The Corpse Ruler Confuses the World, All Seven Husbands Are Devils

What's going on?!

Suddenly an idea emerged in Ink Tilt's head, which made Ink Tilt shock cold sweat, and if so, he could have really almost gotten himself into a cold plan.

Perhaps there was no such thing as a corridor in front of her, and all this was just an obstacle to her by being cold, and everything was too complicated for her to think about herself. Actually, there's no illusion array at all, it's just a trick to confuse the ink. The goal is to make Ink Glass irritable, disturbed, and then sneak up on the outside.

If the ink is not mistaken, the moonstones placed on the ground are not actually real moonstones, and they must still be filled with fragrance powder that makes people irritable.

It's not really a smart trick, but ink spills are complicated by the cold, cruel tactics of the past.

That's what you use in cold weather.

Ink glass first stabilizes the mind, wait for the mind to stabilize, then gently close your eyes and feel everything around you. Suddenly, the ink-dyed pupil opened sharply, with a sharp gaze on one of the moonstones in the walkway.

In an instant, the moonlight is petrified into ash, while the ink glass only feels flashing in front of it, and the long and dark corridor disappears, replacing it with an upward staircase.

After just a lesson, ink dumps get more serious about everything.

She looked around carefully, and here it was the bottom of a tree, more like a small enclosed room, empty, nothing, of course, no cold shadow.

Ink poured out a deep breath, restrained his mind and walked up the stairs. I'm sure, behind you, there will be more powerful tricks waiting for you.

Up the stairs, without taking a few steps, a door was found blocked in front of the eyes, the ink poured a deep breath, and the left palm condensed a spiritual force in case of a sneak attack behind the door. Then, his right hand gently pushed the door open.

As soon as the ink slammed through the door, an eye-catching light (shot) came, the ink slammed slightly upwards, and the left hand lifted its palm and swung forward.

Half a noise, see no movement, instead feel your body (body) in the form of a straight down (fall), the ink leaning sharply open eyes. The curtains are white, and the heavens and the earth are mixed together, and it is not clear where the heavens and the earth are.

The glass glanced back and found that the door that had just entered the door was long gone and merged with the heavens and the earth. She uses her powers to control herself so she can float in the air, whether it's the sky or the earth.

Her heart couldn't help but admire the cold, the previous ink spills were not discovered, the cold is actually quite capable and careful thinking. In contrast, the cold looks a little lousy.

But now is not the time for ink to think about this, ink to hold on to the mind, afraid, as it was just now, to go down the road.

Previously was the obstacle eye method. This level in front of me seems to be higher. I'm afraid it's not some obstacle eye method. This is the real illusion array.

It's just that there's nothing in this array. There's nothing but a white spot. It's hard to tell the north-east from the north-west. Why talk about finding the so-called weakness of the law of the array?

With her previous experience, Ink Tilt was never angry, only she suddenly had her disc legs suspended in the air, her eyes slowly closed, and she couldn't help but say something.

Half a noise, the ink glass opened her eyes, she had just used her divine knowledge to explore everything in this space, and nothing was gained. There was nothing worth breaking, and all the details were so tight that she couldn't find a blossom.

In that case, you can only try it at random first.

Thinking of this, the ink glazing eyes stirred together, both left and right hands concentrated into two groups of spiritual forces, waving past each other.

But those two groups of spiritual power were like hitting the cotton, and the ink poured out and watched as they dissipated into the white.

Slightly ticked the corners of the ink lips - which is interesting, but I didn't expect to use such a brilliant illusion array.

In this situation, the ink is not rushed, but the speed of the men is getting faster and faster, waving around constantly. Her eyes were always watching for a spot where she hit her, looking for a glimmer of tear.

But... it's still useless. The ink could only be poured over and over again, watching each of her attacks dissipate into the air.

Mockingjay frowned slightly. It's not a way to keep fighting like this. I'm afraid that if this method hasn't been broken, her spiritual power will run out. And now she has to support her spirit floating in this blank spot.

There must be something wrong. There must be something she didn't notice.

The ink poured down my heart, thinking carefully. All of a sudden, she had a gleam in her head —— the door. The only door that just showed up here.

But the ink in front of her could not see any traces of the previous door, and she could only rise slowly from memory.

