World of Cultivation

Day 383, you **** it!

This palm is printed and solid.

The sun pattern of the palm of your hand is suddenly bright. The burning power of the majestic gushing out of his palm, this power is quite strange, and did not break the aura, but like a tiger with a head from the cage of the animal, biting the prey.

The sea of ​​the raging halo was firmly sucked by the left palm of Zuo Mo.

The sun's rays continue to release golden light, erode the aura, and a golden border visible to the naked eye, along the continuous aura, quickly spreads toward the center.

Yuzizhou's face changed greatly. He could feel a hegemonic power and was eroding his jade chain at an alarming speed!

This... What is this? He first encountered such a weird magic!

The power of this overbearing power spreads far beyond the imagination of Yuzizhou.

He has just mobilized all the gods, and his vision has become a golden ocean. Yuzizhou did not think that one day, he would be forced to be so embarrassed, no, so desperate! This is only the second move that the other party uses. The second move is to push yourself to a desperate situation!

Jumping beam clown...

He suddenly thought of the word, an unprecedented sense of shame, and instantly washed his nerves.

Proud like him, how can he be defeated by a guy who sees himself as a clown?

How could this be!

Yuzizhou is stunned, and the elegant and calm face is unusual at this time. The deep pride is mixed with unprecedented humiliation. He is like a gambler who loses his brilliance and takes the last note!

All the gods, all the power, poured into his arms. He held his hands in his hands and pushed forward slowly and slowly. It was like pushing a mountain. His face trembled fiercely and there were signs of instability.

"jade……"

The word squeezed out of the teeth, with a noticeable vibrato, and every part of his body was shaking. The arms that he hugged around his chest moved forward one inch at a time in this trembling trembling. Every inch moved forward, the space around him was violently divided.

"Life..."

The word "sheng" just squeezed out of his mouth, and the golden light just spread over the last aura in front of Yuzizhou.

The golden light hit the arms of Yuzizhou without any cleverness. The body of Yuzizhou was stiff and the pupil suddenly expanded.

Snapped! The palm of Yuzizhou burst!

Snapped! Wrist burst!

Snapped! Elbow burst!

Oh...

A series of popping sounds like fried beans are endless, and the explosion spreads along the arm of Yuzizhou. Yu Zizhou’s eyes were so big that he couldn’t believe that his body was bursting.

"Do not……"

Unwilling and screaming, screaming abruptly.

Zuo Mo’s left palm is covered with a dazzling golden light group, like a sun, he keeps his palm in motion and does not move. The flame that enveloped him was smashed into his body.

The red eyes are red, and the red light is scattered, revealing the golden hazelnut.

The golden glutinous rice is as indifferent as God, but the pain of his face is not reduced. Indifferent eyes, painful expressions, constitute a weird picture. The nocturnal knife of the right hand was shaking, the golden palm of the left palm was scattered, and the sun pattern of the palm was dimmed.

"Rain, put it in again!"

The hoarseness is low and contains a few crazy voices, which are heard from the array.

"Small Po Pu said very clearly!" The woman suddenly raised her head and smiled at Mimi, looking at the Pu Yao, focusing on the head: "This armor, really do not have to pass on."

The tombstone trembled fiercely, and it seemed that the woman was very dissatisfied with this sentence, and the black cloud would see it.

"Shut up!" The woman looked cold, and raised the giant claws in her hands, and went to the next tomb, kneeling on the tombstone. A muffled sound, the ground shook, the tombstone that trembled fiercely was stiff, and the part that was knocked, the spider-like crack slammed down.

Oh, a lot of gravel slipped down the tombstone. The black cloud that has just emerged from the tombstone seems to have been subjected to the body-building method and is in the air.

Ok... good fierce blow!

The momentum of the Pu's eyelids, which almost climbed to the extreme, jumped, and the black flame that had reached his feet suddenly exploded, and was suddenly covered in black smoke. "Cough and cough!" Pu's coughing sound came out of the black smoke, until the black smoke was exhausted, and the enchanting body was like smoke and fire.

He looked at the woman with a bad look.

The woman will throw a wink at the Pu Yao if nothing happens. When she turns her face and faces the tombstone, the tone is cold: "Clean up."

The tombstones trembled, screaming, and the pieces that had been shackled, like legs, climbed to the place where the tombstones had just been smashed, and they were restored one by one. In the blink of an eye, the tombstone will be restored intact, except for the cobweb-like crack from the top of the monument.

Sure enough, it is still a terrorist force like before...

Pu Yao glanced at the female general and sat down. There is too much to think about everything that happens today. Isn't the adult dead? How could it be resurrected?

