Vol 9 Chapter 144: Life and death, Dragon King

Even after the battle, I finally got the upper hand. Li Qingshan couldn’t wait to laugh. In the picture, although Mo Yu had the upper hand at the beginning, his demon was not endless, and he tried his best to display many magical powers. It was repeatedly hit by Li Qingshan several times, and the consumption was actually very large. .
However, Li Qingshan showed an amazing endurance. Under the circumstance, the ink feathers gradually became unsupported. They were defeated by Li Qingshan’s three swords. At this time, they wanted to get away, but it was so easy.
Li Qingshan firmly grasped the axis of the painting. Even if the ink dragon shot, he did not want to take the object completely from his hand. This scroll painting really has magical effect, but if it is strong, it may not be worth the gold and iron. The instrument, absolutely can not withstand the full pull of the two demon handsome.
"You... North Moon... What do you want?"
In an instant, Mo Yu’s face showed a raging color, but immediately restored the dead face without expression. Now that the North Moon has the upper hand, it does not immediately shoot, obviously it is another picture.
"It's better to let go first, let's talk slowly?"
Li Qingshan has already seen that this scroll is extremely important to Mo Yu. Otherwise, he will take some effort to get out of the picture and then he will have to spend a lot of time to get away. At that time, Mo Yu has long gone, so it is difficult to catch up, but he does not hesitate to let him go. Get away, but also take away the picture.
The reason why he is not in a hurry to take out is to maximize the benefits and minimize the contradictions. If Mo Yu really comes from the painting, it is very likely that if he refines the painting, he can control him. With such a personal quality in hand, the Mohai Dragon King also has to vote for the mouse.
From the performance of Mo Yu, he is more convinced of his own reasoning.
"What are the conditions, you can do it, but this scroll, you don't have to be delusional!"
What Mo Yu said is that he is the root of his paintings. Although he has his own will and becomes a monster that can practice, he still cannot get rid of this connection. To some extent, he is the so-called instrumental spirit. If it is refining by the North Moon, it will only be the servant of the slave.
"You don't seem to figure out, who is the right person now?"
Li Qingshan slammed back, and the picture was stretched and straightened. Although his face was still smiling, the red light was already shining in the red. Looking at the hand of the ink feather holding the axis of the painting, the original pale hand is now turned into black, almost integrated with the drawing axis, otherwise he will consider conducting a surprise attack.
"If you dare to ruin this painting, you will become a deadly enemy with Mohai. From then on, Qingzhou, no, Kyushu has no place for you!"
"Did I let you go today, can we turn our enemies into friends and be a good friend from now on?"
Li Qingshan sneered, this threat is more and more fascinating. I don’t want to subdue or kill the ink feathers today. Is it necessary to wait until he has spent three days of robbery and become a demon king to come back to him for revenge?
Mo Yu looked up at the sky and sighed, "But it!"
Li Qingshan smiled slightly and finally served soft! However, seeing the ink feathers look awkward, forcefully pull, slamming, the picture is cut from the interruption, and the ink feathers are rather destroyed and never handed over to Li Qingshan.
Where the scroll breaks, the glory rushes out, forming a white liquid, changing shape, and covering Li Qingshan. This is the strange world that exists in the scroll. Before it is completely dissipated, it is used as the last counterattack by the ink feathers. Once it is wrapped in it, even Li Qingshan will be hit hard.
However, Li Qingshan always guarded, how can he move, and immediately pull back. The white liquid quickly collapsed and merged into the void, and then the ink feathers had been carried with a half-volume remnant painting. The black vortex disappeared and the Li Qingshan completely destroyed the painting.
"There is a bit of a decisive decision, but I have reached this step. Do you still want to go?"
Li Qingshan sighed, his look turned, and he waved his wings and swayed, and the fluttering spirits flew out.
Li Qingshan closed his eyes and immediately opened, "Southwest! Xuanguang shines!"
With a wave of hand, all the turtles and mysteries overlap and shine in the southwest direction. Sure enough, hundreds of miles away, the figure of the ink feather was found. Unexpectedly, he did not flee to the direction of the ink sea, but did the opposite and did not lose the square inch.
Li Qingshan turned into a red light, screaming like a meteor toward the southwest.
When Mo Yu had just moved successfully, he slammed a black blood, and the tearing of the picture had caused him a heavy blow. Suddenly felt that the heart was cold, looking back, hundreds of miles away, as if there was a red eye, staring at him in death, he pressed the injury, immediately moved for the second time, once again changed direction.
"Going north again? Xuanguang shines!"
The ink feather moved three times in a row, constantly changing direction, and the feeling of being monitored was like a shadow, like a sword hanging over the head, and it would collapse at any time.
Moreover, the distance he moved was closer than once, and he reluctantly moved for the last time, but only moved away from the distance of dozens of miles. He still did not escape surveillance. It is only a sprint for the North Moon.
The ink feathers were exhausted, and the wounds of the body broke out fiercely. The wounds left by the "Three Musts" were finally bridged. At this time, they were cracked and black blood flowed.
