World of Cultivation

The fifty-sixth section of the group of white lambs!

Boom!

The dull drum sound suddenly came from the depths of the temple. This drum sound was strange and strange, and it was straightforward. Where the drum sounds passed, everyone's blood and muscles were uncontrollable, and they suddenly trembled.

A dead silence.

All the movements, all the sounds, disappeared after this drum sound.

Everyone involuntarily stops all movements, deflects their eyes, and looks deep into the temple. The crowd was shocked by the sudden and full of the drums of the strange power, and the three Yuan Yingying, who was about to die and die, was full of shock.

A majestic force came from the depths of the temple with this drum sound.

Their faces faded in an instant.

This power is vast, blazing, like a rushing magma, like a fierce sea of ​​fire.

Suddenly someone screamed and broke this dead silence.

When they heard the screams, everyone turned their heads, and they saw an amazing scene.

A golden light beam, falling straight down from the top of the head, is like a golden sword, piercing the boundless darkness.

The brilliance of all the fascinating arrays is bleak in front of this golden beam. It is so blazing and so dazzling that it is impossible to look straight.

Under the light column, the left arms are wide open, as if to embrace this light. Zuo Mo, shrouded in a golden beam, has a golden ray of light. Under the blazing light, the bronze mask is extremely dark and deep, like a dark shadow of unfathomable darkness.

The rich golden light sprinkled on the open arms of the left, like a thick gold liquid, flowing along his arms.

Jin Guang collected from the fingers of Zuo Mo, slowly gathered, grown, turned into a drop of gold liquid, and finally fell uncontrollably. The gold liquid leaves the finger, and in the process of dripping, the outer layer of the gold liquid is continuously dissipated into a little golden awning, like a golden comet.

A lot of gold liquid drips down the left arm's arms, and brings up hundreds of golden broken awnings, like the neatly arranged golden feathers.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

From the beginning to the end, surrounded by the middle of the left Mo, in addition to attracting these repairers first look, no one has cast a second eye on him. No matter from which point of view, this guy with a bronze mask is the best in the middle of the world, washing the lambs that are placed on the cutting board for slaughter. Maybe the person who raises the knife will be different, but the lamb will only be the lamb.

Zuo Mo was ignored and ignored by everyone.

Until this beam of light descended from the sky, people were shocked that things were not as simple as they thought.

Shen Wuhai’s first reaction came over and angered: “Kill him!”

Boom!

Another drum sound that trembled into the bones, interrupted the impatience of Shen Wuhai, ignored the layers of defense of the people, and directly knocked on the deepest part of their hearts.

The temperature of the temple rises rapidly, and the air is burning as if it were a little.

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

The drums sounded one after another, becoming more and more urgent and more and more dense.

The crowd suddenly found out that they seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force, no matter how they motivated their spirits, they couldn’t even score their fingers. Every drum beat, their body will be uncontrollable and trembled. After several consecutive sounds, everyone will be **** and his face will be red and red.

The eyes of everyone turned from shock to fear.

Shen Wuhai never imagined that there was such a change, and he regretted not killing the masked guy from the beginning, and he would fall into such a desperate situation.

If he had a skeptical mask before he was a Sun descendant, he is now completely sure of his identity.

Drums, beams, and the power of imprisonment are the power of the temple.

This power is so powerful that it is desperate!

But Shen Wuhai is still not desperate, he is still struggling. Among all of them, he knows the most about the temple. This power is powerful and unmatched, full of domineering, and glory, without a trace.

It is like the blazing sun of the sky, which makes people unable to look at it.

However, Shen Wuhai is not willing to take advantage of this. This power is indeed difficult to resist, but under this awesome and unparalleled hegemony, he perceives the taste of burning at all costs.

This temple, which is coming to the end, is burning the last brilliance.

As long as... as long as it can persist until it burns...

Can usher in a glimmer of life!

As long as there is a vitality, he has the confidence to be anti-customer. Even if the other party is a descendant of the sun, he does not believe that the other person can master the temple.

Because of divine power!

Even if it is a descendant of the sun, it is impossible to cultivate divine power. Nowadays, there is no soil of divine power, and all methods of cultivation of divine power are annihilated in the dust of history. Without the power of God, he can get the recognition of the temple, but there is absolutely no way to control the temple.

This is just the last self-struggling of this temple.

Shen Wuhai calmed down.

Suddenly, his eyes were stagnant and stiff.

I saw that the bronze man suddenly moved, under the mask in the shadows, and came to the quaint tone. His body, like a snake, twisted in a weird posture.

The golden dragonfly made up of broken golden awns swayed with the hands of Zuo Mo, and made an obscure trajectory in the air.

An extremely strange force, like the ripples that popped up, spread out.

