Immortal Mortal

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Even the monks of the true deity are subconsciously retreating, and the rest are low, but they dare not go forward and fall back. In the face of death, the monk has an instinctive intuition.

In the eyes of the wounded, Wu Wuji’s eyes were even more stunned. He was hit hard. At this moment, apart from using the heart of the Qing and the guys to die, there is no way to get out.

Mo Wuji’s body was actually empty, and countless monks in the sky surrounded this empty place, which was a bit strange.

At this time, the starry sky suddenly burst into violent storms, and Mo Wuyi also raised his head in amazement, followed by a familiar voice in his ear. "Don't move, follow me along..."

岑书音? Mo Wuji immediately felt who the coming person was. The celestial stick in his hand also came down and did not blast. At the same time, he was about to rush to the heart of the Qing dynasty, and he was quickly stopped. At this time, the heart of the heart is urging, and the sound of the book must be difficult to escape.

With the wind, he rolled up his body and rushed out of this strange empty sky.

"Someone took him away with the wind smashing technique..." Immediately there was a monk reacting, and suddenly shouted.

"Follow, don't say that you can bring a person with a wind sorcerer, even if you are alone here."

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The rest of the monks did not even talk, and they chased them up. Is it not a mob? He was surrounded by the same, and finally had to work hard.

How about the wind? In the case of enemies in the sky, winds are not omnipotent.

The familiar softness and scent came, and there was a little warmth in my heart. Now that he is all over the enemy, this starry sky can take such a big risk to save him. I am afraid there is no second besides the sound of the book.

"It's useless, you let me go, let's escape and say it. After you have a big wind, you can remember to help me revenge." Mo Wuji said with a sigh, he used the wind smashing technique, and the result still did not escape. . The sound of the sound of the book is worse than his wind, and it is more difficult to escape.

Sure enough, the voice of Mo Wuji just fell, a few signals flying swords from not far from the two shots, followed by these signals is a fast-moving monk figure.

The sound of the syllabary did not answer the words of Mo Wuji, but it was just a mad escape. What makes Mo Wuji amazed is that the style of the cymbal sounds is like a raging wind. And his slight breeze is completely two extremes.

It is reasonable to say that the sound of the book is a woman, and the wind should be more gentle.

After a while, Mo Wuji felt the extreme heat in the sound of the sound of the book, and he knew what was going on. "Bookmaster, you immediately let me down, so that we can't get away."

It’s no wonder that the sound of the sound of the book is burning and igniting the wind. This is probably related to her cultivation of the wind. It’s a big wind, and listening to this name, you know that it’s not a gentle exercise.

The sound of the sound of the sound of the book has become hoarse and dry, and her words seem to come from the opposite starry sky. It seems a little ethereal and nothing. "When I was a child, I had a happy home. I love my mother most, that At the time, I felt that I was the happiest person.

When I was six years old that year, I came to a family at home. When he saw my mother at first sight, he could no longer look away. Later, he and I were in the room and didn't know what to say. After a long time, I came out and said to my mother for a while..."

The sound of the book is like an outsider who narrates a story about Mo Wuji. The tone is slow and the voice is a little empty. "Later my mother nodded to me and said that although I was small, I need to tell me. Later I agreed. My mother took me to the room and she told me..."

A slap in the sound of a book, a sword awns through the starry sky, straight to the back of the sound of the book. Mo Wuzhi was struggling and struggling, his body moved sideways, and he was encouraged. That sword mangman directly fell into the heart of Mo Wuji, Mo Wuji Zhang mouth is a blood arrow squirting, all falling on the shoulders of the 岑书音.

However, under the strong force of Mo Wuji, Jianmang also dissipated in Mo Wuji, and did not affect the sound of the Shu.

The sound of the book sounds a little tremble, and the temperature of the body surface rises. At the same time, the wind around her is more violent, and her speed becomes faster.

Mo Wuji knew that the sound of the book speeded up the burning of life. He did not continue to persuade the book to be heard. He knew that it was too late to say anything. If he can survive this time, he will never let go of the true **** monk who is behind the scenes, no matter who he is.

"My mother told me that if one day I want to marry, don't trust the other person's sweet words. Be sure to figure out how many things I can marry me..."

Mo Wuji said quietly, he knows that the syllabic sound should come from the mundane world before it is cultivated. When the world is married, it is natural to look at the bride price.

"My mother said that if he is a monarch, he must at least give me a righteousness. If he is a businessman, he must have at least half of his property in my name... I am not sensible, I ask my mother, If it is an ordinary person like me?

