World of Cultivation

The 388th Flamestorm

Pu Yao greedily absorbed the golden soul. The fight between him and Wei, although he has the upper hand, but the loss is also great. The two golden souls sent by the Clan elders were like timely rain, and he did not hesitate to take them away from Zuo Mo. Zuo Mo did not stop it, but it was expected that it could not be stopped.

The golden mist penetrated into the body of the Pu Yao at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the expression on the face of Pu was revealed. But some of the golden fog drifted away, although the number was only a quarter, but the Pu Yao is still a bit uncomfortable.

However, he has no help with the situation in front of him, just like no matter how he looks at this hypocrite is not pleasing to the eye, but it is impossible to kill each other. He can stand up for three thousand years in the demon tower, and has a direct relationship with this weird armor. Wei is the armor of the armor, and the nature of the Pu Yao is similar, but he is not bound by the armor.

For three thousand years, he has been thinking about the tombstone, but this tombstone is self-contained, and the evil door is tight.

But when I thought that this hypocrite couldn't shrink back to the tortoise shell, the Pu Yao couldn't help but proud. What he said is also a generation of demon, all kinds of side-by-side know how many, he has always found several ways to use.

In a sense, he and Wei are now symbiotic, and no one can destroy anyone. Even the golden soul, the Pu Yao can not be absorbed, and some must be absorbed by the guard. Although Pu Yao is now clearly occupying a strong position, this obviously does not make him feel happy. Even if the hypocrite is of extraordinary origin, but in the eyes of the Pu Yao, which is higher than the top, this is a bit of a price drop.

A hyperthyroidism and himself are on the same level... This is too **** to make the brother unhappy!

The Pu Yao, who absorbed the golden soul, has more black hair and brighter hair. The blood is even more lustrous. The snake-like tongue inadvertently licks his lips, and some of them are still unfinished. He glanced at the guard who sat on his knees, and naturally he could see that the help of the Golden Soul was equally small.

Pu Yao’s mouth floated with a sneer and he had been dealing with him for three thousand years. He knew quite well about his neighbor’s character. Even if this has already promised not to teach the magic to Zuo Mo, it is impossible to be so good.

However, probably Wei couldn't think of it. He didn't speak a few words that day, but it brought great inspiration to Pu Yao.

For the metamorphosis of the Pu Yao, a hint of subtlety, the inspiration, can change too much.

Wait and see!

Pu Yao narrowed his eyes.

Zuo Mo looked at Mo Ruohuo, some accidents, a guy who was so thick and rude, the magic used is so wonderful, it really is a demon.

Mo Ruhuo was stared at the left, and especially the left did not say a word, let him feel pressure. What should I say at this time?

"Sorry, admit the wrong person"? Or "big brother, long-awaited big name, let the younger brother live a life!" or simply escape directly...

Poor and incomprehensible in the mind, all sorts of weird thoughts come to the fore. He never thought about rebellion at all, and even if he faced Yuzizhou, he would never be so nervous. Yuzizhou's strength is stronger than him, but he believes that as long as the teeth are not afraid of death, there may not be a chance to win. He felt that the words of the genius, the vast majority of those so-called geniuses are better than him.

However, the laughter in front of Mogo, whether it is better than strength, or rather than ambiguous, he has no chance of self-sufficiency.

The thing that made him want to cry, the thing is that he is still provoked by himself! I am really impatient! He can't wait to fan his own two slaps, such a stupid thing, actually happened to his head! All the thugs of the demon world, all of them are hiding from the murderer at this time, and they take the initiative to send the other person’s mouth...

Even he knows that the devil's reward for laughing Mogo is constantly decreasing. The demons who were originally holding a joke mentality were really intimidated this time. Fierce and violent, murderous, such an imposing manner, never a clean demon can not be formed, God can not make a fake.

In this regard, almost all demons are surprisingly consistent.

Laughing Mogo is a desperate man with blood on his hands!

The elders of the students have ordered them to stop all kinds of behaviors against laughing Mogo. Some over-excited students, even if they are forbidden by the family, are not allowed to go out. The Ji family and the blue-and-white family also kept a low profile and obviously did not want to make another branch. The genius alliance, which has always been arrogant, has also lost its voice collectively.

They have enough power and strength, but no one wants to provoke such a desperate. What's more, is it a desperate young man with a young age? Some demons who have experienced some of them secretly discuss in secret. If they laugh, Mog can live for another 20 years, and I am afraid that there will be another butcher in the demon world.

Just as Mo Ruhu was thinking about how to be good, he suddenly laughed at Momo.

"The magical imprint of Cang Lin is what you left?"

