There is no word, only the most direct and primitive attack.

The ink snake showed its original body. Although it was not as majestic as the Black Water River, its might was even more powerful. The black water rolled and roared under it.

The treasure ship was attacked at the first time, and the black water river rushed over, and the black snake's body was pressed down with the black cloud.

The light curtain on the treasure ship exploded, Yan Kuo was attacked at the first time, and he immediately integrated his cultivation into the treasure ship. The treasure ship quickly became smaller, only a hundred feet in size, and countless runes exploded, and the treasure ship retreated ten miles in an instant.

Suddenly, everyone was shocked, but when they saw Yan Kuo seriously injured and vomiting blood, and when they retreated immediately, everyone knew that their fortunes were a strong enemy, which was extremely powerful.

The surging pressure fell from the sky, squeezed through the light curtain, and hundreds of bodies in the Paleo Realm exploded, nothing was left, except for the blood mist that had exploded earlier.

"Ah!" Yan Kuo roared, and the smell of blood drifted into his breath, stimulating his nerves. He felt the anger and murderous intent in his heart, just another voice stopped him from doing what he was going to do.

Survive!

This is what he thought at this time. The road to cultivation is one day, and the realm is returned to one state, and all the Tao and Dharma are returned to one state. This is the mystery of this state. He engraved his will in the world, but every time he engraved it is extremely difficult. He is proud of his talent and only cultivated to this state in hundreds of years. It can be said that it is rare, but he knows that this state is no longer as simple as a simple battle of going beyond the level. In this state, Ding is Ding Mao is Mao, so this is also the reason why he turned around without hesitation.

In his early years, he also challenged his father. His father's talent was not as good as his. It took more than two thousand years to reach this state. Even so, he only stopped in the middle stage and could not even reach the Great Perfection. However, even so, he could not spend a hundred rounds in his father's hands and lost every time.

And the moment before, when he felt his spiritual sense being pierced, he was destroying the black snake's strength was stronger than his father. Even if it was the same in the realm, the other party's majestic flesh and blood energy had already made its majestic power invincible.

The huge black tail of the ink snake fell down again, like a mountain range being rolled up and smashed down, landing on the treasure ship with the momentum torn apart everything. The light curtain of the treasure ship cracked, but it was not broken yet. This time, the salt bracelet was prepared more fully.

But the price in exchange is that his cultivation level begins to become disordered.

The cultivator behind him surged into the hull like rapid flowing water, and the crack was repaired in an instant.

But at this time, the whole body of the Mo Snake was entangled.

The degree of the treasure ship was slowed down. A huge scroll was blocked in front of him. A giant lotus communicated with the space. It appeared behind the treasure ship. A Luo horse stood on the side of the river bank and looked at the salt stone part. Dozens of candles formed by flowing water rolled black water to impact the treasure ship.

The treasure ship originally flew away, but it slowly fell to the surface of the river. The river water caused ripples, and the light curtain outside the treasure ship exploded.

The snake squirmed and disappeared in an instant, only an old man appeared.

The old man seemed old and was wearing a black shirt, which was very ordinary, but his eyes were extremely bright and a hint of coldness, which reminded people of poisonous snakes. Yan Kuo had this idea in his heart.

The giant lotus bloomed, Xue Limeng appeared, and a black ancient giant elephant appeared behind her, making her breath unfathomable.

Yan Kuo looked at the old mountain god, then at the giant elephant behind the treasure ship, and Luo Ma who was far away on the river bank. He suddenly burst into laughter.

The laughter was unscrupulous and there was a sense of determination. At this time, he was no longer afraid in his heart, but instead looked at death as if he was home.

The monk behind him became firm in his eyes. The panic that had earlier disappeared. Even though he was still afraid in his heart, he would not show it in front of his opponent.

But many people seem to have lost their light in their eyes, which is the gaze of death, and the eyes of the future after losing all hope of survival.

But soon, my eyes began to be congested.

"Kill! I will never surrender!" Someone shouted, it was the old general. He flew out of the treasure ship, holding a spear in his hand, his terrifying cultivation spread out, the black river was swept away, and a black vortex exploded behind him, his level was extremely fast.

He flew towards Xue Limeng, and he wanted to seek a glimmer of hope, even if there was no hope at all.

Xue Limeng's face was slightly condensed, because a terrifying aura was brewing in the old general's body.

The spear flew over and the lotus automatically merged. Only a metal tremolo could be heard. The spear stabbed on the lotus, but it was not broken at all. At this time, the spear flashed with a ray of light, and the terrifying essence filled it, and then exploded.

There was another roar, and the old general's body swelled like a ball, and then suddenly condensed, turning into a ball of hot rays, countless runes filled, countless trails were pulled, and trails began to burn.

boom!

The giant lotus trembled slightly, still on the surface of the Black Water River, but the old general's body had disappeared.

The lotus opened, Xue Limeng's eyes were slightly cold, and the giant elephant behind him stepped out directly, and the earth shook for a moment, and the black water splashed everywhere.

The treasure ship swayed, and countless waves flew towards it to flood it.

"kill!"

Another monk stood up and jumped out. He was actually the monk in the Spirit Transformation Realm. His eyes were reluctance, but they were all replaced by anger and unwillingness.

His body turned into a firework and flew directly to Xue Limeng, and he still wanted to open a hole from where to let the treasure ship leave.

But before he got close, Xue Limeng pointed out that the monk's body exploded like a firework, and then there was no movement. Even the unwilling roar was drowned by the sound of water waves.

