But this octopus cuttlefish is not a fool. When it saw Zuo Liang and others want to break through, it immediately controlled eight tentacles and attacked and blocked Zuo Liang and others' path forward.

Crackling!

The eight tentacles are like eight whips, hitting them at will.

Because they wanted to resist the attacks of these tentacles, Zuo Liang and his team immediately slowed down, but when they were slow, they were still rushing outward.

After about half a cup of tea, Zuo Liang and his group finally approached the four corners of the ink.

It's just a little bit short of attacking.

Lee Kuan Yew is the monk who practices the wood attribute soul among the four of Zuo Liang and the others.

During this period, he had always followed Zuo Liang's command, and he knew very well that if he wanted to survive, he had to rush out of the surroundings of this ink.

Therefore, Lee Kuan Yew has been running away with the fastest speed and the greatest ability, and he must rush out of the siege of this ink!

Since Octopus Cuttlefish had to deal with four people with one person, and among the four of them, Zuo Liang and Peng Kai were the strongest, Octopus Cuttlefish focused more on these two people.

This made Lee Kuan Yew much more relaxed. He took advantage of the moment when the octopus cuttlefish dealt with Zuo Liang and Peng Kai and cut off one of the tentacles of the octopus cuttlefish!

"It's this time!"

Without the attack from the tentacles, Lee Kuan Yew was extremely surprised. When he moved his feet, his true energy was like a rocket ejected, and his whole body flew forward.

Although Lee Kuan Yew's spiritual sense was affected by ink, he was sure that the ink was surrounded by ten meters away. As long as he rushed forward ten meters, he could rush out of the ink.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! I didn't expect that Lee Kuan Yew was the first person to rush out of the ink!"

Lee Kuan Yew bent over with a smile. As long as he is the first to reach the encirclement of ink, his chances of survival will greatly increase.

"Life! You must live!"

"Hahaha! That's great, it's great!"

Lee Kuan Yew smiled. He could feel that the ink in front of him was gradually fading, and he was flying quickly to the outside.

Ten meters!

Five meters!

Three meters!

One meter!

...

It's out! It's finally out!

At this moment, the darkness in front of Lee Kuan Yao suddenly disappeared, his vision became clear, the ink disappeared, and clear water appeared!

Hahaha! What a moment worth looking forward to! What a moment worth celebrating!

"Here comes out! I finally escaped from the ink of the octopus cuttlefish!"

Lee Kuan Yew didn’t know how excited he was or how surprised he was.

Wrapped in the thick ink, under the pressure of the octopus cuttlefish, Lee Kuan Yew was struggling to resist and resist. For a moment, Lee Kuan Yew even thought that he would die in the hands of this octopus cuttlefish.

But these are all past tense, and all of this is over, and the next step is the best life.

Escaped from the siege of this ink, even if Zuo Liang and Peng Kai cannot escape later, Lee Kuan Yew can escape from the bottom of the damn pool as soon as possible.

For the first time, Lee Kuan Yew truly realized that the world is so beautiful and it is so simple to survive.

All of this is so happy!

Lee Kuan Yew smiled so hard that he couldn't stop smiling.

However, in this blink of an eye, just as Lee Kuan Yew rushed out of the ink, he saw a golden figure. The figure held a six-colored sword in his hand and slashed it towards his head with a sword.

Puchi

Blood splattered everywhere.

Oh no! Blood immediately filled the cold pond water.

"What's going on?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"Why did I feel a slight pain coming from my neck?"

"Who is this golden figure?"

...

A question flashed through Lee Kuan Yew's mind. At this moment, he found that his head seemed to have left his body.

"This is impossible!"

At this moment, Lee Kuan Yew actually saw his body, a body without a head. In addition, Lee Kuan Yew also saw the golden figure clearly. This person was actually...

"Zhang...Zi...Chen..."

Lee Kuan Yew also saw Zhang Zichen holding up the six-colored divine sword in his hand and stabbed into his headless body with one sword.

Then... nothing...

At this moment before Lee Kuan Yew died, he finally thought of what happened.

It turned out that in this damn Zhang Zichen, he did not take the opportunity to escape, but secretly lurked on the periphery of ink, waiting for the prey to take the bait.

There is no doubt that Lee Kuan Yew is this unlucky prey.

When Lee Kuan Yew thought he had rushed out of the ink, Zhang Zichen acted as soon as possible, raised his long sword and slashed it down.

After Lee Kuan Yew's head fell, Zhang Zichen did not hesitate and raised his long sword again and pierced Lee Kuan Yew's heart with one sword!

Everything falls into the dust.

Puff

A sneer and Binghan appeared on Zhang Zichen's face. The plan was one-quarter successful. He had successfully killed a powerful Saint King. Next, Zuo Liang and the others were left with only three people.

In this way, Zhang Zichen's hope of survival will greatly intensify.

"Killed one, and there were three more!"

Zhang Zichen gritted his teeth, restrained his breath again, and his body moved rapidly, and quickly moved his position.

There are three more people waiting for Zhang Zichen to attack and kill!

Lee Kuan Yew practices the wood-attributed primordial spirit, Zuo Liang practices the metal-attributed primordial spirit, Peng Kai practices the earth-attributed primordial spirit, and another person named Zhong Hongyu practices the fire-attributed primordial spirit.

It just so happened that after Zhang Zichen killed Lee Kuan Yew, he was closest to Zhong Hongyu.

"I have killed the cultivator who practices the wood-attributed primordial spirit, so next, let's kill this holy king who practices the fire-attributed primordial spirit!"

Zhang Zichen had planned and once again secretly lurked on the periphery of the ink and restrained his breath, but on the other side, he quietly injected his true energy into the Black Crystal Sword...

In the ink, the cultivator who practiced the fire-attributed soul was not slow either, and he quickly reached the edge of the ink.

However, what puzzled Zhang Zichen was that when this man was about to reach the periphery, he suddenly stopped.

Zhong Hongyu actually stayed in his original place, neither advancing nor retreating.

"What's wrong? Could it be that he discovered my whereabouts?"

Zhang Zichen was a little suspicious and disbelief. Although his cultivation level was only at the late stage of the True Lord, and although he was one level lower than Zhong Hongyu's cultivation level, Zhang Zichen had two volumes of Huangyun Tianshu.
Chapter completed!