World of Cultivation

Who are you in the second hundred and sixty-seventh?

Zuo Mo is like a beast in the end.

The surrounding soil fog is still swaying in a thousand miles, and his body shape is involuntarily fluctuating with the flow of soil.

The woman repaired her meal, raised her face full of blood, and looked at the left Mo who re-opened her distance. He continued to move toward him. The pair of flawless barefoot, stepping on the fascinating purple fire, a little bit through the smog of the smog, slowly moving forward.

Liu Donghua’s face is white like paper.

He did not expect the two to be stubborn! For the first time, he used the power of two turns of the nine-turning clay plate, and he underestimated the speed of spiritual consumption. At this time, he is also difficult to ride the tiger, seeing the spiritual power will be exhausted, and the two are still struggling to support.

Fuck, where did you run such a horrible guy?

At first he thought that the female practitioner was inscrutable, but he did not expect that the dark man was more powerful than he imagined. Do not say anything else, he has counted all the brothers and sisters of this door, and he has been able to turn the power of the second turn of the earth for a long time, no one! Even Huang Zhuoguang can never do it!

What kind of monsters are there? He panicked inexplicably in his heart.

He forced himself to calm down and knew that there was no other way than to persist. The dark man does not seem to have any fighting power, but the female repair, although it looks like blood, should not be hit hard. Once he took back the nine-turn shovel, with the ability of the two younger brothers, he couldn’t resist this strange female repair!

The purple fire is incomparable, but Liu Donghua guesses that consumption should not be low.

The two sides are now in a stalemate to see who can get to the end.

The feeling of spiritual exhaustion made Liu Donghua feel weak as never before. His face was white like paper, but when he knew that it was desperate at this time, his eyes flashed a hint of ochre, and he had a more panace in his hand, and he did not hesitate to put himself in himself. In the mouth.

The rushing spirit suddenly burst into his body, and his pale, paper-like face suddenly floated with a blush.

The two younger brothers have changed dramatically. This Lingyuan Dan goes down, and the repair of the brothers is at least three years old. The brothers are desperate!

The two men held their breath together, and they did not expect that the situation that they thought was stable would turn into a desperate situation. But they know that this desperate result will directly determine whether the two are born or dead.

"Brother, pass us in the past!"

The younger brother who originally planned to go to Tianshui in the end of the battle suddenly shouted and shouted. Another younger brother turned his face and looked at him with some doubts.

"Teacher, we pass the spiritual power to the brothers!"

The younger brother bit his teeth and nodded: "Yes, you have to work hard to fight together!"

Liu Donghua’s heart was a joy, and he quickly swayed the law, only to see a flash of light, and the two appeared next to him. At this time, he had no spare time to open his mouth. The other two younger brothers saw it and did not talk nonsense. One person put out a palm and put it on his back.

The three men repaired the same mind, and the spiritual power was the same.

Spiritual power is constantly being introduced into the body of Liu Donghua from the arms of two people. Liu Donghua only feels that the spiritual power in the body has never been more abundant, and the confidence has increased greatly.

Zuo Mo is like a beast on the verge of extinction, instinctively screaming and roaring. His body suddenly burst into black air, and the brown soil mist remained as condensed as ever, but the fine black hair was not trembled in the face of the dirt that could smash everything.

They were crawling around in the left and right, but soon, they rushed into the left body and disappeared.

Just left in the body, chaos.

Today there are only two colors left, red and black!

The deep red flirtatious flame is like the dancer's twisted waist. The black mist is black and the ink is motionless. The two are distinct, like two greedy monsters. All the pieces of power are encountered along the way, all of which are swallowed up.

In a short while, the other forces that had been raging in the body of Zuo Mo were all swept away.

Knowing the sea, Pu demon sat on the legs, the original white face and fascinating face, this time is even more white. Beside him, the black cloud that had been lingering alongside the tombstone disappeared at this time.

Black clouds and demon fires are like two fierce beasts, entrenched in the body of the left Mo, confront each other.

Zuo Mo’s body was quiet, and his consciousness gradually pulled back. Although the body is still unable to move, but the pressure of the fog outside the horror he can not feel, just left a life of the left Mo has not had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he soon found that the body's confrontation of the red and black forces, almost one The tone is closed.

He knows a lot.

The deep red flame should be the power of the Pu Yao. The former understanding of the sea of ​​the bonfire seems to be another world. Later, I don’t know if the power of the Pu Yao is damaged or not, and the sea of ​​fire disappears.

He also recognizes the black cloud, which is a black cloud that is not scattered all the year after the tombstone. Compared to the self-proclaimed demon, the origin of the tombstone is more mysterious, and the Pu Yao seems to be reluctant to talk about it.

The relationship between a demon and a monument is quite subtle. Both hostile and familiar, he is always difficult to understand.

The fierceness and strength of the two forces, one by one, are undisguised. After the robbery, Zuo Mo’s left-handedness is once again in a state of horror.