But for a moment, a red light jumped out of the horizon and flew away. Mo Yu knows that he has no hope of escape, so he stands in the void and calmly looks at the red light. "North Moon, you are too aggressive!"
Li Qingshan spit out a mouth, blowing a wind, from small to large, turned into a roaring tornado, and went to the ink feathers.
Will you be able to recover if you twist it into pieces?
... On the Xishan Wind and Rain Pavilion, Sui Bao saw that they disappeared, and was about to fly to chase the red light of the North Moon. One hand held her shoulder, and Bao Bao looked back and said: "A sister!"
"We should go back."
"Let's not go see the results?"
"Life and death have been decided!"
Gu Yanying shook her head heavily. She hoped that Mo Yu could agree with Li Qingshan's conditions. There is still room for change. I can ask Mo Hailong to come forward, pay the price, make an appointment, etc... But she also understands that Mo Yu will not Accepted, she can go to persuade Li Qingshan to let him live, but he will not agree.
She has heard a lot of words about "good for you", but I also understand how irritating this is, and predicting the future of the other party, if not according to what I said, how will it be! Even if it is, how many people will be willing to accept it?
She knows that it is useless. In the end, she still said it. It is still useless. There is nothing worse than watching bad things happen, but it is impossible to stop even worse. From this practice, there are two less acquaintances!
Mo Yu screamed fiercely, turned into a black crow, flew around the wind column and flew to Li Qingshan, and sprinkled a drop of ink on his body.
Faced with a desperate counterattack, Li Qingshan also converged his expression, silently raised his fist, ready to send the enemy the last leg, suddenly screwed back to a boxing out.
The crow disappeared and turned into an ink feather, which was appearing behind him.
In the face of this deadly punch, Mo Yu opened his arms, his face was not afraid, not even surprised, his mouth raised a smile, his lips silently open and close.
you will die!
Li Qingshan’s heart sank, his fist just touched the body of the ink feather, and he turned into a dark ink burst.
Self-explosive demon, the same goes to the end!
That power is far more violent than the Golden Dan monk who has seen Li Qingshan. The heavens and the earth seem to be blackened by ink. The dark sphere filled with death power expands to the extreme, and there seems to be a black scorpion in the sky. .
In the land of dozens of miles, the trees are dying, and the animals and animals are dead.
Li Qingshan had already expected this situation, and also made corresponding defenses. In the moment when the ink feathers blew themselves up, the piece of the turtle turtle Xuanjia flew out and formed a stable sphere. After being promoted to the demon, the most basic magical power of the turtle, the tortoise, has become more powerful.
The black scorpion devours it silently, and when it comes to time, there is a crack on the turtle's mysterious scorpion, which is crumbling and only bursts for a moment. Li Qingshan is also swallowed by the darkness, the power of death, the last time for his life. Fire, launching an invasion.
This is not the spirit turtle Xuanjia is not strong enough, but Li Qingshan battle to the present, constantly stimulating talents, constantly prejudging, regardless of spirit or demon gas are consumed.
The black scorpion slowly became smaller and eventually disappeared.
Li Qingshan looked up at a round of hooks and moons, and he took a sigh of relief and said: "Mu Yu, I still haven't died!"
The support of the turtle's mysterious skeleton is crucial, and it resists most of the damage. It is also good that the power of this explosion has no guidance, but it spreads in all directions disorderly, otherwise it will be dangerous.
After hardships, killing and revenge, not too fast!
But now it’s time to run!
... miles away, waiting for the lights to go out, a pair of dragon eyes opened again, the ink sea began to churn.
Among the ink seas, the dragon king is long.
In the southern hub city, Qingzhou Muchu Lie Wang stepped on the city head and looked at the depths of the ink sea. The gods flew for a thousand miles. Only one ink dragon rushed to the sky, and the dragonfly soared, like a giant pillar, connecting the distance between the sky and the sea. The ink sea whistling, want to go with it.
"Mulongdaoyou, what happened?" Chu Liewang asked loudly.
Mohai Longwang did not answer, passing over the south hub city ~EbookFREE.me~ pointing southwest, thousands of miles away.
... Li Qingshan was stunned and felt like an unprecedented horror. There was no enemy in the perception. The dangerous feeling was like a sword rising to the neck, leaving only a few millimeters of difference.
Calm the mind and use the tortoise to prepare, so as not to be locked by the divination technique, and finally to converge.
However, there was a problem at this step. In the explosion of Fangcai, his body was stained with ink marks and carefully examined. The ink marks were not only on the skin, but also deeper into the body bones. Dead air.
Although he couldn't hurt him, it was not a moment to completely remove it. If the guess is good, the ink dragon king and the ink feather come out with a source, then the ink mark will be as bright as the bright light in the dark, even if the breath is completely hidden, it is useless.
"Is this the last curse of the ink feathers? Oh, it used to be a joke, this is what his mother called the death curse! I have to say, do a beautiful job!"
Li Qingshan praised, waving the wings and plunging into the hurricane.
(To be continued) q