"Kill!" Several people leaped out at the same time, just like moths flying into a fire, blooming blood or multiple times, in contrast to the black river water, weak and silent, and the blood was ruthlessly submerged by the black water, and the traces of blood could no longer be distinguished, only the black water flowed.

Dozens of people flew out, and blood appeared again, and the roar was short but long.

The monks on the treasure ship echoed in their hearts, without any bold words, just one word!

kill!

Hundreds of people flew out, and the same ending was still the same. Finally, there was a trace of breath, a bloody breath, and my pungent smell.

Yan Kuo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His eyes were wet. After many years of killing, he never cried, just because his father once said, "A man doesn't cry easily." However, now, looking at the bloody flowers, his heart is tingling.

Mu Ming and others had already arrived here at this time. Mu Ming was shocked when he witnessed this scene.

At this moment, Xue Limeng moved. She came to the treasure ship, her body was like a ghost, with only a shadow left behind, but the monks on the treasure ship exploded one by one, like blood-colored peach blossoms, very fragile.

Many monks tried to capture her, but there was no trace of her. They only saw monks around them explode. When a monk saw her true face clearly, her palms came, and she was lightly lost in front of her.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of monks died and their corpses disappeared!

"stop!"

Yan Kuo roared, with anger and humiliation in his voice.

He squeezed Xue Limeng's figure away from the treasure boat. Xue Limeng fell back into the lotus, with a pale face, but she smiled, "That's it!" This is Xue Limeng's evaluation, I don't know if it refers to the lives of those monks or the cultivation level of Yan Kuo.

A calm tone makes people feel cold.

The monks from the Tianhu Division shouted one after another, Xue Limeng was extremely domineering. Even though her cultivation level was not as good as that of the salt Kuo, she dared to go deep into the enemy ship alone, and the general was even more indifferent. Such actions were admirable!

Countless monks gathered, some flew into the sky, some fell on the divine treasure and crossed. At this time, they all stood there, everyone stared at the treasure ship, and everyone on the treasure ship looked at Yan Ku.

Xue Limeng did not take action again, her face became indifferent, but her eyes were as if she was looking at grass.

The old mountain god had no words and his cultivation had not been released. He just felt a sense of regret. He could vaguely feel that he was melancholy, just like a fisherman feeling regretful for a little fish jumping into the fishing net. If it were in the past, he would have let the little fish go, but now... he could only grab the bamboo basket beside him, then open the **, and grab the little fish.

"Do it yourself!"

The old mountain god spoke, his tone was calm and his voice was not loud, but it covered all the wind and waves. The wind and waves became calm, and then there was a silence, even if there was no sound of water waves.

Yan Kuo had no words, but there was a hint of begging in his eyes, and the same was true in his heart. This did not make him feel ashamed, but was filled with deep guilt.

"Let them go!"

Yan Kuo said, but as soon as he finished speaking, the monk on the treasure ship immediately became boiling, with a roar and unyielding surrender, Yan Kuo heard all the sounds, and that was a sound that would not bow his head.

"Kill!" Someone roared angrily, and after a short while before, he roared again. Then his body flew out, but was soon surrounded by a group of monks, and the roar came to an abrupt end.

"Let them go!" Yan Kuo said, bowing.

This time, the monks on the treasure ship quieted down, but dozens of people flew out and were only submerged again.

"Let them go!" Yan Kuo knelt down, and the black water stopped flowing under his knees, as if he could not bear the kneeling. Thunder arose in the sky and earth in an instant, wandering above his head, as if he was not allowed to move.

The old mountain god waved his hand, and the thunder disappeared. He walked gently, helped him up, his face full of confusion, and then looked straight into his eyes, Yan Kuo also looked over, trying to find something in his eyes. But he saw nothing, except that the old mountain god shook his head.

Yan Kuo smiled. This time he was not arrogant or unscrupulous, but just smiled lightly, but it was a kind of helplessness.

The monks on the treasure ship had red eyes, but they didn't say anything.

They were all waiting for Yan Ku to do something, but Yan Ku said, "Forget it... Salt man, I, Yan Ku, owed you a life in this life. Yan Ku is willing to reincarnate forever to let each of you cut a knife!"

The monks on the treasure ship had no words because their military discipline was extremely strict. They would listen to the words when the general spoke. The same is true now. However, the voice of Yan Kuo made everyone look dead. Everyone began to force their cultivation, and there was a dangerous aura in their bodies.

Yan Kuo took a deep breath and his eyes returned to his invincible state. Even though he was already a dead end at this time, he looked back at the direction of the Yanshi tribe. Perhaps it was an illusion that he seemed to see his old father. There was a strong reluctance in his eyes, but it soon faded away.

"Father... the baby is going first!" Yan Kuo closed his eyes, and the last tear flew out of his eyes.

"Kill!" Yan Kuo roared, then slapped at Laoshan God with a huge momentum.

"kill!"

"kill……"

"kill!"

...

Shadows flew out from the treasure ship, then fell into the black water, and then the sound of swords and weapons fighting each other appeared.

One after another, magical powers flew out like fireworks, short and gorgeous. At this time, the monks on the treasure ship burned the last fire of life.

Mu Ming watched countless waves splashing, filled with bloody smell, and it was hard to tell whether it was black water or blood. Maybe it was all, but Mu Ming felt that the Black Water River seemed to be different.

Perhaps the water level rose a little higher, because a corpse fell into it or blood flowed into it, or perhaps it was bloody, so Mu Ming had some difficulty breathing.

The name of Mu Ming retreated, silently. The name of Mu Ming wanted to make him feel sad or happy, but the name of Mu Ming felt a sting, his eyes sting, and his heart sting.
Chapter completed!