World of Cultivation

Time is at this moment, as if suddenly it becomes slow.

The silk is like the brilliance of flowing water, like a branch of buds, a little bit, entangled in the right hand of nothing left.

The memory of the Pu Yao seems to have been drawn very long, and some scenes with vague disappearance seem to overlap with everything that happened in front of me, as clear as yesterday.

"……teacher……"

In the unspeakable whisper, the **** and cold in the bloody, disappeared.

Zuo Moxin is completely attracted by the changes in his own hands. He can feel that the strange changes have quietly formed in this short moment.

……what is this?

Compared with the "Yangshao Lei" from "Little Chiba", the two kinds of little magical techniques are not only simple and low-level, but there is no comparable at all. The various magic techniques contained in "Little Chiba Hand" are created by a generation of Tian Yao. The profound and profound, it is the guy who is above the top of the Pu Yao, and is also full of praise.

But what about the little magic?

Five hundred kinds of little magic are the compulsory content of each demon. Before any demon enters the demon school, he must complete the study of these five hundred magical techniques in his own family. In other words, the little demon is just the enlightenment of the demon cultivation.

but……

The power that broke out between the two hands...

The last brilliance, flowing from the left hand of Zuo Mo, wrapped his right hand.

Nourish!

Zuo Mo only felt that the chest was suddenly shot with countless dazzling light like a sword. A devastating force was formed in the right hand, like a wild monster, swallowing the desolation, slightly lifting the back, majestic contempt .

All the souls are like being given a body. In a messy tower, time is suddenly stopped.

Between the extremes and the static, Pu Yao lost his soul and stared at Zuo Mo’s right hand. He whispered clearly: “...the ancient sacred sacrifice...”

Zuo Mo did not hear the whisper of a little poke, he was shocked by the light of his hand and this horrible breath, completely lost the ability to think. It is like subconsciously moving the right hand, only to see his right hand, as light as a fishtail.

Innumerable glare, a faint shadow, flew out from his right hand, and grew bigger, like a monster, suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed all the souls in the tower.

In the mist, the small tower surrounded by countless souls suddenly burst into a dazzling array of dazzling light. The tower gave birth to a powerful suction force out of thin air. Tens of thousands of souls were too late to escape, and suddenly they were sucked into the tower. Inside.

At the same time, a quaint and desolate atmosphere came from the small tower.

The souls that were not involved were suddenly frightened and scattered, like a small tower, with a terrible monster that made them fear. Deep in the mist, those sorrowful beasts on the higher level of the hunting end, can not help but reveal the color of horror in the eyes, all lying on the ground, do not dare to move.

Zuo Mo’s feelings are terrible now, and the soul is swallowed clean, but now he is eating too much and panicking. What makes him even more flustered is that these souls do not seem to die, but are only bound by a strange force.

Once this power is out of control, these souls will re-rush out!

"The first and the fifth hundred of the little demon, use a word."

The voice of Pu Yao was just arrived, and Zuo Mo’s hand gave a slight glimpse. The first feeling, this is impossible. There are five hundred kinds of black magic, almost all kinds of foundations of black magic, and many of them have the opposite nature. The first and the fifth, but the contradiction of all contradictions, the most opposite of the two kinds of magic.

How can the two opposite sorcerers be displayed at the same time?

However, at this time, he was not allowed to think carefully. After a glimpse, his hands involuntarily followed the instructions of the Pu Yao.

The first...the fifth hundred...

The weird feeling floated on my heart, and I just couldn’t tell the awkwardness. At the same time, the 76th and the 311rd were used at the same time. He already felt quite awkward, and this time, compared to the last time, the feeling of being awkward is even stronger.

What is this gameplay...

Zuo Moqiang endured an unparalleled awkward feeling, and barely applied two kinds of little magic.

The blood of the buddha stared at the brilliance of the left and the brilliance of the flowing, ignoring the breath, and it looked like a fear of the beautiful brilliance. And he likes to hide his hands in the black sleeves on weekdays, and unwittingly stretches out.

His expression is also very strange, both full of expectations, but also as the enemy.

The strong awkwardness grew stronger with the rise of Guanghua, and Zuo Mo felt that his body was twisted in the opposite direction on the left and right sides.

He knew that this was an illusion. At this time, he only had a glimpse of his heart. Where did the body say it? But he also knows that this sense of contradiction does not exist, but does exist. It is a contradiction between laws.

In fact, he knows that it is not good.

