World of Cultivation

The second two hundred and sixty-eight knots

The Alum School is a sword-cultivation school, but there are other branches. Liu Donghua is one of the other inheritances. He is the master of the practice of the earth, but it is only in the Ming Dynasty. However, Liu Donghua is still able to stand firm, but relying on a piece of treasure, nine turns to earthenware.

The nine-turning clay plate is a magic weapon handed down by a Jin Dan repairer before his pulse. The Ming Dynasty is rich in bauxite. Although the bauxite is a bit worse than the dusty sand, it is also a rare soil material. Among the many soil materials, it belongs to the top of the three products.

The predecessor used nine thousand pounds of earth to retreat for ten years and finally refining it into a nine-turn earthenware plate. On the day of the formation of this treasure, the entire Ming Dynasty was filled with rusticity, and the faction was shaken. This pulse was therefore famous. At that time, they were not like this. The predecessor was the second best master in the door. His status was very important. However, in the end, there is a lack of high legal support. After this predecessor, this pulse has gradually declined and it has become more and more difficult.

In the generation of Liu Donghua, there are only four people left.

This nine-turn terracotta disk was also passed to Liu Donghua's hand. After generations of predecessors, the perseverance of the rituals, up to four hundred years before and after, nine turns of the earthen plate actually gave birth to a spirituality, a jump to six treasures .

This is one of the reasons why the long-established martial art is so powerful. It is a sect that is not so long-known as the Ming dynasty. It is deeply rooted and far from being comparable to ordinary sects.

At this time, Liu Donghua’s hand was holding a nine-turn shovel. His look was solemn, and the whole body’s spiritual power surged into the plate.

Nine-turning earthenware plate is brown and yellow, not eye-catching. It is covered with fine golden patterns. There is another circle of concentric gold lines. The nine-turned earthenware plate is divided into nine parts, and the center is painted with one piece. Open golden palm.

The faint brown light illuminates from the nine-turned clay plate in Liu Donghua's hand. He holds a light group, and the bang bursts open.

Zuo Mo only felt that the head was black, and the stars of the sky were all covered, surrounded by a yellow-brown rustic, like a mist, shrouded him. .

He immediately felt an invisible pressure coming to him, his face could not help but change slightly, and the seemingly fine dusty brown-yellow dust was actually extremely heavy. Zuo Mo only felt as if he was in the deep sea, and the heavy pressure was pervasive, and he could not breathe.

"What kind of magic weapon is this?" Zuo Mo was shocked.

He struggled to turn his head and saw the female repair. The female practitioner stood quietly in the yellow mist, and the eyes shone in the purple awns that made Zuo Mo feel creepy.

In the fog, the bundle of celestial ropes seems to be in the air, motionless.

In the meantime, the soil fog began to flow slowly, and the pressure of Zuo Morton was doubled.

Hey!

There was a slight sound in the bones of his body, and Zuo Mo’s body trembled unconsciously. The amazing invisible pressure came from all directions, and Zuo Mo felt like he fell into a meat grinder.

"Pu, what is this?" Zuo Mo screamed.

"It's a magic weapon, you have to be careful." The voice of Pu Yao sounded in his mind, and there was a rare dignity: "This magic weapon is at least five products, maybe six!"

Six products!

Left Mo almost vomited blood, when, even the meditation practitioner can come out with six treasures? Still let yourself meet?

Hey!

The slow-moving soil mist is with the power of Pei Mo-Yu, and it’s almost going to be a group. The left eye looked at his body and followed it at a very slow speed as the soil fog turned.

He couldn't move, his face was deformed, and he seemed to burst at any time.

The three people of the Ming dynasty were unaffected in the fog, and the fog was close to them, just like encountering an invisible wall.

"The nine shifts of the brothers are really powerful! I want to say that in addition to the ancestral sword of the ancestors, this door must be counted in the hands of the brothers!"

"That is! Waiting for the brothers to repair "Tuming" to the fifth floor, it is Huang Zhuoguang, and may not be a brother opponent."

The two saw the look of the left and the wolf, and smiled.

"This man is miserable. The brothers have always liked the younger sister. They will not let go of this guy. If they don't grind him into meat, they will definitely not give up!"

"Sister is also dead, hehe." Another person could not help but be a bit lonely: "When this is over, I plan to go to Tianshui."

"Ah! How do you think about going to Tianshui?"

"There is nothing wrong with the inside of the door. It is very boring." He laughed at himself: "I am not a core disciple anyway, the sect will be released."

The other person was silent. He suddenly noticed the female repair and was shocked: "The woman is weird!"

"Ok?"

The woman repaired a layer of faint purple awns, she was like nailing in the air, no matter how the surrounding soil fog, she did not move.