Ink Tilt remembers that as soon as she opened the door and opened her eyes, it was a distance down (falling) and Ink Tilt calmed down and remembered everything herself, including the average speed and time of descent (falling), thus extrapolating where she thought the door might be.

Then, gather your hands and strike forward. But unexpectedly, the palm was still like just now, beaten on cotton, and then gently dissipated into the air.

Is it hard to guess wrong? Or not here?

No, no, you can't panic. You have to calm down and remember all this carefully.

The ink closed its eyes, once again restraining its mind and sinking its heart to pay close attention to everything around it, including the slightest fluctuations in air and direction.

Every drop of time passed, and the ink was still so still floating in the air, staring. Suddenly, she opened her eyes violently and looked up slightly. Her body gradually rose to the height of a person.

What she had previously guessed was not wrong, it was just a slight error in the position calculation, and the door should go up another person's height.

When she had just closed her eyes and carefully felt the surrounding air flow, ink glazing had found that there was no air flow here because she could not feel a trace of any air flow.

Just as Ink Tilt was depressed by her own discovery, she thought again, if there was no air flow, what was it that she was breathing now?

Being a zombie, she doesn't need air to breathe, but now she has the ink of the human body, and breathing air is her instinct. Since she can breathe, there must be traces of air flow, but the other party may have used an extremely smart technique that she can't perceive.

With this idea in mind, the ink tilt continues to calm down, carefully probing everything around it, trying not to let go of everywhere.

At last, the Emperor did not bear the heart. After a long time, Ink Tilt felt his head, and a slight fluctuation swept over her head, and immediately disappeared.

Ink was so happy for her discovery that she calmed down and waited so silently. Over the next few times, the fluctuation time interval of each air is extremely long, and each time is extremely weak. If I hadn't focused on it, I might not have found it.

And the ink dip found a pattern, and every time the air fluctuated, it disappeared over its head. So ink dumps the idea that the weakness of this illusion array is at the top of one's head, the location of the door.

With her eyes slightly squinted and her eyebrows slightly raised, she wanted to see what else she could do besides this.

Hands in front of (xiong), hands crossed back and forth, constantly changing gestures, suddenly all heard was a delicate sip of ink, palms with powerful spiritual forces pushing forward.

“Boom," the illusion burst, the door appeared again in front of the ink glass, tightly closed.

It's just that underneath the ink, not the stairs, but surrounded by a strange circle of red, blood-like flowers.

Just now, I was afraid it was these things that caused her to fall into the phantom array, and this harmful thing, ink glass, was never going to let them stay and continue to harm others.

Then, the ink poured up his hand and the delicate flowers immediately withered around him, eventually dissipating into a closed stone chamber.

After all this was done, the ink poured its hand over the door again. Ink Tilt doesn't believe there are any more powerful tricks to this chill, but just in case, Ink Tilt opened the door and walked in after he was covered with a protective shield.

As just now, as soon as she entered the door, a strong ray of light pierced her eyes, the ink was ready, she waved her hand up, and the ray of light dissipated into the air a foot in front of her.

Chilly, why don't you show her something fresh? Always with the light, you're also interesting.

Without waiting for Inkglass to continue to laugh in her heart, Inkglass suddenly felt a violent killing intent coming at her from all directions.

By the time I brought her here, an arrow had been stabbed in front of her (xiong). Fortunately, Ink Tilt had put a shield on herself in advance, otherwise Ink Tilt might have been stabbed by this arrow.

Moreover, when the arrow pierced the protective film around the ink tilt, her protective film was instantly smashed, along with the arrow.

The ink poured in surprise, and she didn't expect the energy of the arrow to be so powerful that she looked in all directions and countless such arrows flocked toward the ink.

The ink-dyed eyes were filled with bloodthirsty golden flashes, and the two sharp fangs gradually appeared from the mouth of the ink-dyed glass.

Killing all over the place.

Only one inch of nails, sharp, and cold glow appeared on the thin ten fingers of ink.

Humans or monsters who normally cultivate fairies, each of them will have a spiritual treasure of their own, fused together. But the zombie didn't, and the best weapon of the zombie was that pair of fangs and that sharp nail.