World of Cultivation

The 340th fishing

Even if the plate is sitting on the ground, at this time, Ma Fan is like a sword, and the sword is overflowing!

I did not see what he did, and he disappeared.

Xie Shan, who is practicing "Yu Ling", suddenly moved in the heart and stopped, looking up at the sky. Almost at the same time, Shulong also looked up to the sky, his face showing a moving color.

In the sky, Ma Fan stood still in the fog.

Those fogs that are as poisonous as they are poisoned by an invisible force cannot be close to the seven-foot range of Ma Fan. Ma Fan's body is full of clothes, but the strange thing is that he looks horrible, but everyone does not feel much spiritual fluctuations.

"Sword meaning..." Xie Shan’s eyes were round and round, and the light skyrocketed and his expression changed slightly.

Ma Fan’s arms are wide open, like a big bird, and he looks solemn. The mist seemed to be retreating like a fright, and in the blink of an eye, there was nothing left around him.

With such a momentum, I can see that the people in the Suzaku camp are admire. Ma Fan boss is not the boss of Ma Fan! Zhuzuying is mainly based on sword repair. The people are not enough to cultivate and the realm, but the eyesight is not lacking. It is clear that Ma Fan’s boss has a new understanding of the sword.

The most clearly seen is Xie Shan.

The reason why the fog will retreat is because the space around Ma Fan is filled with countless ethereal invisible swords! And these swords are quietly flowing, just like what is being bred.

Suddenly, Xie Shan was hit by a sniper, Zhang Dazui, looking at the sky in the solemn Ma Fan, the eyes are unbelievable.

Shape!

Sword is shaped!

impossible!

Isn't the sword-like form only the realm that Jin Dan's repairers can achieve? However, this scene that is being discovered in front of him makes it difficult for him to accept. Half a sigh, Xie Shan, who stood in the same place, gradually recovered his heart, and his mouth was full of bitterness. His own repairer who had been repaired to Jindan did not cultivate the realm of sword-shaped form. Instead, he was the first to understand the meditation period of Ma Fan.

Ma Fan’s body is wrapped in a myriad of swords, and these tiny and transparent invisible sky swords.

Sky...sky...

If you are aware of the closed eyes of Ma Fan.

A vast and fierce atmosphere, gathered from all directions, Ma Fan is like a boat, swaying in the storm, may be destroyed at any time!

this is……

Xie Shan suddenly understood that Ma Fan was practicing "Ming Shu Jian"! But he frowned, revealing a bit of worry, and looked at the red-stained sky like blood, his heart was uneasy and heavier.

The sky here... is not a good place to practice "Alum sword"!

The red sky became more horrible, and the black clouds formed quietly.

Ma Fan, who is in the center of the storm, faces a worse situation. When he realizes that there is a problem, there is no way out. The sky here is full of mysteriousness. These are from the tragic wars of thousands of years ago. After a thousand years of formation, they can easily erode people's minds.

The sky here has too many things that don't belong to the sky!

The mist that just shunned suddenly burst into violent turmoil, and dozens of tentacles formed by mists rushed to Ma Fan. Dozens of tentacles, sealed in every direction around Ma Fan, he has nowhere to escape. These misty tentacles are as fast as the arrows, and they are swaying to Ma Fan. Seeing that Ma Fan will be caught by them, hey, flying to the misty tentacles around Ma Fan, suddenly bursting one after another.

These swords were smashed by the surrounding swords around Ma Fan.

But this is just the beginning!

Numerous red and black misty tentacles flew from the mist, and flew into the air.

The popping sound is endless, and there are too many fogs to burst. After only a while, a thick mist is formed. In the thick and thick mist, the dull popping did not stop. A red and black smog like a giant egg, hanging high in the air.

Everyone’s face could not help but show the color of worry, but they could only watch it with scorn, and they couldn’t help themselves.

Moshui Mingkong.

Nanxun looked at the predecessors who were sitting around, and his eyes were full of respect. All along, she is quite hard in the magical palace, but today I saw how the seniors practiced. She immediately felt that her hard work was not in front of her predecessors.

"I will come back later."

The predecessors left this sentence and disappeared.

Nanxun was not too surprised. At this time, her heart was filled with fighting spirit. The seniors explained to her with practical actions, how to cultivate. For "Tiannan Archery", she is not so eager, what she learned today is enough for her to practice for a long time.

She retired from Mo Shuiming's air, and what she learned today, she needs to digest.

Zuo Mo heart is very cool, very cool.

In the 30th, he only spent five hours, one hour less than the one required by the Pu Yao. If he deducted the time to explain the little demon to Nanxun, he only spent four and a half hours. Especially when Zuo Mo caught the surprise and accident in the eyes of Pu Yao, he only felt that it could not be said to be cool.

In fact, his knowledge is almost exhausted. The high-intensity crack of four and a half hours, his first attempt, the reaction is naturally much stronger.

It’s too late to recollect this darkness, he has to settle in and restore his knowledge.

