World of Cultivation

The 347th World War!

Zuo Mo’s war is high-spirited, his blood is boiling, his body is slightly arched, his hands are empty and his chest is open, and his fingers are open, like a wild beast, giving a sense of danger! This is the starting form of the melee in the big-day magic body, which he uses subconsciously at this time.

The silence around him forced Zuo Mo’s attention to be unprecedentedly concentrated, and all the gods were mobilized. Recently, his knowledge has grown by leaps and bounds. He has never mobilized so much knowledge as he did today. The usual "fishing" squeezes his knowledge every time, but the consumption of the little demon is very low, and the whole process of consumption is like a long stream.

This time, there was no reservation for the transfer, and it was a desperate attempt.

The lively gods, wrapped around his body, everything around him, quickly outlined in his mind, as clear as the mirror lake.

The ambient temperature gradually rises, the burning scent becomes heavy, and the dark and deep voids are brightened a little and the surroundings become red.

Left Mo did not move, his eyes slightly picked up, the whole person's breath is restrained, like a stone sculpture.

"How many years haven't people touched the war of imprisonment? It looks like it's not too old, it's really abnormal!" Cold and full of emotions sighed to his friends. The two of them just rushed from the second prison to Moshui Mingkong. They couldn’t wait to catch their breath, and they saw Zuo Mo, who was independent of the prison battlefield.

Cold-skinned black silk gown, a large number of gold silk woven fabrics on the collar sleeves, the body shape is long and standing, handsome and extraordinary. He came from a famous door, always above the top, and the arrogance of condescending has long penetrated his bone marrow. However, he is not stupid. In the face of the perversion in the prison battlefield, he does not have a little arrogant capital.

The metamorphosis that can touch the battle of imprisonment is a metamorphosis in perversion. If you can continue to metamorphosis, after another one or two hundred years, you are even eligible to enter the Presbyterian Church.

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In the end, it’s a famous name, and his eyesight is a bit higher. He looked at it for a long time and nodded: “It’s magic!”

"Demon double repair? This is too much!" Yongzheng was unbelievable.

Coldheartedness is also full of doubts. He dare not make a conclusion. He has to say: "I will know later."

The two demon eyes stared at the prison battlefield. Moshui Mingkong’s prison battlefield they also smashed in the same year, with their strength, naturally no effort. They are quite curious, is the rumored battle of imprisonment really so powerful?

At this time, the prison battlefield began the first wave of attacks.

The long red light, suddenly like being pulled by an invisible force, they came from all directions, drawing a dazzling red line, and gathering them into a dazzling red spot at an amazing speed.

The red spot suddenly expanded, and a huge fireball floated away from the left, and the red flame spurted into a flame. The power of the fire, with the spread of heat waves. Zuo Mo only felt that he was in the big Dan furnace and was very uncomfortable.

The eye-catching red light, blazing like the meteor's red awn, the majestic burning fireball, the raging flame tongue, seeing the outside of the demon all show the color of praise.

"Water magic is unparalleled in the thousands of adults, I did not expect the fire demon to be overbearing!" Yongzheng looks full of admiration.

Cold-hearted is also a reverence, full of yearning: "It is said that when the thousands of adults broke the prison and re-named the name of Moshui, it was only twenty-eight. At the age of twenty-eight, he was able to fix the name of a prisoner. respectable."

"Oh, if there is no war in prison, we don't have this blessing." Yongzheng suddenly smiled: "I don't know how thousands of adults know that his Moshui Mingkong has been challenged. What do you think?"

The huge fireball, burning, and arrogant, breathe the power of the fire that hurts people, sweeping everything around. Zuo Mo’s figure is under the fireball, and it’s as small as an ant.

"He seems to be very sure."

"It is certainly not a mediocre person who can touch the battle of the prison." Yongzheng looked at it, but the tone immediately turned: "But in the same way, thousands of adults can leave a brand of fire magic in the ten-finger prison, nor is it So good deal."

"Who are you helping?? Say it is not said." Cold eyes rolled his eyes.

"Haha, let's watch the fun, watch the fun!" Yongzheng smiled.

The two of them spoke fast, but their eyes didn't move away, and they fixed their eyes on the left side of the field.

The eyes of Zuo Mo's eyes only revealed a narrow slit, and no one could see it. His eyes were deep, like a cold, enchanting flame, and he blew silently.

The open arms, the fingers of the forks, the shape of the micro-bows give the illusion of the crowds, and he intends to embrace this hegemonic fireball!

Do not panic left.

The deadly and blazing atmosphere of the fireball in front of the giants did not make his heart lake sway.

Among the five elements, the fire line is the one he is most familiar with except the water line. From the original sword of water, to the later Jin Wuhuo, he is also a master of playing with fire.