It’s like a tremor in the heart of fire. This is a typical sin! In the case of Zuo Mo, all the luck in his heart was crushed. Mo Ruohuo is a fierce character in the end. In desperation, it arouses his fierceness and stalks his neck: "Yes! It's me!"

Zuo Mo is sure that there is no nonsense at the moment, and a few little enchantments on his hands are facing the face.

Since it started, it was like a fire, but it calmed down and firmly caught the attack of Zuo Mo. After a few round trips, he quickly discovered that laughing Mogo did not seem to be as unstoppable as recording the magic, and the attack was not strong. However, Mozhao’s actual combat experience is very rich. Although he is usually murderous, he is very cautious in fighting.

Still insisted on more than twenty interest, laughing Mogo is still swallowing like water, there is not much threat. At this time, Mo Ruohuo completely released his hands and feet, and the offensive gradually flourished.

The fire of the fire is very strange, and there are countless flames flying around him. His hands are constantly arranging in front of the sky, and the flames of the sky are very strange and erratic. Just like there is a wireless wire in front of him, connected to the flames around him.

Left Mo did a little black magic, blocking a flame, the warning behind the neck suddenly, he did not hesitate to bow, only saw a flame blade against his scalp. He didn't have time to dodge, a flame gun hit the ground and pointed to his lower abdomen.

Left Mo's feet are wrong, the left hand bends a finger, and a little demon accurately hits the flame gun, bringing it a bias. But the fire-like attack did not end here, on the contrary, it became more and more fierce! The flame that he dances around is not only capable of flying and attacking as he pleases, but also transforming into various attack forms, which is impossible to prevent.

For the first time, Zuo Mo met this quirky black magic, and suddenly he was in a hurry and was awkward.

If the fire is in the eyes, the morale is even more powerful. He estimated that the set of gold armor of Momo was afraid of any special restrictions, or else it was the last downfall, and that Momo might have been injured. Otherwise, it will not be used until now.

With such a thought, it’s as if you are afraid of fire. It’s not uncommon to laugh at Mogol’s situation. The magical powers of the incomparable powers often have strict restrictions, or they have to pay a small price.

If this is the case, then it is no doubt that Momo is the weakest moment!

Is it a godsend opportunity?

When I think of the murderer in the name of the demon world, I am being abused by myself. The unprecedented pleasure is filled with his whole body in an instant, and his body is even shuddered by excessive excitement! What a wonderful thing! Things that I didn’t even think about were actually happening in front of him. The extreme fear before and the despair in the heart, suddenly turned sharply, the stimulation and pleasure, swallowed him like a tide. It is in this wonderful situation that his state has reached its peak ever. The magic that just broke through, there is no sputum in his hand, the incomprehensible handcuffs come, every magic is like his instinct, perfect to make him feel enjoyable!

Zuo Mo only felt that he suddenly fell into a flame, and the overwhelming kinds of fire magic, swept across his face, and even worse, he had no room for dodge. The other side's enchanting shop unfolded, and the momentum was great, beyond the expectations of Zuo Mo.

However, Zuo Mo did not panic, his body looked uncomfortable, but his expression, his gaze, did not have a trace of waves.

The light in his hand has never been interrupted, and the little magic is as simple as breathing for him. Sometimes it is a ray of light, sometimes a few rays, and five hundred kinds of little enchantments, in his hands, make up countless combinations. These combined little black magic, or traction, or blocking, often a little bit of gap, will be sharply captured by the left Mo Min. It is with these subtle gaps that Zuo Mo has escaped again and again.

The hurricane of fire is growing, and it is constantly growing!

Looking at the laughter Mog, who is embarrassed under his own magic, is as proud as the fire. His [Flame Flame Storm] insists on the longer the time, the greater the power, the more he will continue to grow himself, and the **** he needs to consume. There is not much change in knowledge.

The longer the time of this battle drags on, the better it will be for him.

Sure enough, laughing Momo is getting more and more embarrassed, and he has several wounds on his body.

Although it was just a few small wounds, but like a fire, I couldn't help but laugh. "Laughing Mogo! Struggling! Enjoy this wonderful magic! Haha! Oh, it hurts again, it's pathetic!" ”

Mo Ruhu played his favorite cat-catching game, watching the struggling laughter in the hurricane, he didn't want to miss any picture.

"Oh! It's tenacious! It really is a smile, Momo! How beautiful is the action! Come! Come again! Haha!"

I laughed like a fire.

Zuo Mo in the storm was silent and supported. Just as the fire did not notice, the light that Zuo Mo hangs under his hands is changing little by little.