Both of them were shocked and lost their voices on the spot. I don’t think these fine mists are refining and smelting with nine thousand pounds of earth. No living thing can resist in this fog. The nine-turn shovel is a six-piece magic weapon. It is a magic weapon used by Jin Dan's repairers. It should not appear in the hands of a coagulation.

This woman is able to resist the nine turn of the earth!

Liu Donghua also noticed the female repair, and her heart flashed a trace of surprise. He used very little in the turn of the earth. He was worried about being seen by others, and his heart was greedy. On the other hand, the power of this treasure was enormous, but it was too difficult to overcrow him. But this is a few times in this district. No one has come to the hand, and has never encountered a hard time.

The outermost circle of the nine-turn shovel in his hand ran through the pattern, which was the first turn of the nine-turn shovel.

Waiting for a while, the female repair is still motionless, then the dark man, although it looks embarrassed, but also supported.

Liu Donghua’s heart flashed a faint hunch, but he did not believe that the two could harden the power of the second turn. In a short while, the spiritual power in his body consumed a third. He knows that he must immediately launch a second turn. Otherwise, he will want to start again, and his spiritual power is not enough!

I saw him close his eyes, and the second ring of gold on his hand turned to the ground.

The fog was suddenly thick and thick. It was just a mist of dirt. At this time, it was several times thicker and the color was turned deep.

Both of the younger brothers were shocked. The two men's faces were dignified. The two knew that the brothers had started the two-turn force of the nine-turn smashing soil!

The fog is very heavy, and the fingers are not visible. The dust around the house is very dry, and the power of the soil is strong and true. Zuo Mo feels that the pressure is increasing again.

"what!"

He couldn't help but scream, wow, spurting a blood out of his mouth. As soon as the blood fell into the soil, it was smashed into a tiny **** mist, mixed in the soil.

There was a faint red color between the brown soil and the fog.

The amazing power of terror, slowly flowing, his body instantly like being crushed in two mountains, the pressure of terror is unavoidable and desperate.

Under the amazing load, every blood vessel, every muscle, every bone in the body is crumbling!

Death, so close to him, it is like sticking to his face, watching him coldly!

Zuo Mo’s brain is blank, and the pain and despair are filled with every corner of his body. What is calm, what thoughts, all disappear, but only the only one left, but the most instinct of survival!

"Ah!"

Zuo Mo screamed wildly, what tactics and tactics, at this moment, all the best!

Spirituality, gods work wildly, the strength of each muscle, subconsciously mention the highest point!

The earth fog felt the resistance of Zuo Mo, and the surrounding soil mists rushed to the left. The speed of operation increased sharply and the pressure surged again.

Zuo Mo has completely lost consciousness. He is doing the last instinctive resistance, but his body is imprisoned by fog and cannot move. I saw the light flowing from him, and it was a sword, a flame, a fist, and a thunder.

His body color is constantly changing, and it will be pure golden, just like gold casting, and it will be like black jade. It will become black and bright, more and more crystal clear, and there will be a black gas drill to drill.

In the body of Zuo Mo, the five rows of glass beads are also aware of the danger at this time, spontaneously flowing, and the power of the five elements is scattered into the left body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The left-handed Mo, the face is twisted and twisted, like a beast that struggles with the last fight in a cage, wild and violent!

Zuo Mo’s body became a chaotic battlefield. His body couldn’t move with a single finger. All the martial arts couldn’t be sent out. All kinds of power flowed around his body, raging, plus outside* The terrorist power of ** is a mess.

"Damn!" Pu Yao's face changed dramatically.

The whole sea of ​​knowledge is constantly shaking, and there are signs of collapse.

The bundle of celestial ropes that had been parked in the fog could not withstand such a powerful force, and they were twisted into powder.

The female repairer also noticed the strangeness of Zuo Mo, and the purple mangling around her looked up, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in a purple fire. The enchanting purple fire is swaying by the ghosts!

The delicate and flawless jade feet were lifted up at a very slow speed.

The mask can't withstand such a strong pressure, hey, turned into a group of flying ash, revealing the ugly face full of acne. The female repair is still expressionless, oh, the dense acne on her face can't stand it, and it bursts out one after another.

A group of blood flowers bloomed on her face.

In the blink of an eye, her face is no longer complete, and her face is full of blood. She ignored it, letting the blood on her face flow down slowly, dripping from the chin, and then being scattered into a blood mist by the fog. The purple fire rises, and the scorpion that originally shines with purple awns is dimmed.

She is expressionless, and each action requires her to use all her strength and move only a little bit.

Between the two, they are only one foot apart. On weekdays, only one step is needed.

In the brown mist of the damp chill, a figure shrouded in a purple fire, approaching the other figure one by one at a snail's speed.