The fireball in front of him is similar to the fireball that Pu Yao showed him. At the beginning, due to the enlightenment of the water sword, he encountered difficulties. When the Pu Yao pointed, he also made a huge fireball.

This familiar scene made him feel a little embarrassed. But it is only a trace of embarrassment, and his body naturally enters the state of battle. He has long been a free-spirited disciple with no practical experience. After a hundred battles, he was keenly aware of the opportunity.

He took the initiative to attack.

In the void, he walked forward and disappeared into the vision of the demons.

The strange pace caused amazement, and the demon was even more amazed by his behavior. Going directly to the fireball, isn't that looking for death? This fireball is almost formed by mobilizing the power of the entire prison battlefield. The richness of the firepower contained in it has reached an extremely terrifying level. As long as it is affected by any fire tongue, I am afraid that it will not be able to retreat.

The fireball seems to feel the threat, the fire tongue is a big hit, and the red fire whip is swept toward the left. In the void, the power of the fire is so terrible.

The sweat of the red forehead fell down, and the concentration of the power of the fire in the prison battlefield made him feel awkward.

Zuo Mo stepped out of the void, and there was no pause at the foot. He stepped forward and seemed to step into the void again.

Unconsciously, his legs were covered with a faint golden light.

The gushing fire tongue, madly pounced on the left, several times the risk can be hit, but only a small difference. Such a thrilling scene, I saw Nanxuan's face pale, and almost screamed several times.

Zuo Mo’s look was indifferent, as if he had nothing to do, and his feet were like a walk in the air, and he could not see a trace of confusion.

In the encirclement of the demon, there is no shortage of people who know the goods, all face changes, they have not seen such a strange pace. Cold and sturdy, the two demons only feel the body stiff, and they are shocked.

Just when the demons were shocked by the pace of Zuo Mo, no one noticed the hands of Zuo Mo, and there was a faint glow.

Every step, the light on the left hand will be a point.

When Zuo Mo stepped out of the twelfth step, the light of his hands was as thick as the essence, almost flowing like a liquid.

what is this?

The demon eyes were unconsciously attracted by the light shrouded by Zuo Mo’s hands, but they were full of curiosity.

Everyone knows that this is Zuo Mo’s killing trick. The pace is even more mysterious, and it is impossible to break the fireball, or rely on aggressive black magic. The brilliance of the hands shrouded, carrying a rainbow-like afterimage in the high-speed movement of Zuo Mo. With the disappearance of Zuo Mo, it also became a cut-off rainbow.

Kill the trick!

Must be a big kill!

Everyone's eyes widened and they didn't dare to lick.

Nan Yan’s eyes suddenly covered his mouth, and he suddenly screamed at his mouth, and his eyes were unbelievable.

God, how... how is it possible?

That is……

Zuo Mo is almost cold and calm, with each step stepping out, with each point close to the fireball, constantly warming up. His momentum, along with his pace, continues to climb.

His figure is almost a slight violation of the routine.

Thirty feet away, he was overbearing and hot, hitting him, as if to burn him.

He squatted slightly, his hands hanging down on his side.

The tiny eyelids were completely opened, and the depth of the eyelids was calm, like the cold oil was thrown into the fire, and the flames soared. The boiling war, burning each of the nerves of the left.

All the fireballs of the fireball all flocked to the left, and in front of the left, countless fire tongues were intertwined into a raging fire.

The rising momentum, at this time to the extreme, he suddenly raised his face.

"kill!"

The violent killing intention, with Zuo Mo as the center, slammed.

The left Mo, which is popping up, is like a flying sword, and it’s stunned, raising a radiant glow, and rushing to the front!

In the sea of ​​fire that covers the sky, there is a slap in the face, and a straight line of straight lines is drawn, and sparks are splashed like rain.

In the sparks, the fireball in the spot!

All the tyrannical temperament, all the war, seems to follow this embarrassment, not into the fireball.

The prison battlefield lived.

Everything is stopped.

Time seems to suddenly stop.

Snapped.

Like the sound of the eggshell being broken, the overbearing and terrifying red fireball, gently blasted and turned into a flaming star.

Mars is like a rain, and it is sprinkling. The figure of Zuo Mo is looming, the momentum of the whole body is gone, and the radiance of the hands disappears.

Silence, a dead silence.

There was no sound from anyone. It was not until after the tenth, the crowds of the crowds seemed to wake up suddenly, and the sound of stunned sounds suddenly came one after another.

"Who knows what kind of magic is that?"

"so amazing!"

"I haven't seen it, it must be a secret sorcerer! It's a monster! I don't know which hidden family came out!"

"Value! Nothing is coming! It's too worth it..."

No one can watch the demon and keep calm.

Among the demons, Nan Yan slammed his mouth, and there was only one thought in her heart.

That is……

The controversy around was like a long distance from her ear, and no one thought that there were so many demon, only she understood the trick.

That is

- Little demon!