Shen Wuhai, who just calmed down, looked like a ghost and looked at Zuo Mo.

This...this...this...

Divine power!

This is divine power!

Divine power... How could it be... How could it be!

Shen Wu, who can’t move, can’t have a blank brain. This amazing discovery is like a blue sky. Straight Lara blows up in his mind!

This is his last thought.

A ray of light descended from the sky and shrouded him. He felt that his eyes were shining and he lost consciousness.

Dozens of beams of light were shot from above the temple, and each person was covered by a beam of light. The repairer covered by the beam, no matter how high or low, the expression solidified, like a puppet.

Zuo Mo stopped his body, and the golden awns on his body were much weaker, and the faintness almost disappeared.

"Hey...hey!"

The hoarse laughter came out from under the mask, but in a twinkling of an eye it turned into a cold air. Zuo Mo slammed his mouth, he wanted to laugh, but every muscle was sore, even the muscles of his gang were sore, a little twitching, it was painful.

But even if it was almost falling apart, and there was soreness everywhere, it could not reduce the pride and pleasure in his heart.

What is more ecstatic than the reversal in desperation?

Looking at the guys in front of them like a clay sculpture, the left can't help but scream and scream.

These beams are the protective force of the temple. They are able to fix the enemy's body shape and deprive the enemy of their consciousness. When Zuo Mo felt the volatility from the altar, he involuntarily thought of the obscure things he got from the altar. Zuo Mo, who was in a desperate situation, did not have the choice to pick and choose. He held the idea of ​​a dead horse as a living horse doctor and began to try to communicate with the altar.

Unexpectedly, I was really successful in communicating with him!

Zuo Mo, who communicated successfully, immediately understood why the altar had wavering.

The temple that has been tens of thousands of years of dust has been opened again, directly letting the original remaining power be lost at a faster rate.

There is still a last trace of power in the temple.

If there is no intervention by Zuo Mo, this last piece of power will make the whole temple in the flames as an ashes. The volatility of the altar is the last sign before the death of the temple.

However, Zuo Mo, who communicated successfully with the altar, used the last force of the temple to launch a fatal blow!

The power of the temple is unbeatable, even if this last trace is far from being able to withstand Shen Wuhai.

These beams, called "Golden Wu Forbidden Light", are extremely powerful means of attack in the temple. As long as it is shrouded in gold, it will lose all consciousness and be shaped like a puppet.

However, Jin Wu’s ban on light does not kill the enemy directly, and once the other’s body is hurt, it will wake up from the imprisonment. Yuan Ying, like Shen Wuhai, was so awake that he was enough to kill him. The Temple of the Sun deals with the enemies that are shot by Jin Wu and is usually thrown into the burning of the gods, causing them to suffer from the burning of the flames.

Can't kill these guys...

There was some regret on the left, but his eyes turned and he quickly laughed, of course, with some snorting.

He resisted his body and moved to Shen Wuhai.

Seeing Shen Wu, who was a puppet, his eyes were greedy and hot, and he began to explore on Shen Wuhai without hesitation.

Lingjia, ring, magic weapon...

The excitement and joy of the harvest directly let the left Mo forget the pain of the body. He used his skillful methods to sharply remove Shen Wuhai.

It’s really clean... even the last piece of fig leaf, left no one left.

This is really good!

The sinister left Mo, immediately beamed his eyes.

Luxury and luxury!

The five-product flow cloud and the mixture of blood and bird feathers are carefully woven. There are three kinds of symbols of "warm-up", "strong" and "lasting". Just sell two hundred five-crystal spar, no problem!

Two hundred five-star spar!

Really can't blame my brother!

Zuo Momei opened his eyes and smiled, and the technique became more and more interesting.

These people are not famous masters, they are one big tycoon, which one is not rich in oil? Zuo Mo can't take a closer look, only to bury his head and stripe his clothes.

Dead sea bamboo, yin and yang non-polar beads...

His movements are extremely fast, and he is not the first to do a similar business, and his natural efficiency is amazing.

The poor mask assassin could not escape. He did not escape from the injury, but quietly approached, lurking in the dark, with the intention of being able to strike at a critical time.

The Temple of Naihe recognized the enemy in the entire temple except for Zuo Mo, the mask assassin could not escape, and was also shot by Jin Wu.

For this guy who almost killed himself, Zuo Mo was gnashing his teeth, and he did not say that he was stripped of his light. The mask of the other party’s signature has naturally not fallen.

Soon, there was only a group of white and swaying immortals in the temple, which were as clean as a group of shaved white lambs.

"It’s spectacular!"

Zuo Mo was full of emotions and smugly fleeing, and Jin Wu’s time for banned light could not last long.