Under the influence of the two extreme laws, there is a slight carelessness that you may be crushed at any time. Under the violent conflicts between the two basic laws, their own ignorance is as fragile as paper. His heart and soul are pinned on this sacred god. If it is destroyed, there is no difference between the end and the death.

The wound that hurts the most is the wounded soul.

A ghost is a soul wound, shaped like a puppet, do you have to become like this?

Under the stimuli of death, he did not know where to give birth to a force, he forced himself to calm down.

However, how can these two opposite sorcerers be used in a single word?

Impossible... completely impossible...

Between the electric and the flint, countless thoughts flew in his heart, but the two little demon in front of him still made him helpless. The two kinds of little magic are simple and direct, and each change of the two is in his insight. But because of this, he feels even more impossible.

The two are like two carriages that are facing each other, but now they have to pull them together. How is it possible?

No possibility... no possibility...

Zuo Mo’s heart was anxious, and the two little black magic began to clash, and he could feel the conflict of even the slightest power between the two. His heart became more and more dangerous, like a sword hanging from the top of his head, he couldn't move, but now there is a mouse in the rope that is hanging on the sword.

Be calm and be calm!

Zuo Mo’s breathing was almost stagnant. He told him to calm down over and over again, forcing himself to calm down.

How to do how to do……

Suddenly, an aura is like a lightning bolt that pierces the clouds. He suddenly remembered the law that he had tossed out last time. Among the various swords and swords, there were many contradictory swords and swords, but they succeeded in bringing them together.

The messy set of laws was used to make a bet with the Pu Yao and win the six-day change of the Big Day.

It is a pity that since the big-day magic body has changed into six hands, he has thrown this set of laws into the side and devoted himself to practicing the six-day changes of the big-day magic body.

Left no time to regret how he did not go to the law, he racked his brains, trying to think about how he had the opposite of the law and the law in the set.

He remembered how he controlled these opposite laws.

In his heart, despite the growing sense of danger, he patiently felt every conflict between the two little blacks.

Daddy, his gods turned into two, like two fine whip, with two opposite forces, into the brilliance of the two little black magic.

The strange changes are born.

The two forces that were originally violent, but in a strange way, dripped in the opposite direction.

In the left and the eyes of the eyes, a sudden burst of light, the friction between the two little black magic is getting smaller and smaller, and the distance between the two kinds of Guanghua is getting closer and closer. At this point they no longer see the hostility and conflicts before half a bit. They are like twins, and they stick together.

Naturally, the left-handed hands are like what is driven, and the ghosts make a difference.

An unpowerful force runs through the center of the two magical techniques.

Left Morton’s heart was realized.

The blood of the buddha is as deep as the sea, and he looks at the front of the left, the strange and familiar power, gently spit out three words.

"God's Guide!"

The group in front of Zuo Mo’s chest is shaped like a grinding disc, and the black and white brilliance of the brilliance creates a powerful suction. This suction is strong, even the Pu Yao can not be spared, in the black, was hunted for hunting. The red light of the Pu Yao blood is bright, and the body shape does not move.

The strange power that had enveloped the soul before, like a cat smelling a gorilla, couldn't wait to smash countless souls into this strange black and white grinding disc.

The black and white light is like the upper and lower parts of the grinding disc, and it kills countless souls silently at an amazing speed.

Even if the soul is too late to mourn, it will be completely crushed.

A little white light, dissipating from the grinding disc.

In the heart of the left, the movement of "the sacred refining god", a little white light, like a raindrop, gathered from all sides, not into his body. At the same time, the white light that was not absorbed by Zuo Mo did not enter the five groups and five elements.

Zuo Mo was shrouded in white light and could not see the figure.

Pu Yao was screaming in black, his blood, and he stared at Zuo Mo for a moment. He stood there quietly and said nothing.

In the mist, the stupid bird that turned left and right suddenly turned his head, and the fierce eyes became softer and softer until they returned to the lazy and sleek look of the weekdays, leisurely turning around, taking the bird steps, where to see I got a murderous look just a little bit.

Driving a black crescent like a heavy axe, the ten-faced murderous little face suddenly glimpsed, the heart was inspired, and did not hesitate to drive the black moon, the direction was a fold, the speed suddenly mentioned the extreme, and opened the heavy fog. Screaming and flying.

In the mist, the small tower is shrouded in a layer of faint white light, and the surrounding mist is far apart.

Just at this time, the tower left to open his eyes.