Hearing this, the ink delusion on the main beam was secretly frightened, this pope was much smarter than the one in Linqi City. With such a little data, it can be inferred that eight or nine are not far from ten.

"He guessed a lot, but he still can't catch up with your progress, right?" Wanwan seemed to have guessed Mo Zhiyu's thoughts, and looked up to communicate with him.

Mo Zhi looked at her in vain, looking at her eyes as bright as stars, which reflected his own reflection. It seems that because she herself has the "dementor eye" of the god Descendant Mo, he has a feeling of being deeply attracted by these eyes.

Now, because of the narrow space of the magic circle released by the concealment talisman, Wanwan was almost shrunk in his arms, and he could clearly smell the faint fragrance of her body, which was the fragrance of mint. At this time, as long as his gaze moved slightly, he could go all the way down her cheeks, and see the white neck, and the slightly revealing beauty of the neckline.

This atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle, Mo Zhiyu felt that his body was a little hot, and his breathing was a little short, he subconsciously swallowed his saliva, raised his head upward, and moved his body backwards, leaning against the wooden pillar that vertically connected the main beam behind him.

Of course, Wanwan noticed this series of subtle changes in Mo Zhiyu, she smiled not badly, her smile was very charming, her body leaned forward slightly, and she was closer to him, and he could feel the softness of the two masses more obviously.

Then she exhaled like an orchid: "I didn't expect you to finally look like a teenager now." ”

It seemed to wake up with a word, Mo Zhiyu suddenly woke up, remembering that the girl in front of him let herself die every time, and now she is still teasing?

His face instantly wore his own iconic smile, and suddenly he reached out to wrap his arms around Wanwan's waist, making the two people's bodies more close. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers, the tip of his nose almost touching the tip of his nose, so close that his breath could be heard. Then he looked at her panicked eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "And now? ”

At this time, the Hongtian Sect members below had already explained everything, but it seemed that the Pope had remembered something again, and left the study with this Hongtian Sect member and closed the door.

Wanwan saw the opportunity, knocked Mo Zhiyu away with one head, turned over and jumped off the main beam, and then looked at him defiantly. Mo Zhiyu was actually not hurt, but he still subconsciously rubbed his forehead, and then jumped off the main beam with a light smile, and sent a voice to her: "Is it fun?" ”

At this moment, the door of the study was opened with a bang, and a powerful force rushed straight in, it was such a strong coercion that the two of them had no chance to defend. Wanwan was lifted out of the window in an instant, and Mo Zhiyu was directly pressed to the ground.

He heard the sound of soldiers outside the window, and instantly understood their current situation.

It's been discovered!

The Pope stepped in from the door of the study and laughed contemptuously: "Don't you really know that you two flies? ”

Mo Zhiyu gritted his teeth, his hands supported the ground, the green tendons on his hands burst out, he wanted to rush away the coercion on his body, but it was useless.

This is the realm of chaos! Although the Chaos Mirror is only in the realm behind the Illusory Yuan Realm, the gap between the two is at least ten times greater than the gap between the Illusory Yuan Realm and the Lun Spirit Realm! He never thought that the high-level of the Hongtian Sect would actually be a Yuanli cultivator!

In fact, all this time, Mo Zhiyu has never faced a real opponent. Those people, either seriously injured, or the realm blocked, or delirious, he can deal with it, but now, it is the crushing of real strength, and he really has no power to fight back!

The Pope raised his hand slightly, and the powerful power of fire was immediately released. But instead of a rough release, it turned into a flaming claw, and in an instant, it grabbed Mo Zhiyu's neck and dragged him up from the ground!

Mo Zhiyu's skin was not damaged, but he could feel the flames blazing, and it was really like burning himself, making him sweat profusely.

The Pope walked towards the Ink Delusion, took out a scroll from his sleeve, and shook it open with one hand, it was a portrait with three words written next to it:

Ink delirium.

The Pope compared the portrait to the head of the Ink Delirium, who was wearing a mask and could not see his expression clearly, but his voice was laughing: "The Ink Delirium, it really is." Qin Baichuan said that you are an extremely rare alien race, and your bloodline is very pure. You can endure under my red lotus karmic fire for so long now, it seems that Qin Baichuan's statement is good. ”

Mo Zhiyu is now imprisoned by the Pope with coercion, and he can't transmit his voice at all, so he can only speak strongly: "...... God, God's Spokesman...... "......He knew Qin Baichuan's thoughts at the beginning, so he could only use this to tempt the current pope."

"God's spokesman? Is that what Qin Baichuan said to you? The Pope smiled, "It's a shame that you refused." ”

Mo Zhiyu was startled for a moment, and glared at the Pope with difficulty, this person actually didn't want him to be a mascot?! Then take him to mate with those low-level gods? This one is even worse!

"Don't look at me like that, and I'm not going to take you to mate with those lowly piglets." The Pope slowly put the scroll away, "Of course, I can't waste your divine blood. ”

Mo Zhi looked at this pope suspiciously, neither let him be a mascot, nor let him be a "breeding pig", so what else could this person do?

Then he saw the Pope come out of a porcelain vase, and through the porcelain pieces, he could smell the fishy smell inside, which was the smell of the God-given elixir!

The Pope saw the change in Mo Zhiyu's expression, he put the porcelain vase to Mo Zhiyu's face, and said slowly: "It seems that you know, then it will be easy to do, there is no need to explain." Eat this, and your blood will become purer and then mine! ”

Mo Zhiyu immediately understood what the Pope meant, the Pope wanted the "Heavenly Divine Pill" to expand the amount of his divine blood, and then use him as a medium to absorb these divine blood into his body.

It's so vicious!

But Mo Zhiyu has no ability to struggle at all now, and under the absolute level suppression, he can only be slaughtered by others.

The Pope only moved his fingers slightly, and the flaming hand that was originally holding Mo Zhi's neck extended countless tiny tentacles upward, and the burning sensation of the person's cracked skin spread all the way to Mo Zhiyu's hand, and then he tightened Mo Zhi's cheek and pulled Mo Zhi's mouth.

Mo Zhiyu kept his mouth tightly closed, but the burning sensation from those tentacles seemed to tear his jaw and lips a little bit, but it was not really torn, so it became a never-ending pain.

"Nine ghost fires?" The Pope's voice was full of surprise, as if even the mask was shaking. - Next chapter, "Nine Ghost Fires"

(End of chapter)