Immortal Mortal

The unscrupulous gods infiltrated into it, and the vast avenue of the avenue was clearly felt by him.

Every word in it is natural and natural, with a kind of heaven and earth momentum.

Mo Wuji seems to swim in a vast ocean without a marginal boulevard. In the starry sky around him, there are thirty-six golden lights shining.

Mo Wuji was surprised to see the thirty-six golden lights. He knew that he had guessed it completely correctly. The sky was not changed by thirty-six, but thirty-six kinds of magical powers.

The change of the thirty-six days of Tianzhu is just one of the great supernatural powers. The name of the **** is known, and the birth is easy to shape.

If you don’t know that your time is limited, there is too much magical power that Mo Wuji wants to learn, shrinking into the inch, reversing the future, and spreading the beans into soldiers...

Well, Mo Wuji also knows that with his current understanding and control of the rules of heaven and earth, he will never learn these great powers.

The most important thing at the moment is to learn the metamorphosis of fetal birth, which is what other people often say.

The change of supernatural powers is also a form of easy-to-shape means. The difference is that this easy means is achieved through the rules of the rhyme, rather than just the surface change. Change your breath at most.

When Mo Wuji's whole heart was immersed in the fetal metamorphosis, the rest of the gods Jinguang automatically concealed, and could no longer affect Mo Wuji.

Time has gradually flowed away, and the competition for the edge of the gods nest has become less. There are so many crystals that come out of the sky. Most of them are directly flying to the sky. Anyone has a chance here. There is no need to compete with others.

Wei Ru, Shabu Shabu and the Great Wilderness also stopped cultivation and sentiment, and joined the ranks of competing for this kind of chaotic god. There are a few people who are unscrupulous. Once this rule cracks out the gods, you need to tell him the first time.

When the fetal shape is gradually understood by Mo Wuji, Mo Wuji is completely immersed in this magical power, a message suddenly awakened Mo Wuji.

The message was sent out from the wild, and the Great Wilderness told him that he had seen a pulse of God, and that **** was very fast, and that the spirit contained in it was much stronger than the so-called best **** in his mortal world.

Mo Wuji knows that he has already arrived when he is looking forward to this time. At this time, Mo Wuji will continue to practice retreat? After he placed the stove, he rushed out of his support.

Just rushed out, Mo Wuji saw two white lights that were like a long dragon.

That is definitely the true best of the gods, and there is some worry at the same time. The speed of the gods is too fast, and he has no chance to even take the shot.

Not only did he not have the opportunity to shoot, but Mo Wuji saw that several gods were also sluggish, and they could not stop these gods.

The unscrupulous **** thoughts swept, and he did not see Kun Yun. The contact time with Kun Yun is not too short. Mo Wuji knows that Kun Yun will never let go of this opportunity, but this guy does not know where to hide and make a fortune.

"Booming!" More violent voices in the cracks of the rules came, and God's thoughts could no longer penetrate into the cracks of the rules.

Dozens of white long dragons were shot from regular cracks. This time many monks were prepared, and each of them offered their own magic weapon. Several gods have been stopped, and more gods have gone.

Then Mo Wu was shocked by the fact that many powerful people rushed up and slammed their hands.

These gods are bound by various fields and gods, and no one can take them away.

Between the blood and the fog, there are constantly monks falling from the air. These monks who have been bombarded by people are listed as gods.

There is no more gods and protoss at the moment. There is only one thing in the eyes of everyone, and that is the gods.

Mo Wuji took a breath of air and stopped to continue to take out the bondage. With his strength, if he takes out the bondage, I am afraid that when he is tied to the spiritual pulse, it is when he falls.

This kind of supernatural spirit is full of aura and rules are complete, that is, the strong gods must also fight desperately. Who will let him alone use the **** to seize the gods?

Compared with the original gods and spirits that overflowed from the regular cracks, the gods or the original gods of the gods are simply **** in the garbage.

In any case, he must acquire a large number of gods in this tide of sacred temptations. Otherwise, his future cultivation will never go soon. The consumption of his cultivation can not afford any of the sects.

Mo Wuji did not know how long it took for this **** to overflow. He directly grabbed a bunch of artifacts, and then these artifacts were thrown out by him as a flag.

In just one hour, a six-level sleepy squad was placed by Mo Wuji. This time, the unscrupulous array of sleepy killings was in front of everyone’s eyes. Everyone clearly saw the means of Mo Wuji’s arrangement of trapping and killing the gods. And this is the sleepy killing array that is arranged with the artifacts of the next product, but it is not the sleepy killing array that is outlined by the void pattern.