Let Zuomo feel fortunate that there was no collision between the two sides. The demon fire turned into a very fine fire line, and went into the eyebrows of Zuo Mo without warning. The black cloud poured into the sand like water, and quickly dried up and down. Zuo Mo was watching the score, and it sank into his bones.

What are these two guys doing? There is some anger in the left.

But before he could get his anger, the overwhelming pressure was in all directions, and he came together!

Damn it!

Zuo Mo suddenly snorted and the pressure was still not able to resist, but it was not as painful as it was.

It seems a bit tolerable...

Zuo Mo quickly realized that this is not an illusion. What changes have happened to his body? This problem flashed in his heart, and before he checked, his eyes suddenly saw a figure shrouded in a purple fire.

Zuo Mo’s thinking stopped at an instant!

His eyes are blank.

The female repair was not far from him, and she was covered in a shadow of fire, and moved a little toward him. Zuo Mo was shocked by the face, the face full of blood. The face of the female repair is all blood, can't see her look, but there are only a few faint scorpions.

Looking at the female statue like a puppet, I moved slowly to myself, and I didn’t know why, suddenly I wanted to stop her.

who are you?

why?

Zuo Mo was staring at the female repair. For the first time, the purple light was in his eyes, and there was no horrible and gloomy taste. Although I don't understand why, although there are too many doubts, Zuo Mo suddenly understands that she is not malicious.

No, looking at the **** face, like a snail-like slow pace, this is not without malice!

She must have some connection with herself... maybe I met before?

I don't know, he didn't know anything, but at the moment, a certain string of the bottom of his heart was suddenly touched.

His gaze fell on the woman's blood-stained face, watching the blood fall down her chin into the mist, and then it was twisted into a blood mist and scattered into the fog. Looking at it, the anger in his heart, I don’t know why, I rushed up!

The magic weapon is it!

The indescribable resentful moment filled the chest of Zuo Mo, his eyes immediately turned into a red, faintly visible two flames beating.

His body can't move, the pressure is like a tide, it's desperate!

Zuo Mo began to push the spiritual power, and the spiritual power poured into his arms and began to work at an amazing speed on Sunday.

One week... two weeks...

Ten weeks...11 days...

Eighteen weeks...19 weeks...

The spirit of crazy operation does not have a sense of stopping, and the anger is like a torrent of water. In the left, the heart suddenly rises to a strong desire to destroy!

Slowly flowing, the awesome fog of power in his eyes is so unsightly at this time, so that he is disgusted, so that he wants to destroy! From the time he opened his eyes, the first time he had such a strong destruction of something ***!

Twenty weeks!

Twenty days a week!

The flames in the left Mozi’s flames trembled fiercely.

... twenty-three days...

The skin of his arms cracked, and the blood marks were staggered.

Twenty-four days!

Hey!

For example, the rim of the glass blew out a puffy **** fog!

The flame dance in the eyes of Zuo Mo is like a deep sea of ​​fire.

His face twisted into a ball, each of the blue tendons bulged, every muscle was shaking, and every bone was creaking!

"stand up!"

Zuo Mo gnashed his teeth and screamed. He used all his strength and tried to lift his arms!

Hey!

He heard the bones ringing, his eyes were red and like crazy.

"stand up!"

Arms with a violent trembling and a fluffy blood fog, a little bit up.

In the depths of the left eye, the blazing sea, the fire skyrocketed, filled every corner of his eyes! Like a raging beast, he roared madly: "Fucking me up! Ah!"

When the arms are lifted up and the speed is suddenly increased, it is like losing the **** of the fog!

The staggered blood marks are densely distributed in the arms of the glass, and the raised arms are slightly bent back.

Zuo Mo took a deep breath, his fiery red eyes rounded up, and the last strength was bulging. He was like an ancient and violent demon, and his fists were heavy.

"Fucking to die!"

The two groups are like the fists carved by the glass, and they come out! The fist face of each fist is faintly visible to a quaint face.

Liu Donghua's face changed greatly!

Two groups of fists smashed into the fog, flew straight out of the three feet, bursting open!

"day!"

It seems that if someone screams low, the sound is like a thunder, like a heavy drum, it makes people feel a tremor!

The slowly flowing soil fog suddenly rolled up. Liu Donghua three people snorted, nose and nose bleeding, pale complexion! The three were thundered and woody.

The glass of the sky for twenty-four days!

The fog of the sky suddenly disappeared, and the terrible pressure of pervasiveness disappeared.

Starlight once again sprinkled Zuo Mo, and the three people not far away, like a pile of wood, planted down.

The woman who lost her **** stepped up and appeared next to Zuo Mo.

The power of Zuo Mo’s whole body was clean and his eyes were hollow and straight. The woman repaired him in one hand.

The **** face was blurred, and Zuo Mo was getting darker and darker. He lifted his eyelids in vain, opened his mouth, and his voice was like a mosquito.

"Who are you fucking..."