Immortal Mortal

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Mo Wuji's body and spirits agitation, the body's charm marks can be clearly seen at the moment even outside. The shredded mushroom around him is more frequent, showing how powerful he absorbs the aura at the moment.

"Boom!" It is as if the whole body has been blasted, and the hundred and five pieces of the body of Mo Wuji suddenly penetrated.

The twelve layers of the virtual deity, the body is powerful, and the sea is expanded again. Not only did the big purple lake in the sea not show signs of disappearing, but it expanded.

Not only that, but the purple gas on the Great Lake of Purple is also more concentrated and thick.

Mo Wuji knows that when it comes to the virtual state of the gods, it will condense the vague gods, but he has reached the 12th floor of the virtual gods, and there is no condensed metaphysical god, except for the big purple lake, the more powerful, Yuan Li It is no different than 澎湃.

However, Mo Wuji did not care. When others were in the Yuan Dynasty, they were condensed by Jin Dan. When he was in Yuan Dan, the condensed purple gas.

In this case, it is normal for him to not condense the illusory **** in the virtual state. After his immortal mortal being modified by him, he was originally a reversal of cultivation. If there is any difference, he does not care. As long as you can advance, as long as you are getting stronger and stronger, nothing else matters.

After he was promoted to the virtual god, he spent three months from the virtual gods to the three layers of the virtual gods, and from the three layers of the virtual gods to the opening of the hundred and fifteenth veins, advanced to the virtual gods twelve. Layer, he spent more than three years. Still practicing in this mysterious group of mushrooms, if he is outside, he wants to advance to the 12th floor of the virtual god, his cultivation time may increase several times.

It takes dozens of years, from the third floor of the virtual gods to the twelve layers of the virtual gods. At that time, don't say half-moon fairy palace, even the round moon fairy palace is gone.

So after advancing to the 12th floor of the virtual deity, Mo Wuji did not stop at all, still madly grabbing the aura of the surrounding Linguin mushroom, he wants to rush to the real world.

Only when he reaches the true state of God and enters the sky, he has a foothold.

The people in this starry sky have very few fairy tales, and generally do not come out to fight. These strong players are basically in order to advance to a higher level in retreat.

Therefore, whether in the starry battlefield or in the starry sky hall, or in the starry sky, the true deity is the real master. If you want to keep yourself, you have to advance to the true state.

One hundred and five veins simultaneously reversed Sunday, and the speed of sweeping Aura was not as simple as adding a vein.

The sound of the shattering of the surrounding Linguin mushroom is dense and frequent, and there is no movement to keep it moving.

The ugly bird shabu-shabu hiding on the edge of the guardianship saw the pieces of the mysterious stone mushroom around it. Because it was swept away by the aura, Mo Zhang shattered, and his mouth was wide and his mouth was stunned.

After a while, it looked down at the myelin mushroom around him. Many of these myrtle mushrooms are eaten by it and left behind.

Compared to the unscrupulous, I seem to be too dished. Look at people, the essence of the soul is absorbed, and what **** is eaten. It’s really more people than a dead person. It’s not right. It’s a bird, a cock, a dead bird.

But this is hard to beat it, and soon it learns how to be unscrupulous, sitting on the mushroom, it wants to absorb the aura like Mo Wuji.

Three feet sitting on the ground, it seems a bit funny, for the shabu-shabu who wants to learn nothing, then funny is not a problem.

One hour passed, the shabu-shabu found that there was no change in the myelin mushroom around him, and it did not absorb a little aura. Can only helplessly open the mouth again to swallow a large piece of Lingshi mushroom in front of the eyes, while the two big eyes staring at Mo Wuji up and down.

The shabu-shabu always thought of himself as an intelligent bird, so it quickly wanted to understand what was going on. It only has the instinct to eat the spirit, and this old man seems to have the means to take away the aura in the soul through a certain cultivation method.

How can I let the old man teach himself how to practice? The eye of the shabu-shabu wandered for a long time, and soon it thought of the jade that it guarded.

Inside the jade is the mother, and the old man looks very concerned.

Thinking of this, this ugly bird, who thought it was clever, began to build a small altar in front of the jade by using those myringus mushrooms. In front of the altar, he made a soulful futon of worship.

After doing this, the bird still felt a little worse. Immediately, it pulled three feathers from his already full wings and inserted the three feathers on the altar.

This is almost the same, the shabu-shabu walked to the soul of the futon and tried to worship, but its three legs seemed to be less convenient.

But it doesn't matter, the old man is still practicing, waiting for him to wake up and do it again.

As for the three more feathers...

The shabu-shabu thought about it for a while, and suddenly spit out a flame. In its inheritance memory, it seems that it is necessary to ignite these three incenses to be sincere.

