"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The two brothers, Manluo and Mantuo, are masters of the Six Heavens of the Broken Realm, and they are both proud sons of the heavens who have been recognized by Cheng Xiantai. It can be said that neither Mantuo nor Manluo is a Cunzi that Mo Qilin can compete with.

Now, the two brothers have joined forces, once the ink qilin is intercepted, then it will be difficult for the ink qilin to survive in the sky.

"Nether Retreat!"

Feeling the approaching figure behind his back, the ink qilin narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly snorted, and when he landed, inside the ink qilin's treasure soul realm, the netherworld peaks burst in response, and endless nether smoke, like a tide, poured into the limbs and bones of the ink qilin.

Hulala......

When he landed, the figure of the ink qilin was completely shrouded in a dark and inky mist, like a god of the underworld who had crawled out of the netherworld, giving people a feeling of evil, viciousness, and cruelty.

Looking intently, I saw that above the vast sky, a pitch-black rainbow light flashed away, followed by Mantuo and Manluo, who were closely behind, one after another, running the true yuan in their bodies, supporting a protective body cover, for fear of being corroded by the strong netherworld mist and suffering trauma.

"Mo Qilin, even if you go to heaven and earth today, you can't escape our clutches!"

Manro and Mando looked at each other and sneered.

Immediately afterwards, the degree of the two brothers rose sharply, like two cannonballs, cutting through the sky and shooting towards the ink unicorn.

Who would have thought, just at the moment when the two brothers, Manro and Mantuo, were about to catch up with the ink qilin, a jaw-dropping scene appeared-the figure of the ink qilin actually began to corrupt and dissolve in a degree visible to the naked eye in the thick dark mist, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Huh?"

"What? The ink unicorn disappeared? ”

Manro and Mantuo couldn't help but be startled, and they looked at each other one by one, unable to believe their eyes.

Fortunately, both of them were experienced masters, so they immediately dispersed their thoughts and began to search for Mo Qilin's true body.

Sou......

Listening to a piercing sound of breaking the air, the ink unicorn that was completely integrated into the netherworld mist had no specific form, and when I looked closely, I saw a fog as black as ink, flashing above the sky, so fast, like lightning and stone fire, as fast as thunder.

Mantuo and Manro couldn't help but be shocked.

The ink qilin turned into an informless netherworld mist, and its breath was also ethereal, making it elusive. One negligence may lead to the loss of the ink unicorn.

"Hehe, I blew up one Netherworld Mountain Peak after another, and performed the forbidden footwork 'Netherworld Retreat Technique', even if Mantuo and Manluo, the two masters who have been recognized by Cheng Sendai, may not be able to catch up with me!"

The ink unicorn, which turned into a wisp of light and smoke, sneered secretly in his heart.

For the Ink Qilin, every Netherworld Mountain in the Treasure Soul Realm is extremely precious, and it is the result of the Ink Qilin's cultivation for hundreds of years. Now, in order to escape the pursuit, many Netherworld Peaks have been shattered one after another, which can be regarded as a bloody investment for Mo Qilin.

Whizzing!

"No matter what, you can't let this kid escape!"

"Hell, after this son dissolved into the nether mist, the aura of the 'Burning Blood Tracer' that was originally contaminated with it also disappeared completely. Now, if you want to track it for thousands of miles, it is even more difficult. ”

Mantuo and Manro both had grim expressions.

At that moment, the two of them fought for fate to turn the true yuan in their bodies, their blood was boiling, and they chased towards the ink qilin one by one, for fear that a negligence would be escaped by the ink qilin.

At the same time, above the tattered mountain range, Elder Gu's face turned pale, looking at the scene in the distant sky, he couldn't help but gasp, "What? That guy from the Ink Qilin actually fused his body into the Nether Mist, thus getting rid of my Burning Blood Tracker? ”

As soon as the steel teeth were bitten, Elder Gu couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, and said coldly, "Damn Mo Qilin, no matter what today, we will snatch back the thousand-year-old red ginseng essence!" Also, take your head and go to the Valley of the Holy Spring to receive the reward! ”

Elder Gu was so angry that his whole body trembled.

Whoosh, whoosh!

From the body of the ancient elder, hundreds of figures shot out one after another, each of which was a handsome young man wearing a special robe.

"Elder Gu, we are not old in the mountain, and nine more disciples have broken through the bottleneck and are ready to cross the tribulation!"

One of the young men in the lead exhaled.

Hearing this, Elder Gu's cloudy face softened slightly, and he licked his lips, "Hehe, are there nine more disciples going to cross the tribulation?" Well, that's a good thing. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and made a move, hulala, countless figures swept out from the ancient elder's treasure soul realm, densely packed, like a plague of locusts, and in an instant, the valley was filled.

Looking closely, there were two or three thousand figures, each of which was wearing a uniform robe, and was full of spirit.

"Meet Elder Gu!"

"Meet Elder Gu!"

Two or three thousand figures, as soon as they appeared, all knelt on the ground, saluted the ancient elders, and the sound of a tsunami came out of the mouth, causing the mountains and rivers to shake.

In the center of the crowd, there were nine figures sitting cross-legged, concentrating on closing their eyes and cultivating, the true yuan in their bodies was like a wave, turbulent, and there was a faint tendency to impact the realm of the divine element.

"All disciples, listen to orders!"

Elder Gu's expression was grim, and with a wave of his big hand, he ordered, "Immediately form a formation and protect the Crossing Tribulation Disciple!" ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and summoned a number of order flags from his sleeves, inserted them in the valley, chanted words in his mouth, pinched the trick in his hand, and after a while, he completed the arrangement of a defensive enchantment.

The two or three thousand disciples from the Immortal Mountain summoned their own natal weapons in unison, and one by one, they gathered into a huge killing array, extremely vigilant against potential threats in all directions.

"Seven Wolves Smoke Array!"

Elder Gu took out a huge wine gourd again and summoned the Seven Evil Wolf Smoke Array, and in a short time, the entire valley was shrouded in misty wolf smoke.

Although there were only two wolf beasts left in the Seven Evil Wolf Smoke Array, it was not a place that ordinary monks dared to touch.

The wind was howling, and inside a sky-high giant peak two hundred miles away, Ji Xu was crawling in a hole that ran through the front and back, constricting his breath, and he didn't dare to move for a long time. When the figures of Mo Qilin, Mantuo, and Manluo completely disappeared into the distant sky, Ji Xu exhaled a long breath of turbidity, like a pangolin, landed on all fours, and quickly crawled towards another exit on the mountainside.

After a while, Ji Xu leaned out of the cave exit and carefully observed the surrounding situation.

Suddenly, Ji Xu's pupils constricted, staring at the valley two hundred miles away without blinking, his lips pursed violently, "Oh my God, I read it right?" Those guys are actually disciples from the Immortal Mountain! ”

"Moreover, there are two or three thousand people!"

Ji Xu's heart shook, and he was unspeakably horrified.

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