My mother smiled awkwardly. She said that I am not an ordinary person right away, and I will soon become a wealthy prince. She suddenly took out a dagger and inserted her chest. I cried and called my mother. My mother wiped my tears with my hand and said, the sound, before the mother said wrong, no matter who, if you need it, he can not give you life, no matter what he has, do not marry, remember Don't marry... If there is such a person, remember that when he needs it, you have to give your life... That is love... If you don't marry, remember not to take advantage of anyone, even a little bit cheaper. Listening to the mother’s words, the mother is leaving...”

Mo Wuji silently, he heard a tragic and earnest story. A man actually sent his wife out for the sake of prosperity. His wife has a strong temperament and is rather willing to do such a dirty transaction. This is a real scum, and this scum is actually the father of the book.

I have never been concerned about men and women, and I am afraid that it is also related to my own experience. As for the temperament of the book, which is never cheap, I am afraid it is also influenced by her mother.

At this time, Mo Wuji heard someone yelling behind him. "They have to flee to the extreme ice sea and quickly intercept..."

Extremely ice sea? Mo Wuji had a slight glimpse, he had heard of this place. Like the thorny damper, it is one of the nine extremes.

At this moment, Mo Wuji finally understood why the sound of the sound of the book was burning all the way, and the wind was rushing. It turned out that she had already planned well and fled into the ice.

Unscrupulously, the gods swept out, and immediately saw a dazzling aperture flashing in front of his eyes. Before he could wait for Mo Wuji to ask, the sound of the book had already rushed into the aperture with him. Immediately, the icy ice was all over his body. In just a moment, his body began to crack.

This kind of icy cold is nothing more than half the difference between the underground ice and the cold ice that he had received infinitely. Mo Wuji quickly ran the exercises, but even so, still can not stop the body gradually cracked. He immediately sent the heart of the Qing Dynasty into the reversal of Zhou Tian, ​​and sure enough, so he barely blocked this extreme cold.

The sound of the syllabary is still running fast, and Mo Wuji hurriedly shouted. "Book singer, you stop first."

Mo Wuji affirmed, even if the sound of the book has ice roots, under this icy cold, it can not last long.

The sound of Shu Shu stopped, she did not stop, but she fell.

Mo Wuji quickly turned over and hugged the sound of the book, and sent the temperature inside his body.

The voice of the book was pale and the hair had turned into a snow. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at Mo Wuji. "No, I know that I have reached the limit. I also know that you must have a way to survive here, I am sure." No mistakes..."

"Bookmaster, I must save you..." Mo Wuji grabbed a few medicinal herbs into the mouth of the syllabary.

When he wants to continue to speak, he is blocked by the sound of the book. "...no joke, actually I didn't listen to my mother's words, I took advantage of you... my windmill couldn't change your thunder." I am deceiving myself... Also, that day I said that you are not a loose 2705, not my truth, I know, you are him...."

Mo Wuji looked at the sound of the sound of the book ~www.readwn.com~ The heart is very uncomfortable, but unfortunately he showed his means, and there is no way to save the book. When I first said that ‘you are not him’, I don’t seem to feel much. At this time, when Shu Shuyin said, ‘I know, you are him’, the unscrupulous heart was violently hit.

The scarred heart that was hurt by emotions, once again had a bud.

"...I know your relationship with the smoker, you can take the risk of saving one of your own son-in-law, and use a reconstruction of the dynasty to enter the madness of the five elements of the wilderness... I know that you and I are two kinds of People... I know a lot of people in the thorns of the thorns... I can come to save me... Only you... You are the one that my mother said can give life to people I like...

But I can only like one person, my heart is too small, can't and won't compete with another woman for a man, no matter who... It's okay... I don't have to go against it..."

"When I want to know when there is a Taoist, what kind of taste is it... Niang said, it is love... Wuji, is this true?" The face of the bogey, only her hand reached half, and it fell completely. Immediately, her head fell to the side from the unscrupulous arms, and there was no more breath.

Two tears fell from the eyes of Mo Wuzhi on the face of Shu Shuyin, and Mo Wuzhi felt cold in his heart. Compared with him, the sound of the book is the real painful life, never realized what is loved.

He gently grabbed the cold hand of the book and posted it on his face. He also knew that the sound of the book was really embarrassing this time. Even if it is a white-haired fisherman coming here, I am afraid I can't save the sound of the book.

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