Immortal Mortal

It was half a month later, and the rhythm of the rhythm had been eroded to the point where Mo Wuzhi, who had only one breath, suddenly flashed.

Huanzhen said that burning the gods can burn most of the macaque rhythm. He doesn't have a god, why not simulate a god? He can not only simulate the gods, but also simulate the spirit.

When he reshaped the body for the great cause, he created a hundred and eight spirits and 108 lines for the great cause.

Therefore, he is very familiar with the distribution of the network. To simulate the spirit and the gods, it should be possible. Moreover, what else can he fear now? His vitality is about to collapse, and the vitality of Shen Dan is also finished, and there is no death.

It’s easy to think, but it’s too hard to do. The unscrupulous thoughts of the gods and the rhythm of the rhythm are now weak, and the vitality is about to enter the end of the oil. He really can't simulate a **** through his own big sea.

One day passed, and Mo Wuji stopped and continued to simulate the Yuanshen. He doesn't have a network. In the current situation, it is too difficult to simulate a god. He looked at the glass that still had no movement around him, and his eyes swept a little unconsciously.

Huanqiu does not know if he knows that he is about to fall, and he has no interest at all.

Unscrupulous eyes swept for half a lap and stopped. He saw the piece of scorpion mud.

By the way, how can he not think of the mud?

Mo Wuji immediately grabbed the piece of Scorpio mud, cut a piece of fist size, and began to burn his only remaining thoughts.

He decided to use his scorpion mud to simulate his own **** and send the scorpion mud to his own sea of ​​knowledge. Then create a hundred and eight spirits in the mud, and if it succeeds, he will live, and then continue to search for the remaining studs in the body.

To create a spiritual network in the mud of the sky, it is just a matter of doing nothing but Mo Wuji. When he first shaped the spirituality for the Great Wilderness, he did nothing. Even if he only has half a breath, he is also a strong man.

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From the new incubator of the Divine Realm to the Protoss invasion of the Divine, from the transmission array arranged on both sides of the Silent Sea to communicate with the Divine and the Divine, to the God Field suddenly appearing cracks in the sky, the restoration of the Divine Realm. After being repaired from the realm of the gods, countless strong men emerged, and even stronger ones with the gods appeared, and those strong ones squandered a pass...

All of this makes the whole **** world smoldering and noisy. There are battles everywhere, and there are fears everywhere.

Some people even think that the realm of God will be completely destroyed in the hands of those who have the power of God.

Because Shenlu and several large **** cities have been erased by the strong people who have the gods, it can be seen that in the eyes of those who have the gods, everything is an ant.

In the hearts of the people, the realm of the gods was quiet.

Yes, it is indeed quiet. All the mysterious powers seem to disappear overnight, and they have lost their tracks. Even the strong man who successively destroyed several gods in Shenlu, and the woman who suddenly appeared in the sky of Nirvana in the sky, and who had killed countless monks, disappeared.

The whole world of the gods gradually stabilized, and the major sects began to speed up the recruitment of disciples and enhance their strength. Those who are scattered, take this opportunity to find a place to retreat.

As time went by, the winds of the gods were gradually forgotten.

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In the mortal world of ignorance, the faint rim of the glass faintly felt that his soul was about to collapse, even if she was a strong god, it could not stop this kind of collapse. She can't even let herself wake up briefly.

The feeling of a glimpse of the glory of the glory of the glory of the Huo Huo understand, she should be fallen. Maybe it is going to reincarnation, maybe she has no chance of reincarnation...

Is that the means of saints? With a simple light, she broke her **** and shattered her roots...

Ji Liu’s thinking is like no bondage. Just thinking of the saint’s means, the next moment she thought that there seems to be another young woman named Shu who was saved by her and then became her disciple...

She is leaving, but unfortunately she has not returned to the gods tower...

The meaning of Ji Liu is getting more and more blurred. She knows that she may fall down in the next moment, and her soul has already broken away from her body.

A vague shadow appeared in her mind, yes, she knew that he was Mo Wuji. He saved her, if not for nothing, maybe she has no chance to return to the realm of the gods?

That Mo Wuji does not know if it is okay, has it gone to the realm of God...

