World of Cultivation

Section 420 is normal

Once this crazy idea is produced, it will firmly occupy the whole mind.

All the distractions were thrown aside by him. In fact, at such a critical moment, he could find a possible way to make him put all the bets on him. He had no choice!

The five elements of glass beads are in danger and may be swallowed up by the big day flames at any time. The five elements of the glass beads are his last barrier. Once it is swallowed by the big day flame, the crazy big day flame will immediately drown him.

Zuo Mo’s eyes were red.

He swells all the power left in the body, and at the same time displays the six changes of the big magic body!

The uncontrollable big-day flame hula hung up and completely shrouded his figure. The golden flame pattern of a circle is distinct, but it beats at the same frequency, just like a golden rainbow. It is extremely charming.

But Zuo Mo did not feel the beauty of the big day flame, his power is rapidly disappearing.

The entangled gods and spiritual powers scattered into countless shares, like rain waterfalls, scattered into every corner of his body. They are like rain silk, quickly infiltrating into the flesh and blood of Zuo Mo.

boom!

Zuo Mo only felt that the body seemed to suddenly blast, and his brain was blank!

At the same time, the large sunbursts that shrouded the left Moss stopped beating, and the five rows of glass beads in the body stopped rotating. At this moment, all the activities in the body of Zuo Mo disappeared, and the time seemed to be still.

Snapped!

A slight crackle broke the strange silence. The inside of his left foot suddenly bursts without warning, but the blood fog of the slap is bound by an invisible force, forming a blood-sized bead.

Hey!

A series of bursting sounds like broken bamboo, and many places in the left Monet constantly burst. A series of blood beads spread rapidly along the legs of Zuo Mo.

Meridian, joints, organs...

Oh...

Zuo Mo’s spine sounded like a fried bean, and his body trembled, but the big day flame was like a frozen ice, motionless.

When the last **** bead appeared in the eyebrows of Zuo Mo, his body calmed down again.

There is no sadness and no joy in his face, and his face is indifferent.

hiss!

The violent big day flames were quickly inhaled into the body. As soon as they inhaled into the body, they turned into thirty-six scorpions and scattered into thirty-six blood beads.

Yin Hong's blood beads are stained with a layer of gold powder, and a golden light is added.

The six changes of the big-day magic body dissipated like an avalanche. The armor and various magic weapons on his body were simultaneously turned into fly ash. The only thing that was preserved was the ring on his hand.

Zuo Mo in the sandstorm, this time is like an ordinary person who has not cultivated, and there is no smell at all. The only thing that can make people feel astonished is his eyes, the eyes that are indifferent to the slightest fluctuations.

The violent sandstorm, but never able to approach his surroundings.

A square foot, silence is like death.

The geek stared at the left Mo, as if the left Mo had a flower on his face, and the gray eyes were rare and showed a few thoughts.

I don't know how long it took, when Zuo Mo returned to Qingming, he saw countless eyes full of concern.

"Why are you looking at me?" Zuo Mo subconsciously, suddenly feeling cold, he looked down, his face brushed red. At the speed of lightning speed, he quickly took out a set of clothes from the ring and covered it.

What is this scenario?

He was dizzy in his mind, what happened? Suddenly he recalled the scene before, his face changed abruptly, sandstorm! That's right! I was in the sandstorm just now!

Are you not in trouble?

How is this going?

Zuo Mo's face changed slightly, and he quickly checked his body.

When the body is empty, there seems to be no difference in peacetime, but when Zuo Mo tries to mobilize the power, his face can't help but change again!

How could this be?

Spirituality, knowledge, and flesh and blood are completely blended together!

This this!

In the past, his spiritual power was like a stream flowing in a stream, and it was very mobilized. However, now the spiritual power is like a layer of oil film stuck to the flesh and blood bones. It is thick and thick, and the flow is extremely slow.

The gods, like the invisible fog, are now like a big net running through him, countless tiny branches, extending into every flesh and blood of his body.

The most amazing thing is his body!

The overbearing big-day flame is not suspended in Dantian as it used to be, but it is infiltrated into his body and blood. This made his flesh and blood seem to be coated with a layer of gold.

This... What is the situation?

Left to stay like a chicken!

"Teacher, isn't it?" Wei Sheng saw the surprised expression on his left and asked quickly. Several of them have benefited a lot from this sandstorm, but the situation in Zuo Mo seems to have been wrong, everyone is worried.

Zuo Mo returned to see the fears that appeared on his face. He smiled and said: "It's okay!"

