World of Cultivation

Section 5 is better to kill, can't miss

The sun shines to the extreme, and the dazzling light dispels the night, within a radius of five hundred miles.

Just when people were deeply shocked by this scene, suddenly the little sun exploded without warning, turned into countless roads of fire, dragging a long fire tail, pouring down like a rainstorm.

The entire temple of the sun is shrouded in the rain of the stars.

The crowd could not help but exclaim!

These raging fires are so powerful that even if they look far away, they can feel the horrible power of destroying the earth! If it is smashed, even the ash will not be left!

Boom!

The intensive bang is endless, and the ground trembles violently. The repairers standing on the ground flew into the sky, but at this time, a forceful wave rushed to the front, they only felt that the body was tight, just like being pushed hard by force. Suddenly, I couldn’t stand the shape of my body. Like the dead leaves in the wind, everyone was eclipsed and quickly stabilized. However, with such a blink of an eye, they were pushed away by dozens of feet!

The frightened people looked at the temple again and couldn’t help but take a breath. I saw that the original shimmering shrine had already been completely swallowed up by the dust of the sky, and the bang loud noise loomed from the inside, and the dust raged!

In the end... what the **** is going on?

People are overwhelmed and overwhelmed.

Zuo Mo sighed with a sigh of relief and was so soft. He was merely the power to mobilize the temple, and he almost consumed the power of his body.

I don’t see it when he sees the crowd in the flames, and his heart is very comfortable. Especially the mask assassin, caught in the Gengjin secret environment, was chased by a golden man, and left a big anger.

Mask the kid, enjoy it slowly!

Left Mo smiled and turned and flew.

After tens of thousands of years of consumption, and not added, the power of the temple has been exhausted to the bottom. And there are many places that have failed because of years of disrepair. Although Zuo Mo just activated the last remaining power of the temple, he did not guarantee that he could trap these people.

Especially the three Yuan Ying, the power of their shots, let Zuo Mo scalp numb.

The most powerful of the three Yuan Ying is the old man who is trapped in the dense earth. The entire land is almost completely demolished by him! The guy who guarded the earthy secrets was named Zugui, and his strength was very strong, but he was suppressed by the old man. And the old man seems to be very clear about the layout of this, the shot is very targeted.

This makes Zuo Mo a strong sense of crisis.

He must find the treasures sealed by the temple before these people are entangled, and then quietly leave. Otherwise, not only can the baby not get it, but it will be a problem if he can escape.

However, he also had an advantage. After being recognized by the temple, everything in the temple was printed in his mind. No one was better than him.

He didn't hesitate, and he rushed to the ground. Like a spar, the spirit is desperately stuffed into the mouth to replenish spiritual power. He is hungry and thirsty like a desert that has been dry for a long time. When the medicine of the spirits enters the throat, it turns into a spiritual force and penetrates into various parts of his body.

In his body, spiritual power is quickly transformed into magic and knowledge, and the power in his body is rapidly recovering.

The speed of his flying faster and faster, not long after, the recovery of the magic body of the left Mo, call out the Ming Yi wing, the speed increased sharply, like a golden lightning.

The interior of the shrine is much larger than the outside, and Zuo Mo flies for half an hour before reaching the destination.

In front of him is a door that is as high as nine feet. The door was cast from bronze, and it was so thick. The center of the door was a bright day. Around this round of the sun, ten golden scorpions spread their wings.

The face of Zuo Mo’s face is excited.

Shen Chang’s heart is anxious.

Just when the sky suddenly burst into the sky, he snorted in his heart. The worst situation has happened! Sun tribe descendants! Actually, there are really descendants of the Sun tribe!

If it was just a guess before, then everything that happened now confirms his guess.

It is not a descendant of the Sun tribe. It is absolutely impossible to control the Temple of the Sun. Moreover, the other party is very likely to have the direct blood of the Sun Tribe!

If this news is passed out, I wonder if it will cause a great uproar!

The descendants of ancient tribes have always been the object of scruples by the major sects. As soon as it is discovered, it will be removed immediately. At this point, the various sects of the Four Kingdoms Kunlun have maintained a surprising tacit understanding. It is precisely because of the cleansing for thousands of years that the ancient blood has long since disappeared.

And once the first tribal sun tribe, it is the most important thing to clear, how can there be a fish that slips through the net?

Looking at the opposite side of the sand couple once again formed, Shen Chang's old face is gloomy, this is the sixth time.

The ancestral ancestor Zugui, who is a densely-earthed land, is a sand tribe from one of the nine earth tribes. Although they have found a way to deal with them, it will not be easy to break the other party for a while. Maybe Zugui was not a strongman at the time, but nowadays, he is definitely among the best players! What's more, in this dense land, the strength of Zugui can be fully exerted.

