World of Cultivation

The 407th Division of the Brothers

A few souls are extremely thin and light, as if they will dissipate in the air at any time.

"What is this?" Gongsun was curious, and he opened his hand and flew to his palms.

The soul of the soul flew into his palm, and he did not wait for him to study it, and then penetrated into his skin.

"what!"

Three horrores were simultaneously issued, and the curiosity on the face of Gongsun’s face turned into an accident. The left was greatly surprised, and the other was shocked, but it was left to the singer of the sea.

Gongsunchang closed his eyes and carefully understood it. After a long while, he suddenly opened his eyes and filled with surprises: "Brother, what is this? Good things!"

Of course it is a good thing...

I’m so worried, but I’m happy. He saw that the soul of the soul of the soul is great for the grandson!

Suddenly in his heart, he asked: "What is the law that you are practicing now?"

The grandson’s face was shy and shy, and he was a little embarrassed. “I... I’m going to make a practice of cultivating, I don’t know how useful it is. I’m looking for a brother to give pointers.”

Zuo Mo looked blankly at the grandson and grandson who was ashamed of Hao Ran, just like a ghost.

Seeing the expression of Zuo Mo, the face of Gongsun’s white-faced man is even redder. Like a ripe peach, he said: “I... I heard that there will be a special cultivation method in the war, since there is no hand on it. I wondered if I could try to lean on it."

The more he said, the more fluent, the excitement in his eyes: "I later found out that there are a lot of wars in the game, although they are all demons, but they can also learn from them. So, toss out these things, The brothers help me."

In other words, he did not care about his strange expression, and he said his thoughts.

At the beginning, Zuo Mo did not agree. After all, a foundation repairer who didn't even have a condensed vein, ran over and said to him that he had to create a law of cultivation. If it wasn't for the grandson, he would definitely print a scorpion on his face.

But gradually, Zuo Mo’s expression became dignified.

Obviously, the idea of ​​Gongsun’s younger brother is much richer than he expected. And when he finished listening, the first feeling was

--so crazy!

He stared blankly at the grandson.

The grandson was finished with a sigh of relief, only to notice that Zuo Mo looked at his own eyes full of grotesque, suddenly a little uncomfortable, is it where he thought wrong?

The shameful younger brother in front of me has toss out a set of crazy and extreme practice methods. Is this contrast too big?

Zuo Mo feels weird.

The idea of ​​the grandson is very simple. First of all, he judged that the most important thing for a warrior is the gods. Because the knowledge of God is the most helpful to his control of the war, this is why, the demon war will be the best among all the wars.

Of course, spiritual power is also indispensable, and the warriors will have their own uniqueness.

Where does the gods and spiritual power come from?

The core content of the law of the public grandson toss out is a word: grab!

When Zuo Mosi Suo understood this, he had to feel it, and it really was the practice of the warrior, which was completely in line with the idea of ​​the warlord! He even has some doubts. Will it be the sequelae left by the grandson and grandson in the hills due to excessive robbery?

What surprised Zuo Mo is that although this *** is still very young, it is far from perfect, but there is no fatal error.

He is now stunned. Why did the essence of the soul just infiltrate the palm of his hand?

The source of the source, such as the essence of the soul, without any acrobatics, is a great complement to the grandson.

"A little bit of meaning!" Pu Yao couldn't help but admire: "The foundation period can toss such a law, the future is not limited." He suddenly gave birth to a sense of ridiculous feelings, the people around Zuo Mo, unconsciously, There are a lot of people who are quite good in strength and talent.

These people, without exception, are unknown and unrecognized.

Like the grandson of the grandson, he is able to realize the warfare of the law, and he knows that he is only a few people. This law, in his view, is still very rough and tender, but with the vision and strength of the grandson, the law can be slowly improved. It is also the prototype of this law, so that the Pu Yao seems to have seen a rising peerless war!

The demon spirit is full of emotions, even he did not expect that the grandson can go to this point. The speed of progress of the public grandson made him shocked. Is this guy born to be a warrior?

Such a talent, comparable to it, is the name he is familiar with.

He couldn't help but look at the left Mo, this kid is so lucky!

Suddenly, Pu Meng’s heart gave rise to a few expectations. Zuo Mo’s talent has made him feel incredible. Now there is another battle for the future to help, and which step will they take?

Until now, he was deeply impressed that he had accepted this student and earned a lot!

The former bad debts, maybe, there are still opportunities to get back...

Pu Yao touched his chin and smiled.

