa's questioning, and said to her.

"You boy, with the lingering spirits of thousands of creatures, you want to drown my old lady in Luofu Mountain. I'm blind if you treat me like an old lady?"

In the magic eyes of the Rakshasa girl, she could indeed see that among the fluorescent powder that fell off like snowflakes on the ink fluorescent stick, there were many unscrupulous stewed gods and monsters that she destroyed in order to find the sky and break through. There are many ghosts of innocent ordinary people!
"Hahahaha! Green mountains and green waters, buried bones in the east, but their own choice, I saved them so that they can be reincarnated as human beings, and will no longer be imprisoned by the magic of your mother and son. I still want to ask you Wait: Do you want to obediently go east and reincarnate as a human being, or should you continue to let me go against you, and you will never be reborn forever?"

The ink light sticks scattered again, he said with a cold smile to the Rakshasa Primordial Spirit in mid-air.

"Just you?"

The Rakshasa woman was so angry that she was smoking green smoke, Qiqiao was poisoned.

It was too late, but soon, a magical black thread as thin as a gossamer came straight to the face of ink like lightning.

There was no sign of it.

There was no wind at all, the black filament was like an invisible black snake, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the vital gate of ink and wash.

Shui Mo was about to be pierced by her sword.

Yuyan and Holy Spirit, who were watching the battle from a distance, almost screamed loudly.

(End of this chapter)