The head told him that if he met Zugui and broke his body to the thirteenth time, there would be a fatal chance!

But thirteen times...

Is time still too late?

Shen Chang’s heart is full of sorrow.

The mask assassin is very embarrassed, and the guy in front of him is very vulnerable to flying swords. He tries his best to leave a wound on the other side. If you know the blink of an eye, it will be restored.

"Be careful, this guy is a silver tribe!" The middle-aged man shouted in the back, his face anxious.

The two figures in the air are like two lightning bolts.

"Grandma's, suffocating!" The middle-aged man couldn't help but scream: "The Sun Horde still has a fish that slips through the net? Slag! It's too slag! It has been cleared for thousands of years, it has not been cleaned up, what is broken, every **** All are big colander!"

His mouth is awkward, and his heart is anxious.

Where did he think that there really is a sun descendant? At that time, the god-minded guy patted his chest and assured him that there was absolutely no sun descendant, and he ran over to get a handful.

According to the means that this guy never lost in the past, he believed, hired a mask assassin, and ran away. I know that a sudden disappearance of a sun descended from the sun, they are still trapped in the Gengjin secret.

What is a bad luck?

This is!

The strength of the mask assassin is not to be said, but it depends on what happens. In the eyes of this hard knife and hard gun, the mask assassin is the least good at fighting. It is a place where people are secretly hiding, and hiding in stealth, it is completely unworkable in a secret environment.

This is the blood mold that will fall for a few years will fall to such a point!

Middle-aged man wants to cry without tears!

Zuo Mo’s hand was pressed on the bronze door, and the sun’s crystal seeds in the body slammed into the heat. A stream of heat flowed out of the sun, from the arm of Zuo Mo, into the bronze door.

The sun pattern on the bronze door illuminates.

The bronze door that has been closed for tens of thousands of years is slowly open, and the world behind it is presented to him a little bit.

Zuo Mo took a deep breath and lifted his legs toward the door.

The door is not too big, here the priest's house is the place where the priests live. In ancient times, the status of the priest was extremely honorable because of the need for sacrifice. They are in status, they are only lower than the totem strong, and they are also in charge of the daily affairs of the tribe, which can be described as high weight.

The priest's house is the most important area in every temple.

Zuo Mo did not stop and walked straight inwards. Some primitive and primitive objects can be seen along the road, but Zuo Mo did not stop. These utensils seem to be complete, but as soon as they are blown, they will turn into fly ash and disappear without a trace. For tens of thousands of years, ordinary artifacts are impossible to survive.

Although the weight is high, the layout of the priest's house has no sense of luxury, and it is a common artifact.

Passing through the daily life of the priest, Zuo Mo came to the priest in the depths of the priestly temple.

The festival room is small, and the layout is also very simple. There is a bronze table in the middle. When Momo came in, he was attracted by something on the bronze table.

It is a golden leaf.

This leaf is the only thing in the room that is free of dust. It releases a faint golden light, flickering, like a baby's breath.

When I saw it, I knew that it was not a product, my heart was overjoyed, and I quickly picked it up.

When the leaves start, Jin Mang disappears and reveals the original appearance. The whole leaf is like the size of a palm, just like gold, but the texture is vivid and there is no trace of artificial carving.

There is an intuition in the left, and this gold leaf is not an artificial thing, but a natural thing.

The fool also knows that this gold leaf is not ordinary goods, time is urgent, Zuo Mo also refuses to look carefully, and quickly put it into the ring. Looking up and glanced at the dusty bronze gold statue on the table, he left hesitant and swept it into the ring.

Holding the determination to kill, can not be missed, left Molian bronze table has not let go, directly into the ring.

There are two rows of bronze cabinets next to the bronze table. The cabinets are full of decaying things, and they must have been piled up before. Zuo Mo is not too dirty, and his actions begin to fumble.

He feels that as long as there is no decaying thing, it is a good thing.

Tens of thousands of years of age, is a pig knife, not a good thick pig, can not survive.

Not to mention, he really got something.

A tortoise shell with smoked traces, seven unidentified monsters' fangs, and a scarred short wooden stick.

Zuo Mo was greatly encouraged, and without saying anything, even the two rows of bronze cabinets were not let go, directly into the ring.

It’s a pity that the door is too big to be removed...

Zuo Mo did not regret the mouth.

I looked around and decided that there was no omission. Zuo Mo left the festival.

Searched in my mind, the next target quickly entered the field of vision

- He immediately boiled!