When smiling at Su Jing and the others, Mo Juling's gaze was soft and sincere.

But his gaze at Shi Xiaoxiao was very strange, as if the noble lady saw her beloved lion cat and cat naughty, went out to play and fought with other cats, rolled back with pickles and several wounds, and was knocked in the eye by the noblewoman: because it was dirty, so disgusted, because it was injured, so distressed, because it was useless, so blamed.

It's such a gaze, some disgusted, some distressed, some blamed, Mo Juling looked at Shi Xiaoxiao in the fire.

Catching up with the eyes of the ink giant spirit, Shi Xiaoxiao cried bitterly again, not because of the suffering of the fire, but because he cried again and piously.

When he was out of the sky, Shi Xiaoxiao often 'dealed' with Zhengshen, and the number of meetings was too many to count, but no matter what time they met, he couldn't help but want to cry, he couldn't help it.

Seeing him crying, Mo Juling sighed softly, it was hard to imagine such a huge monster, and when he sighed, he also had a deep melancholy: "Don't cry, you have suffered but for the sake of true color to truly become eternal, why should we suffer some? There will always be people who will die, there will always be people who will be injured, there will always be people who will be tormented by the enemy, you are in purgatory, just like I am in purgatory, just like all righteous gods in purgatory." ”

Shi Xiaoxiao's crying became louder.

On the fifth day of the fifth month of the fifth month, the giant spirit was in trouble, and the four-way ink spirit fairy stepped on thousands of black footprints, and from the detection of the footprints There was a giant spirit to receive the spell, and the masters of Middle-earth knew that there would be this day, and now that the day has come, what is the use of panicking? It is better to take it calmly, and there are already things to prepare in your heart. So Su Jing could still laugh, still laughing: "You are the first." ”

The first one to come down. You have to face a group of fierce and powerful people in Middle-earth alone, where will there be a chance to live.

The strength of the Ink Giant Spirit clan is uneven, and they are not all strong. Without mentioning it, let's just say that Su Jing has seen the Fu Yan Hai Si Zhao, and the Eleventh World Heavenly Principle, both of them are ink giant spirits, but there is a huge difference in strength.

Of course, the so-called 'not strong' is also comparatively speaking, the Si Zhao in the sea back then was no different from a true god in the eyes of ordinary cultivators, but in the eyes of Su Jing today, it is not too terrifying.

The one who just came down in front of him, with Su Jing's spiritual sense, it is no problem to beat Si Zhao. But it is far from being able to control the heavenly principles in the realm. Similarly, he is not as good as Shi Xiaoxiao and Yuan Yi.

It's just a pawn, and if you fall into Middle-earth alone, you will definitely die.

Mo Juling understood the hidden meaning of Su Jing's words, and smiled: "Come on." I really didn't expect it. Those fierce demons of ancient times have been lost. Today, Middle-earth can still beat all the immortals to the ground. I thought that when I came down, the fairy was already in control. ”

Shi Xiaoxiao's crying voice came: "Shi Xiaoxiao is incompetent, and he is affected by the righteous spirit." ”

Before the Ink Spirit Immortal escaped into the world. The situation in Middle-earth is not known to the ink giant spirit, if the four giants such as innocence and sword master are still in the human world in ancient times, it is unknown whether the ink giant spirit will send a large army to attack again, but after Shi Xiaoxiao and the others arrived here, they checked the yin and yang, and determined that there was nothing in today's perfect world that could really threaten the 'demon' of the righteous gods, and sent the message back, and the ink giant spirit no longer had any scruples.

It's just that before the fierce battle, how could Shi Xiaoxiao have thought that they would lose!

"Second," Mo Juling's voice continued, knowing that he would die, but still calm: "No matter what the situation is, what the enemy is, wherever the army goes, there must be the first person to come down." It doesn't matter if it's me or someone else. "Three," Mo Juling laughed, feeling comfortable from the bottom of his heart: "I can't beat you, but it's not so easy for you to catch me and kill me." ”

Rong is not easy to die, if he has killed it, he will know, Su Jing is not interested in arguing with him, so the topic is changed: "What are you here to take?"