Death is irreversible, and it has nothing to do with cultivation.

Unless the adults are not dead!

If adults do not die in the past, there are too many possibilities... Gold Soul? Quite quite possible!

It turns out that adults are not dead...

and many more!

Pu Yao lowered his head, **** and unconsciously picked up, a cold.

The adult is dead in his arms. At that time, even after three thousand years, he still remembers clearly! He is familiar with adults, her character, her temper, everything about her, he is familiar with!

The adults in front of us are so familiar and familiar as they were three thousand years ago.

But...the adult is dead...she is really dead...

The cold scorpion seems to echo the silent sigh, and the pain seems to have been diluted by the vicissitudes of life, and there is almost no trace, but...

Pu Yao suddenly raised his head.

"The grown-up is dead."

The woman will frown and be unhappy.

Pu Yao seems to have not seen it, and whispers to himself: "The adult is dead, the gods are gone, nothing is left." His right hand reaches out from the wide cuffs, opens his fingers, and feels the airflow from his fingers. Over.

His gaze looked straight at the woman, calmly said: "I know, the adult is dead."

In the **** scorpion, there was no cold temperature in the cold, and he raised his hand and a black flame pulsed between his palms. Black hair dances again, like a silky black dress, without wind and automatic.

The whole sea of ​​knowledge seems to have slowly paused. Gradually, I only hear a rhythm and a voice.

Hey...hey...hey...

The woman's face changed slightly, her eyes fixed on the black demon fire in the hands of Pu Yao. The rhythm of the surrounding space is exactly the same as the rhythm of the flames in the hands of the Pu Yao.

"Golden soul is really a good thing, it seems that you have recovered a lot of vitality." Pu Yao looked indifferent, deep and bloodless slowly turning, the corner of his mouth suddenly pulled out a cold smile like a blade: "You It also restored the stupidity as always."

The woman will suddenly open her mouth and change the sweetness and charmingness of the past. The old man is as simple as an old man: "How did you find out?"

The voice did not fall, and the woman’s body collapsed at the speed visible to the naked eye as countless tiny black powder. The disintegrated black powder fluttered in the air and turned into a group of black smoke. In the black smoke, a man’s figure was faintly visible. .

"Tell you how stupid you are? Ha!" The face of Pu Yao’s face was thicker: "Oh, three thousand years, I finally showed a face, it is not easy."

"Don't you always want to force me out?" The man in the black smoke glanced at the black fire in the hands of the Pu Yao, Shen Sheng said: "I think we need to talk about it."

"Talk?" Pu Yao smiled and raised his eyebrows, and put away the black fire in his hand. He didn't care: "Cheng, talk! Who are you?"

"Tombstone A, named guardian, you can call me Wei." The black smoke shrouded in him, revealing the true face of Wei. He is a black armor, tall and powerful, and the eyebrows of the eyebrows are just like the sounds. He officially and solemnly bowed to the Pu Yao.

"Well? Hey, a good name." Pu Yao narrowed his eyes.

"Because the former owner, you are full of resentment against me, I can understand." Wei slowly, his voice is peaceful and has a straightforward force: "The things she holds, in your opinion, is stupid. However, her willingness to persist is her source of strength."

Pu Yao sneered: "Hey, it’s really awesome!"

Wei’s eyes cast into the distance, seemingly reminiscing, and his voice has become distant: “Every soul has a belief that it is willing to give life to it.” His eyes are recovered and he looks at the Pu Yao: “You are not What?"

Pu Yao sneer still: "This little trick, don't play in front of me."

"Well, you are." Wei did not refute, nodded, no hesitation.

"For me?" Pu Yao narrowed his eyes, like a bright red blood knife, and said in an easy way: "I said... you **** it!" The last word, like the squeeze out of the teeth, chills.

Wei's feelings changed greatly, and his body shape turned into a black smoke, and he had to fly toward the tombstone.

Peng!

Countless black flames emerged from the tombstone and covered the tombstones!

Wei quickly stopped his body shape, and he seemed to be very jealous of this black flame.

"You **** it!" Pu Yao walked toward the guard step by step, holding a beating black flame on his hand, a beautiful and gloomy face, murderous, and the tone was cold without a trace of temperature: "You pretend to be her, you Damn it!"

"Pu, you can't kill me." Wei stared at the Pu Yao, looking calm.

"I know." The murderousness on the face of Pu Yao suddenly disappeared, with a smile of sullenness: "However, for three thousand years, how can I not use my mind on you?"

The face color has really changed.

Pu Yao’s hand shines brightly and illuminates the whole sea!