World of Cultivation

The fifth hundred and forty-fifth gravel

Hanging Temple breaks the cold mountain world!

This news, through the sound of the Gui, quickly spread throughout the four days. A chaotic four-day sky, suddenly morale. This is the first demon world in the four days. This news greatly exceeded many people's expectations. They originally thought that the first game would start, and there would be Kunlun hands, or Tianhuan. No one thought that it was a hanging temple.

The low-key of the Hanging Temple, which is anti-weekly, has won the top spot with unexpected strength.

Jiang Zhe, who led the victory, also became the hottest battle of the whole four worlds with this victory!

Dongzi was soaked in a black medicine pot, and the black ink-like liquid exuded a strange medicinal fragrance. Kazhuo constantly throws the prepared materials into the medicine pool.

The gravel town is remote and poor, so there is no good material. In order to purchase these materials, Kazhuo ran for a while before buying it. This is still carefully selected, and found some common materials before they are configured.

I have to say that the drug solution configured by Zuo Mo is very effective. The medicinal transpiration, Dongzi body, a dark green magic pattern gradually emerged, especially his arms, almost completely wrapped by magic lines, the magic lines of this part are the most fine and clear, a lot of fine hairline outlines A complex pattern of styles and monsters looks far like a tattoo.

"Highland crepe, this is the highland crepe?" Caro gaze obsessively staring at the tattoo on the East, as a caller, his obsession with the magic is almost an instinct. Although Zuo Mo has already taught him the highland crepe, he has long been familiar with his heart, but when he sees the real thing, he still can't help but be obsessed.

Zuo Mo did not interrupt Kazhuo. On the contrary, he quite appreciated Kazhuo. The previous inheritance of Kazhuo did not have any profound content. His level can reach this level, and quite a part is because of his enthusiasm for the magic pattern.

Looking to the east of the medicine pool, Zuo Mo looked slightly loose.

"It looks good." Zuo Mo whispered in the sea.

"Unfortunately, the material is still a little worse." Wei faint, Pu Yao involuntarily snorted on the side.

Zuo Mo knows that Wei is euphemistic and the materials are worse. These materials are basically the lowest-order materials. Even so, all the magical shells of Kazhuo are clean.

"This is no way." Zuo Mo spread his hand, helpless.

Zuo Mo’s bold idea was supported by Wei. This medicine pool was made by Wei’s finger. It is said to be an ancient method of sacrifice.

Pu Yao made a cold cry on the side.

"Kid, you'd better spend more time on your body, or else we will suffer." Pu Yao coldly.

Wei is silent, and on this issue, he is consistent with the position of the Pu Yao.

"The situation is much better than before. I can even move my arms now." Zuo Mo proudly showed off.

"Hey, it’s a very tragic death to smash and die." Pu Yao’s face is ridiculous: "You can move all over the body. It’s a volcano, your body is getting more and more moving, you Either let it cool down or let it vent."

Zuo Moyang raised his eyebrows: "What good way do you think?"

Pu Yao was silent for a moment, and said: "If you export them all out of the body, you have no life. I know there is a magic, you can do it."

"And then? Brother will become the guy who has no power to bind the chicken?" Zuo Mo snorted: "This kind of thing can not do, brother must cure the ghost, but also to clear the world, brother and many more Things to do."

"You don't have much time." Pu Yao's tone has no feelings: "According to your current situation in the body, you can't support it for a long time."

Zuo Mo frowned: "How long is it."

"One month."

The sea is silent, and everyone has no interest in speaking.

Zuo Mo stayed in the arms of the ghost, thinking of some ecstasy. He did not expect that the situation was worse than he had imagined.

"Teacher, can you start?" Kazhuo’s voice interrupted Zuo Mo’s thinking.

Zuo Mo returned to God and glanced at the medicine pool. The water in the medicine pool has become crystal clear and the spirit has been shaken: "Get started."

Kazuo took out the new call-making needle, and the look immediately became solemn and focused.

Zuo Mo’s understanding of the magic pattern far exceeds that of Kazuo, but if he starts his hand, he can’t catch up with Kazhuo. For the first time, Kazhuo engraved the highland crepe, but the action was not born at all, and the clouds were flowing with a unique rhythm, and the elegance was a mess.

The engraving process lasted for a whole day.

Dongzi is covered with intricate and delicate magic lines, like a complex and fascinating tattoo.

Caro is not tired, and his face is rarely exposed to a sense of tension. He closed his eyes, about twenty feet, reopened, and the hazelnuts were as quiet as water.

The caller needle on the hand suddenly gave off a faint black mans, and the black mans wrapped the caller needle. It seems that the card is in the hands of a black mans.

Black mans did not enter the eyebrows of Dongzi.

The painful color appeared on the face of Dongzi, and the whole body trembled fiercely.

"what!"

A low-pitched beast like a beast bursts out of the throat of Dongzi, and the voice is full of pain.