Compared to the countless geniuses who pursued her, it seems that it is very ordinary. But that is his ordinary youth, saved her from the tower of the gods, and gave her millions of crystals to her. That is the only young man who owes his kindness, and he doesn't know where he is.

Ji Liu’s unconscious face suddenly had a faint ruddy color. Even if someone saw it, he wouldn’t think that Ji Li was alive. This is the last scatter of the glass before the death.

At that time, she was the first beauty in the realm of the gods, and she was pursued by countless geniuses. She also had the most beautiful memories, which belonged to every girl.

One after another, the vague appearance that could not be restored at all flashed from the soul of her impending collapse, as if it was flowing, and gradually disappeared. The last clear appearance appeared in front of her, right, he called Mo Wuji, the only ordinary young woman who owed her kindness...

A cool breath was touched by the soul that she was about to break, and her soul that was about to collapse was actually stabilized.

How is this going? After a while, the ambiguous idea of ​​Ji Liu was actually much clearer. She finally felt that her soul was really no longer broken, but began to condense and even have a tendency to grow.

This is the extremely iced bamboo? The ambiguous thoughts of the glass finally sensed what she had met, and it was actually an extremely iced bamboo. This is the legendary treasure, right now in front of her, is this true?

Ji Liu didn't dare to think about it anymore. She began to struggle to run her own exercises and wanted to stabilize her own soul.

At the beginning, no matter how she tried, she could not run the exercises. However, as time went by, she found that her soul was getting more and more solid, and even had a tendency to thrive. Her practice has gradually begun to work, and then barely formed Zhou Tian, ​​she can finally subconsciously use the extremely iced bamboo to restore their souls.

The unscrupulous mortal world is quiet, and the extremely iced bamboo in the arms of Ji Liu gradually melts, and all the breath is integrated into the body of the glass.

The gods of the gods under the glass of the gods, together with the melting atmosphere of the extremely iced bamboo, were swept away by the glass.

Time gradually drifted away, and the pale face of the glass really began to rosy. It was no longer a reflection before death. A scar on her forehead was fascinated by the rhythm.

The broken soul began to condense, and the vague idea gradually became clear.

The extremely iced bamboo has been melted and infiltrated into the glass body, and the knowledge of the sea has once again formed. The Yuanshen, which has almost disappeared, has begun to have its outline.

The spiritual root of Nirvana began to be repaired, and the spiritual network gradually recovered...

One day, one year, ten years...

When a hundred years passed, Ji Liu suddenly opened his eyes, and her eyes filled with surprises. No one knew better than her that her qualifications had risen again.

She was almost reinvented by the Yuanshen, and at this moment she recovered again, and the sea of ​​knowledge has more than doubled. Her spirituality continued to flow, and there was no stagnation. The original already solid spirituality was increased by two, and the total number reached 102.

It is the spiritual root that is pure as the one that has been washed by the snow and ice, and it is more perfect.

When Liu Li jumped up, she felt that her cultivation was not only restored, but she could go further at any time~www.readwn.com~ Not only that, but she absorbed the speed of the gods, it seems to be twice as fast as before. .

"Sure enough, it is extremely iced bamboo." Ji Li looked at the ice and bamboo that was less than half a foot away from his feet. It was difficult to excite himself.

Her injury is indeed only repaired by the extremely iced bamboo.

No, how could this extremely iced bamboo appear here? The one who wants to reinvent her strong is to ask her about the whereabouts of the gods. Is the other party so willing? In order to inquire about the whereabouts of the **** towers, even the ice bamboo is also used for her?

Still not right, if this is the case, there is no need to restore her strength, and even improve her spiritual roots and spirituality.

Ji Liu’s thoughts swept out, and without waiting for her to discover what she found, she saw a young man lying not far from his side.

The young man looked too ordinary, but the appearance did not know how many times it appeared in her mind.

Mo Wuji, yes, it is Mo Wuji.

How can Mo Wuji appear next to her? Ji Li soon realized that there was no rhythm and no rhythm, and there was no life. It was clearly a long time.

Ji Li can no longer hold back his inner fears, and he will take it up.

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