Chapter 93:

Lying on the ground, Linzi has lost his vitality, but the strange thing is that there are always black and golden lights that are intertwined. Next to him, Wen Qing’s eyes were closed and motionless.
About a moment of kung fu, the staleness of the land was warm and moving, and his whole body trembled, his face was no better than the lying on the ground.
Holding his forehead with his hand, Wen Qing's brow wrinkled, it seems extremely painful, but his face has a smile: "Haha, no matter how arrogant you have been, it is not fallen to the soul."
In the distance, the monk looked at Qin Mo, and one of his eyes could not tell the complexity. After the falling thunder sword floated on the body of Qin Mo, Qin Mo’s eyes were cold and cold, that is, this person killed Lin Zizhen.
The earth trembled again. This time, the movement was much bigger than before, as if the whole world had to be broken.
The spirit in the air became thinner and thinner. Qin Mo’s heart trembled. It seemed that something had happened. Turning around and seeing it, Wen Qing’s hand was holding a weird scimitar and marching toward Lin Zi’s body. The action seemed to be I want to split the forest.
Qin Mo's hole was tightened, and he did not care for the monk in front of him. His body shape quickly went toward the two people. The monk apparently also saw this scene, and it also brought a bit of sullen color on his face. His apprentice, but he was not treated like this.
The Wenqing scimitar has already stabbed Lin Zikai, and the blood shed from the forest. At the same time, a glare of white light rose from the forest.
The light is getting more and more dazzling, even surpassing the brightness of the sun, so that people can't open their eyes. When it was all over it, everyone only felt that the spirit was awkward and instantly lost all consciousness.
Qin Mo clearly saw the gray body of Lin Zikai's body, and he tried to widen his eyes. I wonder if the light is too glaring, and there is water flowing out of his eyes. He extended his hand in the direction of Lin Zikai, and only grabbed a crystal ball with a radiant glow.
The ball is a piece of debris separated from the forest. Qin ink clenched his palm and firmly held the piece.
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Qingming Island is a huge island with mountains and green grass, and the scenery is very pleasant. On the island of Qinmo Station, the eyes look far away.
He has lived on this island for five years. Since he woke up, he appeared here. Obviously, this is not the devil world. Qin Mo does not know how he appeared here.
Qin Mo hand unconsciously touched a circular sphere hanging from his chest. The ball was attached to his chest and touched a piece of warmth. It was Qin Mo who grabbed the piece.
Is Lin Zizhen so dead? Qin Mo does not believe that since this world still exists, then Lin Zikai must still live in a certain corner.
However, whenever the night is quiet, Qin Mo thinks that Lin Zikai's body is turned into a gray fly scene. His heart is faint and has some bad feelings, but he is always unwilling to believe.
"Qin Mo Xiaozi, come over, the ship is leaving." When Qin Mo was in a daze, there was a cry from behind him. When he heard this voice, Qin Mo browed and his face was mild, and he replied: "Uncle Cang."
In this way, Qin Mo turned and walked toward the edge of the island. A boat was parked on the stretch of the sea. There was a man standing at the bow. He wore an ordinary linen, which was the uncle of Qin Mokou.
After Qin Mo was awake, the spiritual power was consumed, and even the veins in the body broke down a lot. Fortunately, when he met Cang Shu, he was able to cure the internal injuries, and the strength was a step further.
Most of the islands are ordinary people, but Uncle Cang is obviously different. He is an alchemy teacher and his grade is quite high.
When Qin Mo just stepped on the boat, the hull trembled a little, and then a loud bang was heard. The boat’s uncle waved and the boat swayed.
"Qin Mo Xiaozi, do you really want to leave here?" Cang's brow picked up and looked at Qin Mo. He couldn't hear any emotion in his tone. It seemed very casual.
"Well, I am going to find two people." The sea breeze noodles, with a bit of salty taste, Qin Mo reached out and touched the chest bead, his eyes fixed on the surface of the sea.
When he heard the words of Qin Mo, Uncle Cang didn't take it for granted. He smiled and went straight into the cabin, leaving Qin Hai alone on the deck. Looking at the wide sea, Qin ink sighed with a sigh of relief.
It takes ten days from Qingming Island to Wanshan Town. At this time, it is already on the fifth day, and the ship is halfway.
Qin ink took a cup of tea inside the cabin. The earthy gray cup is placed on the table, and at the bottom of the cup, a few pieces of dark green tea slowly sway.
This tea is the Qingming Island residents who think about themselves, and Qin Mo smiles lightly.
The table suddenly trembled. The cup on the table was shaken vigorously. The tea was sprinkled on the tabletop. The eyebrows of Qin ink browed, and there was a noise from the outside of the cabin.
"It's a day!"
