v6 Chapter 2041： Poor ink king

The second thousand and forty-one chapters of the poor ink king

Is his eyes blind?

The great man who cultivated the fairy in the period of Dong Xuan also was able to offend him.

As the saying goes, I don’t know who is not guilty, but I have already seen the Lord. He still does this, and it’s really the old birthday star hanging on it. It’s too long.

Isn’t this ink king not a stupid, but a cultivation and a fire, and a problem with his head?

In addition to horror or horror.

However, they think so, but they are really the king of ink.

When Lin Xuan just appeared, he was really frightened. The whole back was cold and sweaty. Could it be that he was wrong, and this Linglong Valley really had a hole in the Xuan period?

The fear in his heart is imaginable. He has a soft knee and wants to kneel and beg for mercy.

However, before making the whole movement, he habitually released the knowledge, and in Lin Xuan's body, swiftly swept away.

Then the expression on his face became very weird.

Actually, I didn’t feel the pressure and spiritual flow on the other side, did I make a mistake, even if the other party was a cultivator, the distance was so close to each other, but he could not see the other person’s depth. .

He is convinced of this.

There is only one possibility for this to happen, that is, the other party is not a cultivator at all. Of course, there will be no pressure and spiritual flow in a mortal.

The good Baixue Pavilion, actually came up with this method to make a mystery?

The so-called extremes must be reversed, and a cultivator should be sent out. It is impossible to pretend to be a cultivator. However, if it is a mortal, because he cannot see his depth, he may be suspicious.

The plan is good, but they think that they will be like this?

It’s too small to see the IQ of the king.

The ink king thought of it, the corner of his mouth was full of sneer: "There is actually a mortal to fool me, and there is a lingering death."

The voice did not fall, and he did not see his extra movements. A terrible spiritual pressure swarmed toward Lin Xuan. A mortal person in the district only used it. With a look, he could let him go out.

The other party actually swears that he is a liar, Lin Xuan at first, his heart is also very strange, but soon, he will react.

Speaking of it, this is really not the fault of the ink king. To blame it, it is too magical to sing the ink of the moon. Although it only cultivated the part of the clutch period, it actually has the effect of returning to the original.

Lin Xuan had already arrived here long ago, but he secretly sneaked in the dark to hear how the original committee was. In other words, he had the technique of concealing and concealing the mana.

Later, although he appeared at a critical moment, the temperament was still not lifted.

Coupled with the effect of returning to the original, which is comparable to the ordinary cave Xuan period, the ink king can not see, it is normal, but so, this guy is tragedy.

Although I understand that this misunderstanding is not the fault of the ink king, Lin Xuan still does not intend to let him go, the woman's benevolence is not allowed, who wants this guy to provoke himself?

What's more, at this moment, this guy is still trying to do it himself.

Doing a good day, you can live, you can't live.

Lin Xuan did not do anything, but only sprang out the momentum that has been converging.

boom!

The pressure is right!

Dong Xuan and the clutch are one level.

When Lin Xuan was still a clutch, he was chased by Duron's ancestors almost nowhere, and there was no door to the ground. At this moment, his strength is comparable to that of the poison dragon ancestors.

So the ink king was very tragic, and his spiritual pressure seemed to be sucked into a bottomless vortex.

The next moment, but back with ten times the amount back.

"Do not……"

The ink king finally found out that the face was full of fear, but he wanted to avoid it. It was too late to hear the bang of the "嘭", and he was hit by the terrible pressure that bounced back. The beggar flew away.

Falling from the Linglong Pagoda, the shape is the same as the gatekeeper who has just been bombarded by him.

It’s a natural loop, and it’s not good for retribution.

Lin Xuan did not even raise his eyes. Although the other party had fallen out of sight, Lin Xuan did not worry that the other party would take the opportunity to escape.

Although this is a guy who is a big-minded person, IQ can't be so low. This is what Li Xuan still has. He is confident that he will not be wrong.

Sure enough, just after a few bites of effort, the halo flashed, the ink king had already flown back, his chest was blood-stained, and the wind-stained armor had many cracks, just the arrogance Oh, it’s already gone, and it’s replaced by fear.

He knew that he had made a big mistake.

It’s too stupid, and it’s speculated that there is something wrong. Baixuan Pavilion is really a hole in the Xuan period. Otherwise, it’s the old Wangting Tower. The first master of Tianyun’s 12th State can’t just rely on the pressure. I played myself so badly.

Knowing that at this moment, the ink king also felt that the chest was full of blood and the meridians of the whole body were faintly painful. All this made him more afraid of fear. In the face of this kind of power existence, he did not have the slightest resistance. It is the same.

