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

The ink-tiltered gaze fell again on the floor on a glossless spiritual disk, which she bent over to pick up. Because the cold is now badly wounded, the god attached to the spiritual disc is also very weak, lightly wiped off by ink glass.

At this time, the spiritual disc is another thing of no control.

Ink dip put the spiritual disc in his arms, since it belongs to the Fox family, Ink dip thinks it should still be handed over to the cold.

Cough... what have you been doing lately? How can you think of him?

Ink shook his head, threw this thought out of his head, and then walked to the cold side, looking high and cold, and the chill said: “Chill, do you know you're wrong? ”

“Wrong?” Cold rubbed the blood off the corner of my mouth, and the war stood still, “Why should I be wrong? I killed some damn people. They hook up, they take it away from me, they're dead, you're dead. It's just that I can't kill you because I'm not good enough. And the people who followed me, they deserve to die. No way to try to hurt me. ”

“Damn people?” The ink poured in your eyes and you shot a chill in your eyes, "If you say so, do you want to kill everyone else as long as someone threatens you? ”

“Exactly. Because they deserve to die.” With a bloody smile in his cold red eyes.

“Do you know that when you kill them, they have relatives, friends, lovers, should they all seek revenge on you again? Do you find these days interesting? ”

"Of course they do, if they have the ability, I'll kill them all. ”

“You're all excuses. Whoever kills the slaughter of the slaughterhouse shall use the pretext of the slaughterhouse. Killing people who follow you, on the pretext of trying to hurt you. All these so-called excuses are just to disguise your ‘change, tai’ excuses. ”

Step back in the cold steps and squeeze in the ink.

“No, it's not.” Cover your ears cold, don't want to hear the ink spill go on, "you shut up, you shut up. ”

With a chilling howl, the chilling hand suddenly hit the ink glass xiong, mouth, the ink tilt waved, and the already helpless chilling hit aside, the chilling spit a few bites of blood.

But she laughed, and she laughed, “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, you didn't think, I accidentally got the poison in your body a long time ago. This poison is colorless and odorless, hidden in your body, and if it's not excited, you have no idea that there is such an object in you. But once inspired, haha... that's when you die. Whoever you are is no match for this poison. Ha-ha-ha... Ink, you can die with me! I can't get it, and you can't get it. ”

“You're dying.” The ink poured up his hand and gathered a touch of spirit.

“By the way, I forgot to tell you, the more spiritual power you use, the faster this poison spreads. That means the closer you get to death. Ha ha... go down together..." Go to jail!

The attack on the ink tilt came before the end of the cold speech, but the ink tilt did not kill the cold tilt. Cold is a cold person, and she still hopes to be able to handle it herself. As for what to do with the cold, the ink glass won't ask again.

Just her heart, it hurts. Her heart actually hurts.

All limbs were weak and the ink poured over the floor, and the curtains closed slowly as if they were filled with lead.

Before falling into the dark, Ink glazed at Tianlang's worried eyes, and she still had the strength to pull up the corner of her mouth and smile at Tianlang. I just don't know if I can see it, and then the ink falls into the dark.

“Glass, glass. ”

Tianlang held the ink in her arms and called out to her. But answer him, silent silence or silence.

Raise your hand and restore the room that has been destroyed. If you are still awake, you will surely be surprised by this method.

He placed the ink on the soft couch, hurriedly, and he listened to everything he had just said in cold breath. They didn't even know when they were poisoning the ink glass.

Just now, Mu Tianlang really wanted to slap him to death. But the ink leaves a cold life, and it must be her idea. Tianlang was reluctant to contradict the idea of ink, and she must have done so for a reason.

The main purpose now is to revive the ink.

Though I don't know if the poison is really as horrible as it sounds, Tianlang is still willing to try.

Tianlang cut his right wrist apart and a drop of bright red blood fell from Tianlang's wrist onto his inky, pale lips.

With the moisturization of blood, the lip color of the ink tilt became visibly red, so some excitement was felt on Tianlang's face, more and more pressing his own blood into the mouth of the ink tilt.