Destroying the world, plundering, the ink giant spirit is like a locust, but what Su Jing has never figured out is what they want, the aura of the world, the flesh and blood of living beings, or the true flame of the undersea of the earth's core treasure mine.

"If you die a hundred, why do you have to ask so clearly. The voice of the ink giant spirit was compassionate: "What we want is not a secret, just to tell you can understand? ”

Su Jing nodded, gestured to his companion, and killed this fang. The gesture is obvious, everyone can see it, and they don't shy away from the ink djinn.

In the fire, Shi Xiaoxiao's voice was hoarse: "Be careful, they want to poison you, and dare to hurt the righteous god" The cultivation of this ink giant spirit is far worse than Shi Xiaoxiao, but because he is 'born in the middle of the color', he is still the righteous god in Shi Xiaoxiao's heart.

Suddenly, the ink giant spirit laughed again: "Mr. Shi don't have to worry, this world is full of ink-colored footprints, one seal hides one method, read as you like, I can wear thousands of footprints, what if they are strong, who can catch me." ”

As soon as the words fell, a voice sounded from a hundred zhang away, smiling, and said to Mo Juling: "Hey, I'm here." ”

There is a slight stiffness in the voice, and you can't hear it unless you distinguish it carefully. The one who opened the voice, the father of the wave fairy, Mr. Mao Da.

At first hearing the sound, the ink djinn's complexion changed suddenly!

Mr. Mao Da is the appearance of a giant corpse, standing up to the sky and the earth, much taller and bigger than the ink giant spirit, he has always been there, but such a conspicuous person, until he took the initiative to speak, the ink giant spirit did not notice, and the pickled evil spirit thought that there was nothing in that direction

It's incredible, but it really happened, such a big Mr. Mao, Mo Juling just didn't see it!

Fifteen hundred years ago, Su Jing broke into the Southern Wilderness and met Scarface Ye Fei for the first time after rushing into the Thousand Eyes Old Scorpion Cave Mansion. At that time, Ye Fei was standing there, not invisible or hidden, but Su Jing just couldn't see it, because the other party's momentum was completely integrated into heaven and earth, and it could even be said that Su Jing saw this person, but instinctively attributed him to a part of nature, treating him as a tree, treating him as a wall, and treating him as a bird, but he didn't think he was a human.

Now, it's the same situation.

Mo Juling was shocked, saying 'generosity to righteousness', what to say 'I'm not afraid of death', all of them were grandiose words, and all the calmness and calmness before were fled because they wanted to escape because of their feet on the strange formation. And Mr. Mao Da's 'sudden appearance' made the ink giant spirit really aware of the danger, and the danger of real death.

There is no hesitation, and there is no nonsense. The body of the ink giant spirit was 'misty', the shadow still existed, and the real body had fled with the battle eight thousand miles away!

In an instant, the peak of the magic method, the ink giant spirit has never lacked wonderful spells, but this ink giant spirit suddenly appeared and suddenly found that there was a moon hanging above his head, although it was short, but there was also a sequence, first the cold moon appeared, and then the ink giant spirit jumped out of the 'footprints'.

Mo Juling was horrified in his heart, how could he not understand with his knowledge: his own penetrational mystery was completely seen through by the enemy, so he would first 'send' a round of cold moon to take a picture of him.

Don't wait for the 'moon' to attack. The ink giant spirit spell moved again. The second time he entered the battle and escaped.

The cold moon hung unchanged, and another moon jumped out of the clouds, three thousand miles to the northwest.

The second moon hung high, and the next moment the ink djinn reappeared, still illuminated by the moon.

Ants are still greedy. How much more is God? It is impossible to wait for death. The third, fourth, and fifth escapes of the Ink Giant Spirit fled with him. Third, fourth, fifth

Xihai Aozhu clasped his hands together, saluted Mr. Mao Da from afar, and praised him sincerely: "People are stiff and look at the moon." The earth is stiff and the moon is stiff, the sky is stiff and the moon is controlled, and the legendary things can be seen, and Ao Zhu is full of joy. ”

Mr. Mao Da smiled without saying a word, which was quite mysterious.

