The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

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At this time, the cumbersome brain of Mo's ancestors was a move. He remembered the black crystal ball.

Although he did not know why he would make a move to collect the soul, but he faintly felt that the black breath is a big supplement food, although there is no smelly blood, but it is barely full.

At this time, the ink ancestor felt that his soul was affected, and he did not want to take the crystal ball out.

The broad and rough hand of the ink ancestor grasped the crystal ball.

Suddenly, a strip of black thin lines quickly ran into the body of the ink ancestors along the palm of his hand.

At the beginning, there were still two or two. Later, there were one hundred and two hundred articles, and they rushed into the body of the ink ancestors.

The face of Mo Laozu is ecstatic.

Because he actually felt that each of the black silk threads contained a subtle soul.

The power of the soul contained in the black thread of this root is subtle, but it cannot hold a large amount, and it is full of one million souls!

After the power of these souls all gathered in the body of the ink ancestors, the body of the ink ancestors seemed to have undergone some remarkable transformation.

"Ah!" Ink ancestors screamed!

Suddenly, a simple and strong momentum quickly emerged, and the black gas filled the surrounding area. This sturdy nine-story pagoda suddenly made a thunderous sound, and the tower trembled.

This nine-story pagoda has long been in the hands of Nangong Liuyun, but this huge force, even if it is him, is somewhat uncontrollable.

The face of Nangong Liuyun changed slightly.

His face condensed, and a huge aura quickly injected into the nine-story pagoda, trying to suppress it!

With the constant input of spiritual power, the huge coldness of the coldness has been contained for a moment, but soon, this breath is swept out like a flood!

Nangong Liuyun’s eyes were dangerous and he took the opportunity to throw the nine-story pagoda to the distant sky.

Just as the nine-story pagoda flew to the distant sky, suddenly, the nine-story pagoda exploded.

The red light of the fire rushed into the sky.

The cloud-like black mist spreads everywhere.

The huge and vast murderousness shrouded the entire sky.

The nine-story pagoda burst, and a blue figure instantly burst out from the middle, and the flight generally came to the south palace.

Ink ancestors did not die!

At this time, his body was like a condensed frost, his face was covered with a black scent, and a black silk thread criss-crossed his face, and the whole person looked awkward and terrible.

Nangong Liu Yun was greatly surprised. He did not expect the nine-storey pagoda to be sacrificed. He still could not suppress the old madman. However, although the heart is horrified, the Nangong stream is calm and calm.

The old ancestors of the ink have not yet arrived, and the ice blades of the road have already flown toward the Nangong.

These ice blades are as thin as silk, but they fall from the sky, but they are accompanied by strong murderousness. Each piece has a huge momentum that breaks the mountains and rivers.

In fact, this huge, even the Nangong Liuyun, still feel the pressure of suppression to suffocation, it seems that the muscles of the body are tight in an instant.

However, the Nangong Liuyun was arrogantly standing on the void, the ink color was light, the clothes were sloppy, and the face was indifferent and sneer.

As the ice blade flew, it seemed as if the waterfall of the sky fell from the sky.

The oppression of terror, the suffocation of destroying the earth.

The moonlight, which was originally neat, was blocked by thick clouds, and it was dark all around, as if the end of the world was coming.