The ink-colored silk thread spread back, and the cut crack healed quickly.
As if sensing danger, the ink threads spontaneously condensed and twisted into hundreds of tentacles.
And it transforms the top of its tentacles into sharp blades, slashing head-on into the strong winds of heaven and earth blowing from all directions.
Dang Dang Dang Dang——
The sound of gold and iron interlacing is deafening
The moss blade is unstoppably sharp and can chop off waves of strong wind.
Li Ang's eyes flashed with sternness, and he continued to release his telekinesis, pushing himself upwards to accelerate.
The scenery below your feet keeps shrinking, and you can see all the mountains and rivers.
The spacious and straight official road has turned into a slender straight line in sight, with an ant-like procession of carriages and horses walking on it.
No one can see what is happening in the dark night sky.
Countless silk threads waved wildly to block the fierce wind.
But the winds of heaven and earth are endless, and the higher you go, the more violent and turbulent they become.
In the end, there was only a vast expanse of whiteness in sight, and the sharp sound of wind filled our ears.
Even if it is fine gold and orichalcum armor that has been tempered for thousands of times, if placed here, it will be torn into pieces and turned into mud by the chaotic wind in an instant.
Finally, the first ink-colored tentacle broke and died, followed by the second and third...
Mo Silk was forced to shrink, and the defense line retreated step by step until it stayed on Li Ang's body and turned into a cocoon. Relying on its healing ability, it barely reached a balance with the outside wind.
And inside the body, the progress of the ink's erosion has also slowed down infinitely, and the rate of encroaching on the bones and flesh has been slowed to the limit.
Not enough!
Li Ang turned the Xumi hourglass again, and the flow of time around him slowed down again.
He squeezed out the last bit of spiritual power in the sea of energy and pushed himself upward.
This time, even the cocoon-like ink silk could not withstand the strong winds of heaven and earth, and gradually broke and tore apart.
Li Ang no longer regards the ink that has been transformed into dark gold as a pure dead thing.
The desire for gold and silver and the backlash against the host are all in line with the definition of demons and aliens.
Demons follow the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.
"I'm dead,"
In the ink cocoon, Li Ang looked at the threads that were tightening around his neck and said coldly: "You will die too."
This is not a threat, but a simple statement.
At the current height, even if Mo Si descends immediately, he will be strangled by the strong wind of heaven and earth, and will be annihilated and dissipated in the air.
Mo Si paused for a long time, then retracted the silk thread wrapped around Li Ang's neck, completely stopping the erosion.
Li Ang took a deep breath and immediately took back control, controlling the ink in his body to fill bones, repair blood vessels, and weave into tendons.
Just like a fire rescue, it quickly calms down the bad conditions inside the body.
Next, there is the strong wind of heaven and earth.
Li Ang turned the Xumi hourglass, and as the sands of time passed quickly, the surrounding wind suddenly came to a standstill.
He turned around, controlled the ink threads to become streamlined, reduced the resistance, and fell towards the earth.
The scenery below continues to zoom in,
Li Ang turned the hourglass, and at the moment when it was about to fall, the ink all over his body formed a big umbrella.
Bang!
The umbrella opened and landed smoothly on the top of the mountain.
Li Ang slowly stood up straight, and with one move of his hand, he retracted all the threads.
The silk threads in the body lay dormant quietly, extremely docile, as if the backlash just now was all an illusion.
No problem for now.
Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The effect of Xumi Hourglass is still reliable. As long as it is there, he has the ability to burn with Mo Si Jade.
But, what should we do next?
The body has become one with Mosi. If Mosi continues to evolve, one day it will break through the threshold.
Maybe as soon as I have the idea of using Xumi Hourglass, I will be controlled by Mo Si.
Coexisting with alien species is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger...
Li Ang recalled the instructions from his teachers in class and sighed silently. He had gone too far and there was no possibility of turning back.
He turned his head and looked in the direction of Chang'an City.
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"Chang'an City...is really prosperous."
On the streets of Dongshi, two Zhaoming monks walked side by side.
Both of them have been disguised by the Crow Nine Puppet.
The old ape turned into a kind-faced and wealthy old man wearing brocade clothes, while the butcher turned into a guard with a big body and round waist and a fleshy face.
This combination is very common in the bustling streets of Dongshi.
The soldiers of the Zhenfu Division who were guarding the streets and alleys just glanced at them and looked away.
The old man looked at the noisy street scene with great interest.
Vendors selling sweets and snacks shouted loudly;
The stall owner selling jewelry tried his best to sell bracelets and earrings;
Eight horses came side by side, dragging several carriages connected in series. The vehicles in the front carried the lantern tower, and a group of musicians in brocade clothes sat in the vehicles in the back, playing and singing to accompany the dancers below the lantern tower.<
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Jianghu artists follow the light truck forward,
Walk on a rope, breathe flames, dance with swords, dance with seven pills, swing a giant rope, drop a long pole...
The performances were all kinds of weird, the children applauded for the thrilling performance, the adults laughed and threw the coins on the lamp car, while the frivolous libertines in the crowd looked directly at the young and beautiful members of the song, music and dance team, exuding the fragrance of makeup.
girl.
"There are many rides under the moon, and people are watching in front of the lamp. The joy is endless, and the singing and dancing last until the morning."
The old man shook his head, feeling happy and not at all annoyed because the light truck was blocking the road ahead.
The butcher twisted his neck, raised his hand and pulled the collar of his clothes that was full of burrs, and said impatiently: "Tsk, this dress is really uncomfortable."
"You have to wear something even if you feel uncomfortable."
The old man smiled and took out the copper plate, bought a bowl of floating dumplings (similar to Yuanxiao) from the food stall, stood there and ate it, and said vaguely: "This is knitted by Madam Zhu. If you don't wear it, what will happen in the Daming Palace?"
[Chang'an Microscape] has discovered us a long time ago."
"Humph."
Hearing Lady Zhu's name, the butcher's expression became even more ugly. He snorted coldly and touched the long and narrow scar on his arm.
The members of the Zhaoming organization come from all over the world. Except for their strength, they have almost nothing in common, and some even have grudges.
The butcher's code name is Ghost Spade, and he likes to challenge the strong most in his life. The special skills he practices can absorb the spiritual veins of others. He keeps devouring them and becomes stronger.
In the past twenty years, countless practitioners have died in his hands, ranging from fledgling so-called spiritual geniuses to elders of aristocratic families, judges in Taihao Mountain, and old monsters from hidden sects...
Only a few people escaped his capture, and Madam Zhu from Haizhou in Zhou State was one of them.
The light truck finally started moving, and the crowds of cars and horses moved forward.
"Okay, let's go. Don't keep Brother Situ waiting too long."
The old man smiled slightly, put the finished porcelain bowl back into the stall, and threw down a piece of ten-string flying money. Amidst the surprised and grateful thanks from the stall owner, he patted his belly and walked forward.
Target, Banzhengfang, Zhenfusi.
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