Even if the king of God is trapped, he will not be able to leave without a moment.

The roar in the cracks has intensified again, and Mo Wuji does not know how many of the best gods have overflowed. He refused to consider these, and at this time there are countless rays of light. Mo Wuji directly threw out more than a dozen **** arrays, and the long-term white mans were tied by Mo Wuji, and the speed suddenly slowed down.

Then these dawns like white dragons were dragged by Mo Wuji and entered his sleepy battle.

This time, Wu Wuji locked more than a dozen of the best spirits and threw them into the mortal world.

Mo Wuji was ecstatic, and at this moment he was grateful to Kun Yun. If it wasn't for Kun Yun to tell him in advance that there was a pulse of gods here, he wouldn't spend a year or two refining a bunch of bondages. In the same way, if it wasn't for Kun Yun, he wouldn't care for the secret secrets to let him know, and he couldn't advance to the seventh-level powerhouse in a short time.

He just regrets a little. He should first arrange a seven-level sleepy squad. If there is a seven-level sleepy squad, he will not need to waste time here to arrange a six-level sleepy guard with a pile of artifacts.

As for the seven-level sleepy squad there, there is no plan to move. That is where he collects the sacred air of the gods. According to the meaning of Kun Yun, the air traffic of the gods is more important than the best of the gods.

Another wave of intensive spirits is shot, and the battle outside is bloody. Each of the intercepted gods will degenerate a large number of monks to have the final result.

Mo Wuji directly threw out dozens of **** arrays this time. The white light with pure spirits was delayed by Mo, and then pulled into the trapped battle.

Mo Wuji skilled to send all the dozens of the best spirits collected into the mortal world, even if Mo Wuji knows that only one in ten thousand of the gods who received the hand is not there, he is still excited.

Collecting a large number of the best of the gods in succession, the action of Mo Wuji finally makes people jealous. Even if Mo Wuji once killed Luo Huang, there are also gods at this moment.

As long as you get one of these best spirits, it is very likely that the king of God will successfully enter the realm of God. This kind of treasure, which **** king is not a dream?

Not waiting for the next wave of gods to escape from the cracks, several gods directly began to bombard the unscrupulous six-level sleepy squad.

Mo Wuji saw four gods who bombarded him and killed him. He was furious. There are constant overflows of spiritual veins in the cracks of these rules. These **** do not rob the overflowing gods and actually bring their minds to his head.

Another large white mans shot from the crack, Mo Wuyi felt more angry. These four gods are attacking his trap, so that he has no chance to collect the best of the gods.

At this moment, I have no choice but to give up the best spirits. I want to open up the guards. When these gods come in and do it, a powerful treasure shines on his guard. Mo Wuji's sleepy guards sent out a burst of buzzing sounds, and then there was a crack in the guards.

Mo Wuzhi was sinking in his heart, and he actually saw the short and strong **** of the Protoss. At this time, Kun Yun is no longer there. Fortunately, he still has a six-level sleepy squad. Otherwise, he can only wait for death.

As the protagonist's short and powerful man came over, more Protoss monks were swarming, and a bunch of magic weapons rushed to the unscrupulous six-level gods.

The unscrupulous gods are stronger, but they are just a six-level sleepy god. Even if Mo Wuji is controlling the gods, his gods are still splitting. Seeing that his sleepy guards are about to be smashed, Mo Wubo knows that at this time he simply can't count on anyone~www.readwn.com~ Don't say that Kun Yun is not here, even if Kun Yun is here, It is estimated that there is no time to help him. He knows Kun Yun too well. This time the restoration of the gods, for Kun Yun, is simply a matter of falling in the sky. Can you waste time helping him?

Mo Wuji raised his hand and shot more than a dozen bondages. This time the array was different from the one he shot before, and these arrays were separated.

More than a dozen of the best gods were bound by Mo Wuji's bondage, and they immediately slowed down. Many monks who could not catch the rapids of the gods were like seeing **** beasts, and they rushed up.

It was the many monks who attacked Mo Wuji, and they also stunned and almost lost 90%.

Mo Wuji no longer hesitates, and his body flashes directly into a ray of light. He went in the direction of his own heaven and earth furnace, where he had his seven-level sleepy squad. He has a hunch that the protoss, the short god, will not let him go.

Mo Wuji did not guess wrong, even if others were vying for the spiritual veins that were bound by him, this short **** king was staring at him and chasing it.

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