Listening to the left Mo said nothing, everyone can not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The crowd dissipated, and the left eye of the left eye suddenly saw the innocent corpse on the side, and moved in the heart, and rushed toward the other side.

Under the feet, as usual, let the eye look like a sudden flower!

He was scared, still didn't understand what was going on, slammed, and seemed to hit something, his eyes were dark.

Left Mo Yan!

Countless fine sands got into his mouth, and he reacted to where he was!

I am actually in the sand!

There is no need for him to mobilize his knowledge, and everything around him is clearly introduced into his heart. He is really in the sand! I actually planted it into the sand!

How is this going?

He couldn't understand, but his hands were subconsciously trying to break free from the sand. I know that his hands are still not working, his body is like a rocket, and he is flying dozens of feet high.

In the air, Zuo Mo let him fall from him with countless golden sands. He looked blank.

Who can know him, what is going on?

The face of the left face was like a rock falling from the air. When he was about ten feet away from the ground, he still didn't figure out what was going on, but he also knew that he was definitely a ghost of his own physical changes.

Let’s go ahead.

This idea has just emerged, and Zuo Mo is a flower in front of him. He will see it again, he is already on the ground!

There are ghosts!

Left Mo is a spirit!

"Adults have a great harvest this time!" Xie Shan looked up and admired.

"The grown-up is really talented!" Zong Ru's hands and hands, look devout: "I didn't even see the figure of the adult! It's really terrible!"

"I didn't see it too!" Xie Shan had the same feeling. He turned his face and asked Wei Sheng: "Wei Shi, have you seen it?"

Wei Sheng shook his head. He didn't talk. He thought about the action of Zuo Mo, and his heart flashed a sigh! In his vision, there is only a very pale shadow!

This is impossible!

Wei Sheng almost screamed, knowing that he captures the position of the other party, not just relying on the eyes, but the sword! In his cognition, no matter what speed, it is impossible to be faster than the sword!

But just... his sword is not able to keep up with the speed of the younger brother!

what does this mean? Wei Sheng cold sweat squats down! Once the sword can't keep up with the speed of the opponent, you can't lock the opponent, and even if the lock can't be completed, then the public opinion attack!

What happened to the younger brother? In the end what happened?

Zuo Mo bowed his back, carefully lifted his foot and carefully lowered his footsteps, just like the sand under his feet was a fragile baby.

The eyes of all the people around have become weird, and the adult looks like a lame duck!

Zuo Mo did not notice the eyes of other people. All his attention was on his own legs, and he could focus almost exclusively on embroidery.

So he walked to the front of the strange body with a deep foot and left, and Momo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"What am I going to do?" Zuo Mo asked.

You have fooled them all over here, and dragged Xiaoye into the water. Now, you can’t even say a word!

The blame squinted his head: "What is going on?"

Left Mo's eyes wide open: "My body! What's going on with my body?"

The blame cleaned his eyes up and down and said: "Your body is normal."

Left Mo almost vomiting blood, normal? This is also called normal? What was the body of Xiaoye before? unusual?

Seeing the look of the corpse, Zuo Mo couldn’t help but sigh. Think about it too. I’m pinning my hopes on an antique that was tens of thousands of years ago. It’s an idiot! Tens of thousands of years, enough brains to break down several reincarnations!

However, Zuo Mo thought that there are still two old antiques in his body. The antiques of thousands of years ago are more normal than the antiques of tens of thousands of years ago!

When he suddenly remembered the fire burning, he could not seem to call the Pu Yao. Thinking of this, he jumped in his heart and quickly called for the Pu Yao in the sea of ​​knowledge.

When Zuo Mo saw a puffy face, but suddenly felt unremarkable.

However, the words of Pu Yao made him feel uncomfortable.

"I know what you want to ask." Pu Yao looks dignified: "The change in your body is an extremely rare phenomenon. I saw it for the first time. God, spirituality, flesh and blood can coexist, but like this, I have not seen."

Zuo Mo’s heart was cold.

Wei’s face is also dignified: “I’m sorry, I saw it for the first time.”

Zuo Mo looks like earth.

However, Wei Hao is an old antique older than Pu Yao. He hesitated and said: "I suspect that your current situation seems to be similar to that of ancient practitioners."

When the Pu Yao stunned, it immediately revealed the stunned color: "Yes! Isn't this the case of the ancient practitioners? The ancient practitioners, they have no spiritual power, gods and magic bodies!"

Ancient times...

Although Wei and Pu Yao are only guessing, but Zuo Mo did not think of the words that the geek just said, his face was white!

An old antique tens of thousands of years ago said that he was normal...

That means - in the eyes of the blame, he is like him!