When Qin Mo walked out of the cabin, he saw that the bright sky had already darkened. He had always been calm and windy on the sea. His boat was like a boat, and the sea was constantly floating.
"Stabilize!" Cang Shu stood in the bow, his arms raised, and he did not panic and commanded. There was not much fear of this storm.
Seeing him like this, there were still some flustered people who gradually subsided. This ship is not an ordinary ship, but a spiritual boat made by a self-cultivator. They will not fear this storm. They have nothing to worry about.
There is a layer of enchantment around the Lingzhou. Even if the wind is raging, the seawater will not fall on everyone on the boat.
Qin Mobu walked to the side of Cang Shu, and looked around the sea. The original blue sea water turned into a deep black, and there was always something that could not be said to be strange. Qin Momei’s heart was a glimpse, but the gods quickly swept down.
The practical power of Qin Mo has reached the Yuan Ying period. The power of the gods has strengthened. When the gods enter the sea, Qin Mo has discovered the strange things. There is a black shadow below the Tibetan boat, and the spirit boat keeps advancing.
The body of the black object moved, and Qin Mo saw a pair of huge scorpions, which were full of greed and blood.
The face of Qin ink changed abruptly, and the mouth screamed: "Be careful." The falling sword appeared in his palm, and the of the water condensed into a fine sword and stabbed in the eyes of the black object.
When Qin Mo knew the movement, the underwater monster noticed it. It was huge, but very flexible. It only took a long time to escape. However, the strength of Qin Mo is not the same as before, even if it moves very much, the sword of Qin Mo has fallen mercilessly on its right eye.
There was a scream of sorrow in the mouth of the monster, and the body trembled and smashed out of the water. Under the action of this monster, the shovel became more and more powerful.
However, at this moment, the people on the spirit boat did not pay attention to the foot of the boat, and their eyes were placed on the huge monster in front of the spirit boat.
"what is that?"
"It is evil." The uncle of the bow, said with amazement, immediately saw a sleeve, white light flashed, a white powder appeared from his sleeve, and fell on everyone, and said: "There is poison around the evil. This powder can avoid poison, everyone is careful."
After doing this, Uncle Cang once again looked at the evil in front, and whispered in confusion. "Isn't this always a demon world? How come it will be near Qingming Island."
When I heard this, Qin Mo acted a bit, the demon world.
"Hey!" The wicked body floated out of the sea and rolled over the surface of the water. It was originally intended to secretly sneak up and swallow the boat people into the belly. I didn't think that the right eye was hit by Qin Moyi, probably already smashed.
It was so painful that he swayed his tail in the direction of the spirit boat.
The people of Lingzhou are all residents of Qingming Island. They are all mortal. When they see the evil, this is a powerful blow. The face suddenly becomes pale, but they are not too confused, but they carefully hide behind the uncle. .
Uncle Uncle’s origins are unclear and unpredictable. It was on the Qingming Island ten years ago. The people on the Qingming Island had witnessed him killing a fierce demon snake by himself. He is very confident in his strength.
Uncle Cang raised his eyebrows and looked at Qin Mo: "Although it is evil, but the strength is only the Yuan Ying period, you go to practice."
Qin Mo injected the spiritual power into the thunder sword, and the sword trembled and made a fine scream, which seemed very exciting. Qin Mo slightly nodded, tiptoe to the ground, jumped out of the spirit boat.
The long sword floated on the chest, Qin ink pointed to the huge tail in front of the evil, and gave a low drink: "Go!" The lightning flashed on the thunder sword, with a faint fire, directly penetrated the tail of the evil.
There was a constant sorrow in the mouth, and a huge mouth was opened. A long black tongue was pulled out of his mouth and wrapped around Qin Mo. At the same time, the four giant claws of the evil spirits slid in the air, and above the claws, several cold light hit the heart of Qin Momei.
Qin ink looks as usual, his hands are quickly printed, and the thunder sword floats in the air, stabbing it against the evil. At the same time, Qin ink turned his hand and a bamboo flute appeared in his hand.
Put the flute on his lips, Qin ink eyes are slightly stunned, and the melodious flute slowly flows out of the flute.
Although some people in Lingzhou’s hearts were wondering why Qin Mo had blown the flute at this time, he still could not immerse himself in the flute. The opposite is very painful.
This flute is the root of the Qin and Mo Devils. It does not have much effect on ordinary monks, but it can be used to attack or control the monsters.
Looking at this evil has lost the ability to resist, Qin Mo hand lifted, and Lei Jian stabbed the head against the evil.
"Hey!" A buddha appeared out of thin air, hitting the top of the Qin ink sword, and the sword trembled. At the same time, a voice came from afar.
"There is a good life in heaven, and I hope that the Taoist friends will let go of this dragon."
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