World of Cultivation

Section VII: Lord waiting for you (below) ("")

There is a strange wax figure in the left, and the expressionless face is ridiculous.

Only the eyes, the eyes full of fear, despair, full of anger, and his stiff, skinny body, ridiculous face, out of place!

Constantly in vain, the icy breath that made him fear easily forced him to the brink, and he could not retreat.

Unwillingness and anger at the bottom of my heart suddenly ignited and ignited.

Go to hell!

Running wildly [Geng Jinqi Mang], all the spiritual power, carrying all his mind, rushing toward this cold breath!

This is his only means.

The only one that has ever been able to stand up to the battle is the first use of Linggu. He still remembers the violent smell of the time and the impact on his heart. But the collection of thousands of locusts is as weak as a baby compared to this cold scent.

At this point he was like a madman, holding a sickle and rushing to a fully armed enemy.

[Geng Jinqi Mang] Like a group of pale golden clouds, just came out and caused this breath of attack.

In the meantime, Zuo Mo seems to see countless flying swords dragging the dazzling tail, with a whistling, flying toward him! Sen Han’s sword is staggered and he can’t avoid it!

The clear pupils turned into a raging fire, and the edges of the eyelids smashed to the extreme, and the blood ran down the cheeks, marking two bright marks on the dull face.

He didn't feel it.

The spiritual power of the whole body began to show signs of getting out of control under the madness of running. He did not stop any more and continued to speed up the operation of the spiritual power.

Under the full force of the [Geng Jinqi Mang] seems to have become very crazy, it does not retreat, pounce on the cold breath.

If someone walks into the room of Zuo Mo at this time, they will see a strange scene. A group of pale golden clouds, violent tumbling and undulating, it seems that invisible things are constantly eroding it, and its volume is constantly shrinking.

The pale golden clouds rolled more intensely, but they kept the left Mo.

The battle is getting more and more fierce. [Geng Jinqi Mang] Faced with the icy atmosphere of Jianqi, there is no slight retreat. Like the genius of the locusts, [Geng Jinqi Mang] treats this breath as a huge unrivaled locust release!

There is no way to pay attention to [Geng Jinqi Mang], there is only one thought in his mind - hurry up, hurry up!

The speed of spiritual power has reached an alarming level. He never tried to let the spiritual power run at this speed, he did not dare. But at this time, the left-handedness of the red-eyed only hated the speed of the spiritual power, and he continued to speed up the spiritual operation!

Zuo Mo’s head banged, as if something had been broken, and his consciousness suddenly fell into paralysis.

Spirituality is like a wild horse, completely out of control. The original fluctuations are very fierce [Geng Jinqi Mang] suddenly fluctuating more intensely, like boiling boiling water, the shape of the cloud is extremely unstable. If the repaired high-level repairer sees such a scene, it will be horrified, the spiritual power will lose control, and then the body will burst and die!

Suddenly, a stream of heat enters the meridians from the heart of Zuo Mo.

The violent spiritual power suddenly became tamed, and the speed of operation did not decrease. The violent fluctuations disappeared without warning and calmed down.

Surprisingly, the cold breath seemed to be noticeable, and it turned back for the first time.

Quiet [Geng Jinqi Mang] Clouds change and regenerate, it quickly recovers to the middle. The icy breath is also changing.

A light gold-shaped seven-section cone shaped like a pagoda!

A moon-shaped flying sword with a small blue bell!

Quietly confrontation, but in the blink of an eye, both sides start at the same time.

A cone and a sword, turned into a gold and blue streamer, collided with precision.

Ping!

A soundless crackling of the glass, a burst of broken awns in the air, there are fireworks, blue and gold, 煞 is good-looking.

Left Mo opened his eyes, the whole body was very painful, and the skin was like a crack. He couldn't help but groan. This snoring also suddenly awakened his awkward consciousness.

I can move!

That **** breath has disappeared!

He was a glimpse first, and then he couldn't tell what he couldn't say. He wanted to laugh at the sky, and his mouth had not yet had time to move. The muscles touched the wound and immediately turned into a scream. Although I don't know what happened, I no doubt I won!

He still had pink crepe paper on his hand, which read two words.

"Bad!"

The handwriting is still beautiful, and the tone of speech is not as old as it is, but the dying left-minded heart is involuntarily apologetic.

A vicious woman! Actually want his life!

These two words must have been set up by the other side to attack the gods. Being able to release such a terrible attack through two words is definitely not a person who can provoke himself. Zuo Mo is very clear about this point. The head and the uncles can do this. He doesn't know, but the innermen and the brothers are absolutely no one can reach this situation.

In other words, the strength of a woman is far greater than that of her brother.

However, after the ghost gate closed, he did not have much fear, even if the strength of the other side is far more than him.

He has heard of those powerful repairers who are indifferent to the underlying practitioners. But never thought about it, the other party would actually kill the machine because of two words!

Brother is simple!

Zuo Mo took a deep breath and touched the huge pain from the wound. He struggled to get up and squatted to the table.

Still bright and thick cinnabar, or that sorrowful, left Mo has been a few times.

The whole right hand was broken like a few pieces, and it was painful to move into the bone marrow. Gritted hard to hold the wolf, a few drops of bright red cinnabar dripping from the tip of the pen, falling on the whitefly, bloody, a little red.

Because of the pain, Zuo Mo’s mouth was subconsciously pumping cold air, and the right hand was holding the wolf, and he was extremely serious in leaving the three words of the twist.

"Yeah waiting for you!"

The pen on the handle was thrown away, and I looked at it a few times, and left a few strange smiles. The right hand did not listen to it. After spending half an hour, he barely folded the powder into a paper crane.

It is a pity that the last two words have been written well, but there is some regret.

While snoring and snoring, he instilled the last little bit of spiritual power into the paper crane.

Looking at the pink little crane disappeared into the sky, he repeatedly cursed this woman in countless times.

After doing this, he couldn't hold it anymore, and he couldn't hold it anymore. The whole person was black, and the whole person was planted on the ground and fainted.