World of Cultivation

The 406th magical technique

Zuo Mo did not immediately enter the Temple of the Sun.

It is rare for him to easily rush into this kind of thing, even if there is a pile of magic spar in front, in his view, the world’s most loss-making business is a lost life.

He needs time to digest, no matter what his mind is left to him, or his inexplicable power. When the three forces disappeared, the power of God became the only force he could rely on. If the paste was confused, the bones would not stay. The Temple of the Sun is not a peaceful and peaceful garden. On the contrary, it is in danger. Even if he has a younger brother who left his mind, he can't guarantee absolute safety.

Zuo Mo pays attention to the power of God, and soon he has a new discovery.

Around his body, there was a faint "meaning", which was like a mist, surrounded by the body of Zuo Mo. The left is not to think of the hood of the beast, this thing and the virtual cover is a bit like. Starting from the four-beats, there will be a layer of hood around the body, which is the most important sign of the demon from the low-end.

Is it also the existence of a similar monster?

Zuo Mo’s heart is guilty.

These "intentions" around his body do not seem to be controlled by Zuo Mo, no matter what method they use to try to control them, they are indifferent. However, it is not without its benefits, and Zuo Mo can feel the change of any point around it more clearly.

This is not the same as insight into the gods. Within the scope of the cover of the gods, the insight into the left, the insight is more of the flow of power, such as spiritual power, such as the magic body. But all the things in this "virtual cover" range, even a fine dust, will involuntarily come to his mind.

Zuo Momin sharply perceives the difference between the two, and his mind has a faint hunch, he may have enough to master this layer of "virtual cover"!

This kind of hunch made him very excited.

The "virtual cover" is an accessory to the power of God, and the power of the **** itself is more a surprise to Zuo Mo.

power!

Strong power!

The power of divine power far exceeds any of the forces of the three forces!

Zuo Mo is still unable to freely push the power of God, but even so, the power of the power of God still makes Zuo Mo very excited! I knocked on the rock with a punch, no loud noise, no spattering gravel slag, Zuo Mo’s right fist inserted the knife into the tofu, deeply into the rock!

Pulling out the fist, the rock suddenly appeared a fist-sized deep pit.

One foot!

A whole deep!

If you can cut the rock, you will find a straight pit with a fist size and a depth of about one foot.

Zuo Mo took a breath of cold air, and immediately showed a ecstasy color that was difficult to contain!

This punch seems normal, but it has an unusual mystery. The depth of a foot is enough to show that the power of this boxing is great, and it can be compared with Feijian. The straight and vertical pit shape of the upper and lower sides shows that the power of this punch is concentrated in one point, but not in the slightest!

Zuo Mo knows how terrible this is!

Even with the big magical body, he can't do this.

He looked at his hands and suddenly caught it.

White, smooth, slender, like a woman's palm, this is his own palm? No mistakes! There is something awkward on the left. He remembers very clearly that his own palm was as bright as steel and shiny.

This hand is too damn! Not only does the skin change, the entire palm is smaller than before.

Left is a bit uncomfortable.

In contrast, he prefers that the previous ones are full of power and style, and that is the man's palm.

Does divine power change even its own appearance?

At the thought of this, the left Mo is a spirit, and quickly took out a golden sword from the ring, and shined on himself through a smooth mirror-like sword.

He was relieved first, but his brow quickly wrinkled.

There is not much change in appearance, but the figure is much thinner than before. In the past, because of the cultivation of the big magic body, his body is well-proportioned, but it gives people a sense of precision. But nowadays, the arrogant momentum has disappeared without a trace, but it has become somewhat...

That's right, it's exquisite!

Zuo Mo’s mood suddenly changed a lot, and the most annoying thing about brother is the little white face!

In fact, from the perspective of the onlookers, Zuo Mo just became a lot of Swen, which not only did not make him ugly, but made him more gentle and temperament.

At present, the premise is that the left is not open.

He is a qualified thug, a good rogue, but definitely not a good young man.

No matter how uncomfortable Zuo Mo is, the changes in the body are not under his control. Did the ancient powers of the past like this tone?

Mother!

Leftly dissatisfied with the belly of the Sun Temple, but he decided not to waste time on this problem.

There are countless treasures waiting for yourself in the temple!

Zuo Mo immediately put the sissy problem behind him, set his heart and tried to find the power.

This groping, he found another unusual place - the sacred light of God has actually penetrated into the power of God.

Zuo Mo was a little surprised, but it was not too nervous. There was only one trace of the sacred light, and it was so pitiful that it was as good as the power of the gods.

These two guys have a bad smell!

Once he is determined to delve into anything, Zuo Mo will soon enter a state of concentration.

