A Demon’s Path

Looking at Mo Tong’s food, Ling Xiao secretly secretly giggled in his heart. The secret passage in the heart, the Dragon family’s home is so easily subject to plotting, then the Long Family has long been confused.

Because of the curse of the dragon family, the family of their own family can’t practice above the yellow level. It is precisely because of this that the Long Family has very strict requirements for the protection of his own chain souls. Purple chain below the soul of the division is basically not into the dragon’s father’s eyes.

Even if the purple level is strong, the dragon old man must also carefully select and confirm that it is the strong one, and the dragon old man will use them to hire them as their own bodyguards.

With only one Motoo wanting to kill the dragon old man, the odds are similar to those of the lottery in the future.

Although Ling Xiao ridiculed Mo Tong in his heart, he still had to put out a very concerned look: “I said, ink brother, you can’t help the old man with that dragon. Then I have nothing to do! I All said, the dragon’s old man is not good, you should believe it now?”

Mo Tong is dejected, like a defeated cock: “I killed five dragons in their dragons, but was siege by twenty purple levels. They have been hunted down by them for several months. Then they finally got here. Come, if it’s not for fear of giving you trouble, I don’t have to go around for so long.”

For this move of Mo Tuo, Ling Xiao was still a little grateful to him at the bottom of his heart. Then, Xiao Ling was wearing a very intimate look and patted the shoulders of Mo Teng: “I said that I haven’t been able to do it since I lost my ink. I have already found a message about the Dragon Family Cemetery. I don’t know the old man. Is there any interest in the brother?”

Upon hearing the news from Ling Xiao, the original dark eyes of the inkstone light up suddenly: “What news, speak!”

Ling Xiao’s pretzel mysteriously said: “I’ve heard that the body of the Yaozu demon statue is a black woven bird. Using the bird hair of a black woven bird as a ritual material can open a cemetery of the Dragon family’s ancestors. In that cemetery, there will be news about the location of the Dragon’s Holy Fire Dragon cemetery.”

Ling Xiao said something that was not related to a large, airy cow. Even young children did not believe it, not to mention the astutely meticulous ink. Sure enough, when Miao Tong heard Ling Xiao to say these things, he couldn’t help expressing his anger: “Lynge, do you think I was a three-year-old child?”

“Oh, it’s because this is ridiculous, so I’ve been hesitating to tell you not. I knew you didn’t believe it. I knew I didn’t say it.” Ling Xiaoyi looked very aggrieved: “You think, with my IQ, I will, Cheat you with such a mentally retarded story?”

After Ling Xiaoyi said this, Mutton actually hesitated.

Ling Xiao is indeed a clever person, and this is all recognized in the mainland. If he wants to deceive people, he will compile an incomparable story to deceive himself. Why should he use such inferior measures?

However, even if Tommy believed that such a ridiculous story, it was too much to torture his IQ.

“Emperor Ling, do you dare to send a vow to the soul?” Moulin thought for a long time, this looked at Ling Xiao with questioning eyes. As long as Ling Xiao dared to establish a soul vow, he believed in Ling Xiao Ling.

Ling Xiao couldn’t help but want to laugh out loud, but he had to resist his impulse and put on a solemn and sacred look: “I swear by Ling Xiao in the name of the soul. If there are false words, it will be destroyed!”

See Ling Xiao so readily to make a soul oath, Mo Tong believes Ling Xiao seven points.

When Ling Xiao showed the image of a cemetery in front of Moulin, the words of Mulin in Ling Xiao changed from seven to ten.

If that place is not a place related to the tomb of the Holy Fire, what place can it be related to the Torch of the Holy Fire? There are all the bones of the Holy Fire Dragon there.

Where can we think of Moton, in fact, there is a real Torch of the Holy Fire!

“Lingshuo Brothers, I misunderstood you. My older brother apologized to you.” Mo-Tung looked sad: “Although I believe you, I don’t have much time to find the so-called black bird feather!”

Ling Xiao surprised his face: “What is this?”

The impression of the dying man on Motomau’s face was extremely low: “My master thorn magic planted a soul blasting technique in my body. As soon as the time came, I hadn’t returned to him to relieve the soul blast. I The three souls and seven skeletons will be blasted immediately. He gave me six months to complete this task, but…”

Mutton did not say anything because Ling Xiao already knew that he hadn’t said it was necessary.

“It turned out to be the technique of the soul.” Xiao Ling laughed and said: “This is a trivial part, and I will untie it for you at once.”

Mo Tuo body trembled, with a trembling voice: “Can you solve?”

Xiao Ling’s face is full of self-confidence: “Rest assured, there is no magic skill I can not. With my strength naturally no way to personally release the art of explosion for you, but I can teach you this method. Mo Tong brother, If you trust me, please close your eyes and relax. Do not resist with spiritual power.”

Mao Tong knew that Ling Xiao was prepared to use his spiritual power to pass on his own method of relieving the soul blast. He very cooperatively closed his eyes: “Good.”