The heart of Zuo Mo suddenly lifted up and looked at the Dongzi who was rolling on the ground. The magic pattern is engraved and activated, but it can not be successful, depending on whether the body of Dongzi can withstand the complete highland crepe.

Must hold on...

Zuo Mo is desperately trying to cheer for Dongzi in his heart.

The blackness of the silk is as if it is born out of thin air, and it is constantly immersed in the magical lines of Dongzi. Dongzi rolled more and more, and the heartbreaking heartbreaking, people can't bear it.

But no matter how he rolled, the magic lines on his body were unaffected. As the black gas absorbed more and more, the magic lines gradually brightened.

At this time, Dongzi became weaker and his body continued to twitch.

Zuo Mo’s eyes were fixed on the magic lines, holding his breath, and his heart was extremely tense.

The magic lines that gradually light up gradually faded down. After a while, they gradually became brighter and gradually darker... like breathing.

After about seven or eight rounds, the magic pattern finally stopped brightening, and the Dongzi at this time did not move on the ground.

The faintly gone magic lines gradually faded, and at the end, they are so invisible to the naked eye. At this time, Dongzi does not seem to have any difference.

Dong Zi’s long breath came, he was like falling asleep.

Zuo Moxin suddenly put down a stone and quickly stopped the Kazhuo who was preparing to go forward: "Let him take a break, don't disturb him."

Kazuo glimpsed, and then stammered and asked: "Is it successful?"

"Yes! Success!" Zuo Mo was full of joy.

About two hours later, Dongzi woke up. He looked around with a blank look, and took the palm of his hand and looked at it. Some confusedly asked Zuo Mo: "Ah, when will you get it for me?"

Seeing the appearance of Dongzi, Zuo couldn’t help but laugh: "Haha, it’s already alright!"

"Well?" Dongzi stayed, raised his palms again, looked at him for a long time, and shook his head: "A left, don't lie to me, obviously still the same as before!"

Zuo Mo did not explain, smiled and said: "Let's go, let's go out, Uncle Anya, they must wait for anxious."

Waiting for the urgency of not only Uncle Anya and his parents, in fact, the residents of the entire town are full of curiosity. It doesn't take a long time to call it, it will take so long. Dongzi is the most talented teenager in the town. He is kind and upright, everyone loves it, and he is full of expectations for his future.

When I saw Dongzi coming out, the town of gravel was sensational.

Everyone went out and went around.

"East son, come out!"

"East son, look at Daxie, how powerful you are now!"

"Dongzi Big Brother..."

Everyone is screaming, where did Dongzi see this scene? Suddenly, they are all overwhelmed. Fortunately, they are all acquaintances in the town. He is not afraid. Soon, Dongzi was crowded into the place where they practiced, and Uncle Anya was pointing out other teenagers to practice.

Uncle Anya saw Dongzi, first of all, but a few eyes, but could not help but reveal the color of doubt. Dongzi looked no different from before. Dongzi’s parents were excited and inexplicable.

"East son, okay?" Uncle Anya asked very implicitly. The things of the magic pattern are somewhat horrifying, only the Uncle Anya and the parents of Dongzi.

Uncle Anya’s prestige in the gravel town was extremely high. He made a noise and the noisy crowd suddenly calmed down.

Dongzi scratched his head in a blank way: "A Zuo said it."

Uncle Anya’s face was quiet and let go of the empty space: “Well, come, try, I will teach you [the gravel 还] remember it.”

[Gravel stone 斩] is the famous trick of Uncle Anya. This set of shackles is quite famous in this area. It was created by Uncle Anja in the past according to the law of the warfare taught by the war department.

"Oh." Dongzi dumbly responded. In fact, he still hasn't figured out what is going on.

However, his ability in this body was taught by Uncle Anya, and he said that he would listen to him.

Zuo Mo is in the arms of the ghost, and his heart is full of expectations, and Kazuo’s face is very excited.

Dongzi's legs were staggered back and forth, his elbows were heavy, and his right palm was as straight as a knife.

At this time, the face of Dongzi suddenly disappeared, his expression was awe-inspiring, his eyes were sharp, and the whole person was like a scabbard!

Zuo Mo’s heart praised him. Dongzi was born with simplicity and no distracting thoughts. He just placed a shelf and won the true biography of Uncle Anya.

"cut!"

Sinking, the slight elbows are slamming, the palm of your hand is like a knife, and you can look forward!

The sharpness of Zuo Mo’s eyes can be seen clearly.

The palm of Dongzi constantly trembles at a very fast frequency with extremely fast frequency! Every time there is tremor, Dongzi's palm will produce a red glow, and the red mans are layered.

When the tremor is hundreds of times, the red light is as thick as the essence, tightly wrapped around his palm, narrow as a knife!

hiss!

Red knife mans, come out!

boom!

A straight gully, from the foot of Dongzi, has been extending forward until 20 feet away, only to the end!

The surrounding is silent.