World of Cultivation

Who is the Mozu...

The main responsibility of Nori is to manage the logistics, but he is no stranger to the battle. In fact, among the cruelly competitive demons, those who do not understand the battle cannot survive.

The Mozu advocates strength, and they will be instilled with the concept of fighting supremacy from a young age. All things, status, wealth, magic, family hopes, etc., need to be acquired through battle. This is a long battle from a young age. It is cruel and bloody. Those who survived this battle and can make achievements are the elites of the Mozu.

Wild Ling is such an elite, even if he is only responsible for logistics, even if he has not participated in the battle for many years, but this instinct will never degenerate.

The other's demon-style fighting style made him amazed, and he quickly returned to calm. Years of tempering in the military allowed him to calmly respond to any situation.

His position is different from that of Zuo Mo, who is located in the center of the entire battlefield.

This is a fairly rare station.

The Mozu advocates directness and violence, and their warriors are often at the forefront of the battlefield, just like the sharpest of the front! This will maximize the power of the entire war, and send out the strongest attack!

It is like the position of Zuo Mo at this time.

Wild Ling’s heart could not help but feel a bit strange. As an authentic Mozu, his position is not like the Mozu, but like the repairer and the Yaozu, and the other party is obviously a repairer, but it is the most mainstream and typical Mozu station.

Who is the Mozu?

This ridiculous thought flashed away in his heart.

But he quickly converges, and the power of the silk is echoing him. Everything around it suddenly became more and more clear than ever before, and it felt like a seed, growing rapidly in his heart!

Really familiar feeling!

Inexplicably, his heart gently felt, cold and silent for many years in the cold blood, the youthful war and passion were awakened, his eyes became dark and foggy.

His body was transformed into a cloud of smoke that melted into the air.

Almost at the same time, every of his Mozu soldiers’ eyes were stained with blood, and they were bright red!

Silent and uninteresting, killing the sky!

""Fog Hand"!" The holy smile on Wei's face suddenly condensed, showing amazement.

"what?"

Zuo Mo did not dare to care about it. In the blink of an eye, the other team’s team seemed to suddenly expand, and the imposing manner of the heavens gave him great oppression.

"A very interesting magical work." Pu Yao's voice suddenly inserted in, but the tone was filled with a taste of gloating: "I saw Xiaoweizi that year, oh, that period of time. It’s so sad!”

Pu Yao dragged her long tail and screamed, seemingly remembering the past years.

Xiaoweizi...

The smile on the face of the guard is harder.

When I heard the words of Pu Yao, Zuo Mo suddenly had a bad premonition: "It's amazing?"

"Great?" Pu Yao's mouth slightly raised, shaking his head again and again: "No no no! It is not very good, just very interesting, haha..."

Seems to think of something, Pu Yao laughed, mad crazy like a knife-like laughter, echoing in the left and the sea.

Wei's face is getting worse.

The feeling of being uncomfortable in Zuo Mo’s heart is even stronger. Is it a hard battle?

"Isn't the wild diamonds know how?" The adjutant was full of worries: "The other party bet on the wilderness of the wild, and the team sent is definitely not weak..."

The aunt's embarrassment all the way, so that the winter is finally reaching the limit, he interrupted impatiently: "Wispy does not have to worry about you!"

"but……"

Seeing the worry of his deputy's face, when winter thought about it, he decided to say something: "Don't look down on Wild Ling. He cultivated the "Fog Hand"."

"Ah!" The adjutant was shocked and opened his mouth and could put an egg in it. After a long time, he only came back to God, stuttering and asking: ""Fog Hand"? Scorpio! The wilderness of Wild Ling actually practiced "Fog Hand"!"

An officer in charge of logistics, even practicing "Fog Hand", this is too crazy!

When the winter was silent for a while, suddenly there was no head and no words: "It’s a pity, if the fog is magic..."

The adjutant was a glimpse, but this time he quickly understood.

Suddenly, when winter looked up, the blue eyes picked up slightly, and the hand caught the edge of the waist.

Looking down from the sky, the entire demon army stopped without warning, and the whole process was neat and uniform, without a trace of confusion.

In front of them, an army is floating quietly in the air.

When he was holding the blade of the blade, he looked cold and cold, his back was straight, and he walked slowly toward the front.

At every step, his momentum has climbed. When he walked to the front, it was like pulling out of the sheath, and the sharp edge of the dragonfly was exposed to the air without any reservation.

The blade is out of the sheath!

Pointing to the front!

When the grandson saw the action of winter, the corner of his mouth could not be slightly bent. The calmness of the lake was not a little sign, and it suddenly boiled.