Zuo Mo did not know the calculation of Pu Yao, asked the Pu Yao, after learning that this law has no major problems, he began to help Gongsun younger brother. The law of Gongsun’s younger brother does not have much problem, but the most difficult is the first step. The core of this law is to plunder the gods and spiritual powers of others, but at first, he is not born to plunder.

But now, it is a godsend opportunity. The souls of these souls have no impurities, nourish and nourish. For the grandson, the absorption is completely no problem.

After discussing the difference with the grandson, the Gongsun was eager to try.

The war will not be normal!

Zuo Mo’s heart was straight and his movements were not slow, and he continued his “fishing”. Only this time, he is the master of the refining spirit. The grandson of the grandson did not quit, and absorbed desperately.

After only a moment, the Gongsun had two blush on his face, as if he was drunk, he immediately sat down on his knees.

Zuo Mozhi stopped and the training of Gongsun’s younger brother was too shallow. These souls were completely absorbed and took time. So he simply began to devour the essence of the soul, this thing is also a big supplement for him.

This mist is boundless, and the souls inside are as endless as they are, and they are constantly rushing to the earth. All of them have not touched the nine-turned clay plate, and they have been hit by the little magic. If the fog is dissipated by steaming, only a very fine essence of the soul is left.

After two more hours, the grandson opened his eyes, his face was bright, and he jumped up and cheeked: "Brother, let's come again!"

No one nodded, no nonsense, and constantly cast a little magic.

Five hundred little black magic, he repeatedly did not know how many times he used to perform, sometimes mixed with some low-level magic that he learned from Moshui Mingkong, or tried to combine different little magic. Little demon consumes less knowledge of the gods, and Zuo Mo is also proficient in abnormality. In addition, he constantly absorbs the essence of the soul, and the consciousness of the gods continues to skyrocket and becomes more calm.

This time, the difference between the grandson and the grandson who was absorbed last time was 20% more.

After ten consecutive hours, Zuo Mo felt that he couldn't afford it. He quickly turned the nine-turned earthenware into a tray. The souls that lost their goals suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding area was calm.

Zuo Mo sat down with his knees, and the ten stars in his body are now bright and dazzling, and the scattered stars are quite a bit foggy.

He can feel his own knowledge, full, almost overflowing.

Do you want to advance?

Left Mo is in the middle of a move, and now does not care, straight to the heart.

Wei Sheng’s sword flashed in the hand, and a few souls that had been thrown up were swept in, and suddenly disappeared. A few souls of the soul flew into his hands, the black sword in his hand, almost his chest is high, looks like a knives, simple shape, black scabbard, and not much decoration. This black sword was discovered on the first day of his transmission into the blood.

At that time, the black sword was inserted obliquely to the ground, and the scabbard was found not far from him. This black sword is full of violent breath, held in the hand, the mind is extremely vulnerable. Originally such a fierce sword, Wei Sheng did not like it.

But he did not discard this black sword, but instead took it in his hand. He will use this fierce sword to sharpen his will!

His face was quiet, his feet were extremely firm, and he was surrounded by a circle.

He couldn't remember how long he had entered the blood, but he was not flustered. On the contrary, he was quite excited, and the blood fog in front of him was only an upgraded version of the sword hole. The experience of solitary sword hole is very dangerous, but during that time, it was also the period when his strength rose the fastest.

Nothing is more exciting than the strength!

Moreover, away from the trivial things that made him feel upset, his mood was surprisingly empty. He can feel that his own progress, such feelings, have not appeared for a long time.

Every step is a solid step toward the peak of the Kendo.

On the day he was sent to the blood fog, he noticed the weirdness in the blood. After discovering the black sword, he soon discovered that the black sword was not affected by the blood fog.

When he discovered that the black sword would devour the essence of the soul, he could not help but be surprised. This shows that there is already a sword spirit in the sword.

The flying sword with the sword spirit is the best flying sword. However, Wei Sheng does not have much joy. The breath of the black sword is so fierce and violent, and the sword spirit must be a fierce spirit!

The weird thing is that no matter how he probes, he can't detect the existence of sword spirit.

He didn't have a sorrowful mind because of the black sword's weirdness. Even the best flying sword, in his heart, is just a foreign object. Jianxin is firm and naturally will not be invaded by evil spirits.

After several consecutive advances, he stopped and the black sword in his hand was inserted at his feet.

He found that when the black sword was in his hands, the soul was completely fearless, and once the black sword left his palm, there was no such thing as a soul.

It’s awkward around.

Wei Sheng brows slightly wrinkled, these days he tried his best to control the spiritual power, but the spiritual power is almost exhausted. This aura of blood is extremely thin, he can only rely on spar to replenish spiritual power, but he usually has little spar on his body.

The situation is not good!