It took a few breaths to count how many times the ink giant spirit escaped, but no matter how he escaped, there would be a bright moon shining above his head when he showed up, and the ink giant spirit fled quickly, making the bright moon hanging in the sky in the middle earth, and the scenery was majestic and magnificent

All the kings and cultivators near Mitiantai were smiling, quietly looking at the bright moon in the sky and the beautiful Qiankun.

The catastrophe is coming, the army is pressing, a few people can live in the first war, the world will fall in the first war, the last quiet time, the world that can't see enough can not see enough of the world. Everyone was waiting, and everyone was greedy, greedy for this world that had not felt much before, and now suddenly realized that it was so beautiful and beautiful.

Deliberately, those moons deliberately, round after round of appearance, round after round of shining, cat and mouse and dog chasing rabbit, teasing an ink djinn.

It was gradually unclear whether he was a god or a clown, so everyone laughed, and no one made a move, unwilling to ruin the last quiet and serenity.

In this way, there are more than a thousand rounds of bright moon standing tall in the night, Mr. Mao turned his head to look at Su Jing, the ink majesty condensed on the canopy is getting stronger and stronger, and the army is gathering heavily, this is coming.

Su Jing clasped his hands together and saluted Mr. Mao Da.

Mr. Mao's figure was slightly blurred, and then it became clear again. Look at the one more person in the hands of the big corpse fairy: the ink giant spirit was choked by his neck and carried it in his hand like a chicken.

It's not a chicken, it's a dead chicken. The true soul was destroyed, but the body's instinctive reaction was still there, and the hands and feet of the ink giant spirit occasionally twitched.

The ink djinn is dead, but the sky is full of bright moons, and it is steadily suspended in the air, thousands of miles away. Shi Xiaoxiao cried and howled, cursed sharply, and was pierced through the zenith by Shen He's sword casually, killing the law body and nailing the soul of the primordial soul. Not dead, but not much different from dead, not even to survive.

No one looked at the demon monk, Shen He gasshou, Su Jing gasshou, Chenxiaosheng who was seriously injured, and all the elders and disciples from the mountain clapped their palms.

Guoxian gassho, Aozhu gassho, Mr. Zigui gassho, Mu En gassho, Qi Mingzi Zhongyi Demon and Corpse Immortal all clasped their palms, bowed slightly.

Don't worship the heavens, don't worship the earth, don't worship the immortals, don't worship the ancestors, everyone salutes everyone: to the friends around them, to the left and right brothers, to the surrounding colleagues, to all the comrades who are going to fight to the death side by side today.

Gifts, tributes and thanks. It's an honor.

In the midst of this comrade's gift, a dull thunder shook the heavens and the earth, and then raised his eyes, and a number of black giants appeared in the world, many, so many that they were countless, from the horizon in front of them, in all directions.

Where are the mountains, they are all black giants, and the army of ink-colored djinns has entered the world!

What is supposed to come will come, and it has come: the inky armies are all over Middle-earth.

What should happen will definitely happen, it has already happened: the sound of the sword was clear and clear like a dragon's roar, Shen He drew his sword, Su Jing drew his sword, the disciples of Lishan drew their swords, and the cultivators of the world also drew their swords, and the sword pointed at countless giant spirits!

Mr. Zigui inhaled lightly and reopened his voice, and the two words seemed to be Hong Zhong Da Lu, rushing to the sky: "The world!"

"The world!" no matter the human king, whether it was the corpse immortal, whether it was the heavenly demon or the Qiankun fierce beast or the ordinary cultivator, they all spoke in unison.

The world, how simple the two words, but how turbulent, the voice of the vast spread out, and the voice of the world can be heard everywhere in the middle of the earth.

I don't hear the rhetoric, I don't see the exciting words, there is only one voice: the world-

The third watch is coming soon, maybe it's already here. (To be continued......)