The shy smile suddenly added a touch of madness and unabashed appreciation.

After the other party perceives his intentions, the lone army is bold and deep, and the blade points directly to the island. The act of light won the respect of the little girl.

In the discovery of the speed advantage of the Suzaku camp, the other side is rushing at full speed, leaving no effort. This seemingly adventurous action greatly weakened the advantage of the local operations of the Suzaku Camp and forced the Suzaku Camp to fight with it.

Really a good opponent!

The wind blows the messy hair before the forehead, and the joy and excitement of the opponent are constantly under the impact of the tide, and the neck of Gongsun’s poor floats a blush.

God knows like a spider web.

"let's start!"

Fog hand position?

No one left to ask, and Wild Ling launched an attack.

call!

A group of fog blasted in the magic army, and the wind rose, and the eyes spread in the blink of an eye. Thousands of demons, quickly swallowed by the fog, disappeared without a trace.

The fog is tumbling, like a huge monster squirming.

The left is like a big enemy, the reaction of Pu Yao and Wei just now shows the other side's power.

However, when the battle started, Zuo Mo would leave other miscellaneous thoughts behind.

Staring at the fog, like staring at a prey, the left eye is fierce. Focusing on the battle, there is no fear or hesitation in the heart of the left.

I don't know if it is the stimulation of Pu Yao and Wei. The spirit of Zuo Mo is very concentrated. The power of the great-day magic body is eager to try inside him, while at the same time, spiritual power and spirituality flow spontaneously.

After the cultivation of divine power, the connection between the three forces became closer, and the whole body was moved.

But Zuo Mo’s attention is not on his own, his attention is all behind him!

If you are in the void, there are countless candlelights behind you, just like the stars.

Every bitterness is like a candlelight, they follow the rhythm of their heartbeat and jump! The two brightest candlelights should be Shulong and Awen.

Two thousand candle fires, beating at the same frequency.

The power of the silk is gathered between them.

Power and killing are constantly being injected, and Zuo Mo feels that his body is like an inflated balloon, and the cold killing and devastating power constantly hit his heart.

"kill!"

Zuo Mo’s shackles were mixed with a bit of pain, and a palm shot toward the black mist!

"kill!"

The hardships roared in unison, and at the same time!

The smoky smoky smog that was smashed into the air was collected in the right palm of Zuo Mo.

The Japanese pattern in the palm of the left is suddenly lit up.

Unlike the dazzling golden light of the weekdays, it is a horrible deep dark red!

Japanese pattern palm!

Hey!

Screaming screaming, ringing from all sides!

The dark red pattern that flew out was separated from the left hand, and the air and spiritual power within a radius of ten miles were madly stirred. The sky seemed to be dyed with a layer of dark red, and the temperature in the air rose rapidly.

"Japanese pattern palm! Big day magic body!"

Wild Ling almost lost his voice and exclaimed. Zuo Mo smeared black on the magical magic body, but as a real demon, Wilding is familiar with all kinds of famous magical creatures.

When he saw this dark red day, the whole person almost went crazy.

He was surprised by the fact that the black scorpion was killed and the Mozu was standing, not affected by the magic grass.

But when he saw this pattern, he was completely in chaos.

My king is on!

Japanese pattern palm...this...this is really a Japanese pattern palm...

Big Day Magic Body, School Ranking Magic Body ranked second!

One of the six variations of the Japanese pattern palm, the big day magic body!

But... isn't the magic of the big day only those who have the most precious blood, can they cultivate?

When can the repairer practice the big magic body? Has the repairer begun to popularize the magical body?

Who is the Mozu...

and many more!

Mozu... Is the other party also a Mozu!

Ye Ling was shocked by this crazy and daring idea that popped up. He was like a lightning bolt!

Mozu!

That's right, it's the Mozu!

Only the Mozu can cultivate the magic body. Wild Ling has always been very concerned about the news from the front line. He never found that the repairer began to cultivate the magic body. The only thing that is close to the magic body is the meditation of the repairer, but the two sides still have fundamental differences.

He is 10,000 percent sure that this is the magic of the big day, and it is the magic of the big day! Daji Magic's cultivation difficulty is as horrible as it is in the school's ranking, and its six variations are even worse!

This is not a Zen trick!

The dark red day pattern twitches the air and spiritual powers of the ten-mile radius!

Surrounded by layers of black smoke like a finely divided blade, it is the most pure Mozu killing.

That's right... he didn't read it wrong!

Ye Ling was intimidated by his own idea.

Mozu?

The Mozu who live in the realm of comprehension?

Flowing in the realm of comprehension, with incomparable noble blood, painstakingly formed a demon army!

Oh, my king is on!