"Predecessors spared, you adults do not count the villain, do not care about the younger generation, everything is my fault, I am damn, I am confused."

The king of ink said, while hoeing his head and pulling his own slap in the face, although it is very shameful to do so, but the moment of life is a matter of face.

You must know that he has the blood of the heavenly spirits, and the life of the Yaozu is much longer than that of human beings. Even if it is stuck in the bottleneck, it will not be promoted, and there will be a long life of Wanyuan. Of course, it is not willing to fall. .

"Do you know that you are wrong?"

Lin Xuan said indifferently, in his eyes, the other side is the fish on the cutting board. If you want to cut it, you will follow your own mind, so you will not be angry at all.

"Predecessors are forgiving, please ask the seniors to show their mercy."

The ink king is afraid to tremble, desperately like Lin Xuan.

"Rao you?" Lin Xuan's mouth showed a smile, and the ink king did not dare to raise his head. He understood that he had no room for resistance. Whether it was a smoke or a smoke, it was all in the other's mind: "It is not impossible, but death can be Exempt, live sin can't escape, you want to live, unless you surrender a soul..."

"A soul is a glimpse?"

The face of the ink king is gray, can he say that the other party wants to use his own stagnation and let himself be a slave for life?

Naturally, he is unwilling to lose his freedom, but compared with death, this is nothing. Besides, the other party is a cultivator of the sacred period of the sacred period. He stays with him. As long as he is on the service, there may be benefits, so he thinks so. His feeling of frustration finally improved a lot.

"Predecessors want to stagnate me, let me be a spiritual pet, can, can serve you such a powerful cultivator, is also the blessing of the old slave." Not to mention, this ink 蛟王 will really flatter.

I know that Lin Xuan’s mouth is a little smiley: "Be my spiritual pet, you want more, the district is a clutch, the deity is not eye-catching."

"Then why are you..." The ink king could not help but be confused.

"You are not stupid, but only half right. I am going to want you to have a glimpse of the soul, but I am not asking you to be my spiritual pet, but to do it."

"Be my pet?"

Lu Yinger could not help but stay.

Others are also embarrassed, and all reveal a big surprise.

The ink king thinks that his ears are wrong, and he wants to cry without tears: "Predecessors, you... you said, let me be the spiritual pet of this little girl?"

It is no wonder that he is depressed, he has been in the middle of the clutch, the other party is only a one-year infant immortal, to be her pet, and that he will see his face in the future, it is not the laughing stock of the entire Xiu Xianjie.

"What, you don't want to?"

Lin Xuan’s voice has cooled down. Who wants him to provoke himself, and there is a room for bargaining.

"No, I am just..."

In the eyes of Lin Xuan's eyes, the ink king couldn't help but attack the spirits. There was no anger in the eyes of the other party. Some just ignored them. In his eyes, they were just ants, and people killed an ant. It will never be soft.

As long as you say no, you will be wiped out.

Then, being laughed at is laughed at!

As long as you can live, you will be mocked and have something.

Fish and bear's paw can't have both, and the ink king finally chose to be a coward.

One bite: "It's all my fault. What the seniors said, I will listen to it."

"Ok."

Lin Xuan nodded: "You still made the right choice. If so, what are you waiting for, your soul can be called out."

The voice did not fall, Lin Xuan reached out and a black light flew out. It was a slap-sized wooden sign. Needless to say, this is the instrument used to imprison the soul.

"Yinger, then."

"Oh!"

Lu Yinger's conditional reflexes stretched out the jade hand and took the black banned soul card. However, the face flashed a bit of stunned color. After all, this thing was too unexpected, and she made no preparation at all.

"Young Master, you said let him be my pet?"

Lu Yinger said a little uncertainly, you must know that this is the mid-term of the dragon in the middle of the clutch. Can you really do this after the main talent?

Lin Xuan is such a clever figure, naturally understand what she is worried about, and her face is encouraged by the color: "Reassured, I can help, I can do it."

"Yes, thank you young master."

Since Lin Xuan said this, Lu Yinger naturally did it. In her mind, the young master is omnipotent, just like God.

What's more, there is a dragon in the middle of the clutch to be a spiritual pet, and he is actually quite heart-warming.

The other cultivators in the hall, including Liu Ying and Kang Xiaoyu, also showed the envy of color. It is necessary to know that the ink king is not a lonely one, and there is a huge ink valley in the back.

As a result, the power of the Baixuan Pavilion has to go up in madness, but envy is useless. Who will let the other party have Lin Xuanlin’s predecessors?

The process behind it was very smooth, and Lin Xuan looked at it. The ink king didn't dare to play tricks. The prohibition was completed smoothly.

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