After a full day, Zuo Mo was awakened from the set-up, and his knowledge was restored to half. Unfortunately, there is no star in the sky here, he can't absorb the power of the stars. His gods have been skyrocketing since the last time, and although the number of stars in the sea has not increased, each star has become brighter, dazzling, and flashing in the void.

Zuo Mo’s knowledge of the sea has long been beyond recognition.

The former Jianhe, almost disappearing, makes the left Mo feel a little shame. Those fascinating black fires have not been as raging as they used to be. Especially around the tombstone, the black fire disappeared completely, bare black and shiny like a metal floor, and the black gas surrounding the tombstone was more intense than before.

According to Pu Yao’s statement, he walked the path of the star refining the gods. There is a star in the gods, which contains the power of stars.

What is the power of the stars, left no feeling. However, ten stars have grown, and his recovery of consciousness has been much stronger than before. Every star is sprinkled with brilliance, and the sea is bathed in a faint starlight.

When Zuo Mo saw the huge misty fog in the sky, he was shocked. I quickly grabbed Xie Shan's enquiry, and when I learned that it was Ma Fan's cultivation of "Alum Sword", I couldn't help but worry. But he has no way. Among all the things he cultivates, the sword is now the weakest.

The strongest thing he has today is the big-day magic body, followed by the black magic. He can't help but smile. As a repairer, there is nothing to be proud of. The movement of Ma Fan is not going to end for a while, and he will not go to the left.

He turned his face, but suddenly found that the ghost was watching him. In normal times, the ghost and he are almost inseparable.

"Hello?" Zuo Mo asked tentatively.

A ghost did not respond, Zuo Mo shook his head, he was really whimsical. He grabbed the hand of the ghost, and the gods got into it and examined it carefully.

His brow quickly wrinkled.

A ghost is in a mess, and there is no life. From this point of view, it seems that there is no difference in peace, but Zuo Mo found that in the heart of the ghost, there is a tiny purple spot. Zuo Mo has to check the ghosts every three or two days. The situation in the ghosts is not familiar enough.

The last time he checked, there was no such purple spot, so it can be seen that the purple spot was formed these days.

Left to the bottom of the heart, which means that the body of the ghost has made new changes these days, he can not help but worry. If it is a good change, it is naturally a blessing, but if it is a bad change, he has nothing to deal with.

Zuo Mo suddenly felt a strong sense of urgency.

I have to find the water cloud tires soon! But he also knows that if you rash into the depths of the fog, I am afraid that there is no bones. Everyone is working hard to cultivate, and it is not a good time to enter the fog.

Zuo Mo’s heart was inexplicably irritated, and he walked out of the camp.

The camp is located on the edge of the mist, and from time to time you can see a mist of thick mist drifting slowly. His gaze is cast into the depths of the mist, where will it be?

"You can fish!" Pu Yao suddenly said.

"Fishing?" left Mo Zhenyan asked.

"Hey, if you take a spiritual magic weapon, you will naturally lure a lot of souls." Pu Yao explained: "It’s just a little magic trick to practice, and"

"And what?"

"You don't remember that you swallowed the essence of the soul? If you want to grow your knowledge in a short time, this is a good way." Immediately, Pu Yao said: "You are lucky!"

Left Morton came to spirit, and in his opinion, the soul is a tonic. The main reason he wants to learn the ancient sacred offerings is to be able to grow his own knowledge. With his current strength, it is too dangerous to go deep into the fog.

Sure enough, Pu Meng is treacherous!

Zuo Mo’s heart was very emotional. When he thought about it, he took out a magic weapon, which was the only six-piece magic weapon in his hand. He didn't dare to let the small tower act as a bait. The last move was actually a little bigger. The nine-turned earthenware plate has a spirituality. Although it is not as spiritual as a small tower, it is suitable for use as a bait.

The nine-turned clay plate that made countless people's eyes was thrown on the ground, and Zuo Mo was not far away, his eyes were big.

It didn't take long for a red light to burst out of the mist and slammed into the nine-turn shovel placed on the ground.

Zuo Mo smiled, and the little magic that he had already prepared in his hand was lost.

Nourish!

The power of the little demon is not strong, but the demon has always restrained the soul, and this screaming soul did not even scream, it disappeared. The left is not in a hurry, open his mouth and suck, the tiny source of this, he flew into his mouth.

There are always rushing out of the soul.

Zuo Mo soon discovered that the little black magic to deal with the soul, it is simply appropriate. Nowadays, he is very familiar with the little demon, and he almost does not even have to think about it.

On the contrary, he needs to be careful that the souls of the souls are passing through the net. This time, the feelings are clearer than the last time. Inhaling the essence of the soul, they have entered the stars of the sea.

Compared to the last time, the number of souls is much less, and Zuo Mo is quite relaxed.

"Brother, what are you doing?" I don't know when the Gongsun sent me over and asked curiously.

The left hand shook, and the soul of the soul went to the grandson.