Chapter 1079 Ink Flood Claw

No matter how shocking it was, it happened.

Ning Ting was also very calm. Looking at Xuan Yun, he smiled and said, "Fortunately, you didn't raise any excessive conditions, it's just a sea pillar, otherwise I would be in a big loss."

A sea pillar of vitality is naturally nothing in his eyes.

Xuan Yun followed with a smile, "How dare I raise too many conditions in front of the palace lord. Getting the palace lord to agree to this bet is the best condition."

"good."

Ning Ting nodded, and looked at Zhou Shu thoughtfully, "It's not easy for you to complete the bet. It seems that I may need to reconsider my previous approach."

The reason why Ning Ting was unwilling to take Xuan Yun in was because Xuan Yun was not worth enough, and the possibility of becoming the Palace Master was very low. He would not offend Xuan An for Xuan Yun, but the feeling is a little different now. Xuan Yun has become valuable, so it's not that he can't bet on Xuan Yun's side - offending Xuan An, supporting Xuan Yun to become the Lord of Liuyun Palace is also a possibility that can be considered.

Show enough ability to make others think you are valuable. That's why Zhou Shu suggested that Xuan Yun make a bet. Zhou Shu just suggested, but he didn't expect Xuan Yun to agree immediately. All hopes were pinned on Zhou Shu.

Xuan Yun showed a bit of joy, "I hope the palace master will think about it more."

Ning Ting thought for a while, but didn't give a definite answer. He shook his head, "Let's talk about it after you leave here safely. If you can keep going, I think I will think about it more."

Xuan Yun was a little disappointed, but soon relieved and nodded.

Ning Ting turned to Zhou Shu and said slowly, "Xuan Yun said that you have something to ask me. Since you have come in, you are qualified. You can say anything."

Zhou Shu smiled faintly, "I just want to ask one thing, what happened to that female monk sixty years ago?"

"Sixty years ago..."

Ning Ting was stunned, and his half-lying body couldn't help shaking, "You mean the female immortal cultivator with the blue long sword?"

Zhou Shu nodded, "Yes."

"Who is she to you?"

Ning Ting suddenly sat up straight, his eyes fixed on Zhou Shu like a torch, and he didn't leave for a long time.

Zhou Shu shook his head, his expression a little indifferent, "You don't need to ask more about this, I just want to know where she went and what happened."

"Presumptuous, dare to speak to this king like this!"

Ning Ting let out a low growl, and he seemed to have completely changed in an instant. He was no longer old-fashioned, and there was a lot of chill in his eyes. The power poured out like a tide, and the whole hall couldn't help shaking. Like a tsunami.

Xuan Yun couldn't stand still at all, so he couldn't help supporting the golden pillar beside him, while Zhou Shu stood in the middle, motionless, and looked at Ning Ting without any fear.

"snort."

Ning Ting's complexion darkened, he waved his sleeves out, and grabbed it in the air with one hand. In the sea, that hand gradually became huge, and he rushed towards Zhou Shu with incomparable flexibility.

Zhou Shu stood still, a blue light flashed in his hand, and a bright mirror stood in front of him.

The giant hand collided with it, spreading out layers of waves, and the vortex surged. Many objects in the hall flew up one after another, floating in the vortex, creating a chaotic scene.

Ning Ting was slightly surprised, and his complexion became even darker.

"interesting."

That hand suddenly became extremely black, with layers of scales attached to it, and several feet long sharp thorns protruding from the fingertips. Wherever it went, the sea water turned black and boiled, with many black bubbles. The living room gushed out and exploded, the smell was extremely unpleasant, and many tables and chairs soaked in the seawater melted without a trace in the black seawater in the blink of an eye.

Xuan Yun's expression changed, and he couldn't help exclaiming, "Palace Master, be merciful!"

He was also of the Jinlong race, and he could recognize that the black hand came from Ning Ting's body, called Mojiao Claw, and it was a powerful magic weapon.

Monsters with pure dragon blood are collectively called the near dragon race.

The owner of Huiyue Palace has always been the Mo Jiao clan. Mo Jiao is a descendant of the ancient Panlong. Panlong is famous for its strength among the dragon clan and is the most powerful. Mo Jiao naturally inherited this, although it is far inferior to the ancient beasts. , but it is also one of the best in the near dragon race, not to mention the ink dragon itself has a strong poison, even if a cultivator in the transformation of the gods touches a little bit of that poison, it will be poisoned to death, and it can continue to spread in the sea water, which is really terrifying.

But with this attack, the entire hall is probably within range, and there is nowhere to escape.

Zhou Shu's expression was slightly stagnant, and he could see the strength from a distance.

The power driving the black hand is not Yuanli, but the Jinlong's unique Jinlong power, which is much stronger than Yuanli. Combined with Mo Jiao's own strength, it is even more difficult to deal with, not to mention poisonous. It is also troublesome if the poison gets on the body or stepping on the sea sword, it is not so easy to remove.

It's a bit tricky, and the mirror and water may not be enough.

But Zhou Shu can also see that Ning Ting is still very measured in his actions. It is not because he is reckless after being furious, but because he has left enough room for retraction. It is not necessary to put Zhou Shu and Xuan Yun to death. It is impossible to do that, but even so, Zhou Shu will definitely respond and will not ignore it. Of course, he will leave room for it.

Stepping on the Sea Jue suddenly jumped out, the blue light was introverted, showing its true face, and a dark blue vortex of moderate size appeared in front of Zhou Shu.

"ah?"

Ning Ting was startled, and suddenly thought of something.

The Eye of Returning to the Ruins suddenly opened, swallowing the surrounding sea water continuously, the suction force continued, and the ink dragon claws also began to fly into the whirlpool.

Seemingly realizing something, Ning Ting's expression changed slightly, Mo Jiaozhua turned his head sharply, and flew back.

One recall, one inhalation, all of a sudden, it became a stalemate, as if no one could do anything to anyone.

There was a smile on the corner of Zhou Shu's mouth, the sword light flickered slightly, and the Eye of Guixu was released immediately, countless black sea water rushed out, merged into a solid water column, and rushed towards Ning Ting.

Ning Ting looked calm, with his arms wrapped around, and several black lights appeared in front of him, immediately covering the sea water and the ink dragon's claws.

As the water jet kept hitting Ning Ting, the black light flashed dozens of times before it stopped, and disappeared along with the water jet.

Ning Ting shook his head slightly, and his cautious face gradually relaxed. It could be seen that Zhou Shu's move was quite difficult for him to cope with.

And Zhou Shu was also a little surprised. It was the first time he encountered such a thing to catch the Eye of Returning to the Market with himself.

Although he reserved a lot of power, he didn't cast the Eye of Return to the Ruins when the Mo Jiao Claw was three feet away from him, he didn't maximize the power of the Eye of Return to the Ruins, and released it when the savings were not completed, but rather Ting was able to withstand the blow of the Eye of Returning to the Ruins without showing any signs of injury, which was already very rare. Even a monk at the second level of the tribulation realm did not dare to use himself to receive the blow.

The bodies of the Mojiao clan are indeed powerful, not to mention the strongest among the sea clan, but they are similar.