Not long afterwards, a large section of text that was not too difficult to understand poured into the mind of Motomeng. Motomeng comprehended the text completely and comprehended it. He suddenly opened his eyes and exclaimed ecstatically: “It is really the skill of resolving the spell of soul blast—the spirit of soul!”

With the cultivation of Mo Tong, nature can see that this piece of text is a false replacement of the spirit of purification. The heart’s gratitude to Ling Xiao is self-evident: “Ling Fei brothers, great grace does not thank you. Give me a room, and now I’m going to disarm myself!”

Ling Xiaowei smiled and said: “Here, let me help me to protect the law. I can’t hurt you.”

“Yeah.” Motomeng sat cross-legged in the field and began practicing purifying.

As the practice of the spirits begins, a dark purple soul rises from the head of Motomeng. Mutton’s face black and white for a while, revealing the color of pain, apparently his own soul and thorns stay in his body of the soul of the battle of the contest to make him suffer.

However, as the dark-colored soul force was forced out by the inkstone, the frequency of the black-and-white conversion of the ink-tongue face slowed down until the end of the conversion.

“Call!” Moton breathed a long breath and looked at Ling Xiao with a grateful look. “Lynge brothers, what are you telling you to do?”

Ling Xiaohe said with a smile: “I have said, I really want to cooperate with ink brother, ink brother do not do anything for me, just follow our plan to act on the line.”

“Well, I’ll go and get the feather of the black bird.” Before Ling Xiao said anything more, the ink-tongue hum soon disappeared.

Ling Hao strange laughed: “It’s really an anxious guy.”

With the release of Motoi’s soul blast technique, the thorny eyebrow moving far away thousands of miles away, the already very gloomy face immediately pulled down, stinking stench: “What happened? The skill of the soul blast has even been solved?”

The more I thought about it, the more I felt uncomfortable, and the thorny devil took out a messenger soul stone: “Four little thorns, find the whereabouts of Motomeng, kill him!”

“Yes, Master!” The four identical sounds were passed to the thorn in their ears through the newsletter, and the thorns took a pinch and hummed and crushed the soul stone.

As soon as Mo Tong had left, Ling Xiao felt that nothing could be done for the time being. All could only wait for Mo Tong to bring back the body of a black woven bird.

However, Huo Xiaotao suddenly jumped out of himself: “Ling Fei brother, that guy has a bloody disaster this trip, but not so smooth!”

“What?” Ling Xiao changed his face and immediately said bitterly: “Can you tell me where the trouble comes from?”

Huo Xiaotao learned Ling Xiao shrugged his shoulders: “No spar, I can’t do it!”

“OK, immediately calculate it!” Ling Xiao apart from anything else to come up with a lot of amethyst come out, let Huo Xiaotao put the array to extrapolate.

The inkstone is critical to Ling Xiao’s plan. Ling Xiao can’t let him out of trouble.

After Huo Xiaotao’s deduction, he finally figured out that the catastrophe of Mo Tu Tong’s trip came from the devil’s palace. Moreover, Huo Xiaotao also figured out that Mo Tuo would encounter a killing in Yaoyang City of Yaozu.

With such an accurate location and direction, it’s a pity that Huo Xiaotao cannot figure out the time.

For the deduced person, there will always be one or two failures. This is the inevitable result. Otherwise, everything can be inferred incomparably and accurately. Then life has no meaning.

The so-called Heaven Road is that it has both traces and changes, and it is no different from life.

Xiao Ling did not demand too much from Huo Xiaotao. He personally took Li Yuanchong, Zhu Xiaolv and Long Zhen together to go to Dongyang City.

Since it is an interception, Ling Xiao believes that the other person is not many. And on the site of the Yaozu people, whether it is the devil’s house or Ling Xiao, it would not be too obvious to kill a large group of people.

Not only should not take too many people, Ling Xiao even thinks that it must be solved quietly. Otherwise, the movements that took place on the land of the Yaozu were too large to be conducive to future actions.

Just one day later, Ling Xiao had already arrived at Dongyang City. At this time, Mo Tong who did not use the space formation approach did not know where to hang around.

“How? Have you found a trace of the Mohist?” In an inn in Dongyang City, Long Zhen had just come back from outside and Ling Xiao immediately asked.

Long Zhen shook his head: “No, here are all the atmosphere of Yaozu, did not find any Mohren division. Ling Xiao boss assured that as long as there is a Mohist division, I will immediately respond to the formation method.”

“Your system will not disturb the local Yaozu, right?” Li Yuanchong asked very carefully.

The dragon slyly smiled: “Won’t you, Master Long, and even if they built a house on the battlefield, they wouldn’t know it. I have only sensed the atmosphere of the Mohist and I have no other effect… …”

The dragon array has not finished his words yet, and the brows are steeply crumpled: “There is a magic soul division!”