No, I looked at the side while still practicing Mo Wuji, and the shabu-shabu swallowed the flame back. Even if you want to spit out the flame and burn the three incense, you have to wait for the old man to wake up and let him see. Otherwise, then you have to pull out three feathers. Your own hair is very expensive, you can't just burn it.

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Mo Wuji did not care about what the shabu pot was doing, even if he knew it, he would not pay attention to it. At this moment, he is bent on crossing the virtual state and advancing to the true state of heaven.

So he absorbed the aura faster and faster, and more and more violent.

With the continuous cracking of the surrounding myelin mushroom, in a blink of an eye, Mo Wuji practiced for another year.

This day, unscrupulously opened his eyes, and he secretly sighed in his heart. A year ago, he set foot on the 12th floor of the virtual state. One year later, he was still on the 12th floor of the virtual world, and even the consummation did not reach.

With his progress, I am afraid that after practicing for ten years here, he will not be able to advance to the true state.

This is definitely not the reason for the lack of aura. Here are the myrtle mushrooms everywhere. In other words, it is not much to find a place where the aura can match this place.

It seems that this is not suitable for the promotion of heaven, and he wants to cross the real world of heaven, he must leave the ice.

Thinking of this, Mo Wuji stood up.

Then he was shocked to find that the shabu-shabu actually spit out a flame, lit the three feathers, and then worshipped in front of the jade. It is really funny to see how it looks like three legs.

"You ugly bird, what are you doing?" Mo Wuji replied.

For more than four years, the shabu-shabu is not very ugly. At least the feathers are full, and the three corners on the head are also very individual. The sharp mouth is still pointed, the round eye is still round, and the three feet are not missing one.

"Daddy, I am pious and sincere to worship the mother. May the mother protect me, I can..." The simmering pot will be swallowed up by the words of cultivation.

Mo Wuyi, a black line of the brain, "Ugly bird, what do you call me? Who told you to call the old man, and then called, directly stewed you. Oh, no, when will you talk?"

"Old... I am a shabu-shabu, you can't call me an ugly bird. You just let me look after my mother, and don't give me a practice. I know when I can talk." The shabu-shabu eventually decided to use his own purpose. Said it.

Unscrupulously frowning, "No matter what you call, you are not allowed to call the old man."

He was thinking that this bird has three feet and can vomit a flame. I don't know if it will be related to the three-legged Jinwu. The three-legged Jinwu is an ancient beast, but there is a triangle on the head of this ugly bird. Even if it is a descendant of the three-legged Jinwu, it will not be a shackle.

"Then I call you the old man? Can the old man give me a practice of cultivation?" The shabu-shabu did not forget to practice the exercises. For this matter, it was pulling feathers and bowing, and waited for a year.

Mo Wuji stepped into the protective array and directly picked up the sharp corner of the shabu-shabu and left the ugly bird aside. "You are the old man, am I old?"

The shabu-shabu sees Mo Wuji’s bad mood, and dare not swear again. Even the things of the practice are not dare to mention.

Mo Wuji walked to the side of the book, and felt that the jade was safe and sound. The sound of the book was under the shackles of his engravings. www.readwn.com~ There was no harm at all, but his heart was sad and reborn.

A long sigh, maybe he has to go back to the lost continent. He wants to bury the book in her mother's side. In any case, let her be with her loved ones. Perhaps in the heart of the book, only her mother is the only blood relative.

After a long time, Mo Wuji turned and said to the shabu-shabu. "My exercises are all cultivated by human monks. You practice a bird with one bird, and there is a bird..."

"...I just want to have a bird..." The shabu-shabu whispered back, and it was very disapproving. Ming knows that there are birds, and I don’t want to cultivate myself. This old man is wrong. It’s the old man who is too stingy.

Mo Wuji suddenly stayed in the mouth, he looked at the shabu-shabu without words, the shabu-shabu wants to practice the exercises, isn't he wanting to have birds?

"Forget it, you don't understand it. I have to dig a bunch of Lingshi Mushrooms, and then we are ready to go out. After I go out, I will find a way to help you get a bird practice." Mo Wuji put on the shabu-shabu He waved his hand, he was in a bad mood, and he really didn't want to talk to this wonderful bird.

I heard that Mo Wuji had to make a bird method for himself. The eyes suddenly flickered, and my heart was like the sweetness and refreshment of drinking honey.

After half a month, Mo Wuji stopped the excavation. The myrtle mushroom here has been cultivated by him for several years, and it is not much. Now I have dug up so much, and there are very few left.

"Book sound, let's go." Mo Wuji went to the front of the jade, and reached for the jade. The shabu-shabu flew to the arm of Mo Wuji, and it was very clear. Once it lost its unscrupulous support, it would simmer again, and it would turn into nothingness here.

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