But after a long time, Tianlang's face grew pale due to excessive blood loss, but the ink still fell asleep and did not wake up.

Cross your heart and rip your other hand open. Place it next to the mouth of the ink glass, with both hands together.

When the ink poured open its eyes weakly, it looked at itself with a pale face and a smile.

And then she saw the wrist of Tianlang, and she was moved, and she couldn't help but get angry, "Lang, what are you doing? ”

“My little glass, you're finally awake.” Tianlang smiled at the ink and fainted.

In fact, thanks to this action, the poison in the ink dump was suppressed. Though Inkglass doesn't know why, she did wake up.

And unlike before, the ink was completely undetectable, but now the ink is felt. Although it is suppressed, it has always existed in ink, like a time bomb, which can erupt at any moment.

The glass held onto the fainted Tianlang and poured a drop of the spirit medicine obtained from Lengjiasheng into the mouth of Tianlang. He saw a drop of the medicine enter the mouth of Tianlang, and a green light surrounded Tianlang's body tightly, like a group of green elves, around Tianlang, repairing him. Let the ink pour loose and let them surround the slang tightly.

Until the green light disappeared, Tianlang opened his eyes gently. The ink poured up quickly and called out, “Luang, how are you? ”

“Glass, I...” Mu Tianlang glanced at the ink and squeezed his hands in confusion, “How did I get all my powers back? ”

Even if he gave Ink a sip of blood, it would take him a long time to recover.

Not to mention, now he spends almost half of his blood on ink, but how come, in a moment, all his spiritual power comes back.

The smelling ink smiled slightly and told Tianlang the whole thing about her getting psychotropic medicine. After listening to it, Tianlang was amazed. It was also like the ink glass just learned, incredible.

In the course of the coma in Tianlang, Ink also dripped a drop on Nai stranger's lips. At this moment, Nai stranger woke up in Tianlang for almost time.

When Nai knew about the medicine, the feeling of shock became stronger.

“Lengjiasheng? It turns out to be Lengjiasheng.” Nai can't come back for a long time.

“Stranger, hard for you to know him?” Ink dumps asked.

Naiyu said: "My predecessors told me about this cold-blooded saint when I was a fairy queen. His presence at the time was arguably a shock to the whole heavens. ”

“Ah?” Indra saw Lengjia Shengsheng. Although Lengjia Shengsheng's heavenly robbery is a little more powerful than other heavenly robberies, it's not as exaggerated as shocking the whole heavenly court, is it?

“Glass, you and I have all been through the robbery. You should know what this last robbery is all about. The previous eight heavenly robberies will consume practically all the strength of the practitioner himself, and this last heavenly robbery combines all the power of the previous eight heavenly robberies, so many brothers have defeated this last one. ”

Ink Tilt nodded in favor of her, and she also rose to the sky in nine lifetimes.

“And this cold-blooded saint is a strange man. In his last holocaust, he succeeded without using his own spiritual powers at all. ”

“Ah, how is that possible?” It's absolutely impossible for ink to pour out a shock. Even if he were stronger, even if he had not wasted any of his previous spiritual powers, he could never have succeeded in dealing with the last heavenly robbery without wasting his own.

At this time, Ink Tilt was somewhat annoyed by the cold and holy god, but did not wait for her to see the last heavenly robbery and bring her back.

“Yeah, how is that possible! I heard the same reaction as you, but he did it in cold blood. According to the seniors, when Lengjia Sheng flew up, unlike other monks, he set up a layered formation on a deserted island and flew up alone, fearing a sudden attack. But he was a cold-blooded saint and invited the best of the world to watch. ”

This was also questioned before the ink poured.

“Actually, it's all about the last holocaust.” It took a while for Naiquiri to come here and continue: “On the occasion of the last day of the holy robbery, Lengjiasheng resorted to the ancient prohibition to transfer all the power of the last holy robbery to the people present. ”

“That's why he survived the last holocaust safely, but those people weren't so lucky. It was said that almost all but his people had fallen into a scattered state. ”

After listening, the ink poured in a cold sweat, and this cold saint was cruel. Luckily, I didn't offend him before.