He tried the power with all sorts of methods he knew, and gradually he figured out some mysteries. For example, he found that if he inhales spiritual power into the body, spiritual power will quickly be swallowed up by divine power. He will practice the magic body, and it will be the same result. Divine power will take the initiative to absorb strength from his body, which is why his body looks a little thin.

The most exciting thing is that he found that spiritual power is indeed controllable.

Zuo Mo found the answer from Qing Teng. Although "Qingteng" is a practice practice of the Qingteng tribe, it is also a sacred sect with the Sun tribe, but it is also a divine power, and some basic skills are not much different.

The control of divine power is very complicated. Even basic skills, body, mind, and knowledge have strict requirements.

After studying a few basic techniques, Zuo Mo’s heart is getting more and more strange. Body, meaning, knowledge... Isn't this the control technique of Sanli?

Zuo Mo suddenly realized.

He is not clear about how the power is going, but the power of God is definitely the product of the integration of the three forces, so its control, naturally, should also require three-force control skills.

To understand this, Zuo Mo was greatly encouraged.

But soon he found out the difficulty of this. In other words, that is, he needs to simultaneously transport the magic power, the law, the magic, and the perfect fit of the three, he can control the power.

too difficult!

Only a moment, Zuo Mo is like being fished out of the water, sweating. Losing the support of the magic body, returning to the thin and thin body before, the physical strength can not be said to be good.

In accordance with the requirements of "Qing Teng", Zuo Mo swayed his body awkwardly, like a drunkard drunk, footsteps, unspeakable weird. At the same time, he muttered in his mouth.

"The green vine is burning, the moon is like a bend, the mountains are high and clear, and the peace is good... as the law is like..."

His eyes are wide open, and his mind is desperately sketching a quirky shape like a magic.

I haven't sketched the shape yet, and my foot is inexplicably soft. I can't control it, and I sit on the floor with my ass.

Huh!

Zuo Mo gasped desperately, his eyes straight.

After taking a full rest for half an hour, he slowed down and his eyes recovered.

He finally knows that the power of the gods will disappear!

Such a complicated and difficult thing to play, not to be eliminated before the ghost. He really can't imagine how the ancient powers of the past had tossed up such complicated things.

He has no doubt that the emergence of the three forces, in all likelihood, can not be tempered by the cultivation of divine power. It is to break down the divine power into three parts. Since there is no way to refine it, it will reduce the difficulty and only repair one.

However, what made him cry is that now he has become a divine power. Moreover, the power of nature can engulf other forces, which means that even if he restarts the cultivation of the three forces, he can't repair a star or a half.

damn it!

Zuo Mo's face is iron and blue. The magical technique he has just cultivated, named "Qinghua", is a very basic trick in "Qing Teng". It is said that children around the age of ten can be cultivated.

Ten years old...

Zuo Mo gritted his teeth and read "Qing Teng", looking for simpler content.

Any kind of magical technique contains three aspects: dance, law, and heaven.

The so-called break dance is a very unique body language. In the view of Zuo Mo, it is a crazy dance.

Laws are laws, spells, and movements.

The heavenly sacrifice is the world of communication.

Only when the three meet the perfect fit can they display their skills.

Finally, the hard work pays off, and in the last appendix, Zuo Mo found a simplest skill - "light finger".

The reason why Zuo Mo chose it is very simple, because its break dance only needs to refer to the dance, there is nothing more suitable than this, and he did not leave the fingering.

Sure enough, Zuo Mo, who has the basis of fingering, will soon be able to complete the entire break dance smoothly. Of course, it is also simple, with only three moves.

This has greatly increased the confidence of Zuo Mo.

The law is simple, only one word.

The most difficult thing is the heavenly sacrifice. It took me a whole hour to get to know my heart.

However, Zuo Mo soon discovered that even if he is quite skilled in all three parts, it is not so simple to cooperate. The situation of losing oneself has occurred from time to time, and the three are always unable to achieve a perfect fit.

Zuo Mo is not discouraged. Whatever he fails is commonplace for him.

He practiced over and over again and again.

The sweat on his forehead slid down his neck. His poor physical strength once again made him feel tired and long-lost, but he still insisted on his teeth.

The finger changes quickly, pointing to the rock not far away, and the mouth is clear: "Broken!"

The eyes are round and the heavenly sacrifice is completed in an instant!

The power of the body is moving.

boom!

A muffled sound, left a glimpse.

Successful? Is it successful?

When his gaze looked at the place where the sound had just been made, the pupils were round and round, and the people stayed where they were.

A stone cave about one foot in diameter appeared in front of him.

Zuo Mo subconsciously went to the entrance of Shidong, a hole higher than him, which made him a little embarrassed. The inner wall of the stone cave is as smooth as a knife, and the inside is black and lacquered. The left is like a demon.

One foot, two feet, three feet...

Twenty feet, the depth of the hole is 20 feet!