World of Cultivation

Section 554

"Pity! Pity!" Zeng Yi did not look at the fat man and the thin man. Looking at the pity, his look was inexplicable. He stepped forward and grabbed the pity.

Pity's eyebrows left Zuo Mo's fingers, her stunned black scorpion silently opened, sweeping around, when passing over the ghosts, slightly condensed, falling on the ghost's bare feet, revealing a trace of ecstasy.

She was able to see the picture in her mind, and she was a little surprised.

Is it...

"Father!" Her voice was fine and quiet.

"Pity! Hello! You are so good! Great!" Zeng Yi was so excited that he was incoherent, and Zuomo, who was on the side, was like air in his eyes.

"He saved me."

"Oh, oh, I must reward him! He wants everything!" Zeng Yi nodded, his face was uncontrollable, but his eyes were still not willing to leave his daughter.

The fat man and the thin man slipped away quietly, and no one cares.

. . . . .

Left Mo eyes open, the first sight is to find a ghost.

When he saw the ghost ghost standing aside quietly, the phrase "Young Master, don't be afraid, I will find you", can't help but reach out to the palm of his hand and stare at the ghost's hair.

"A ghost, you found me."

He wants to bring himself with a smile, but tears flow involuntarily along his cheeks.

When I think of the ghost, the ghost is hurt, she must be looking for herself! I remembered that in the nine-turned clay plate, I remembered the last lore in the face of the Ming Dynasty ancestors. Thinking of the wind, she carried her own hard forward, thinking of the figure in the jungle carrying his rush.

The tears blurred the field of vision, and the shadow of the ghost in front of the eyes became blurred. This blurred figure overlapped with the vague figure in the debris.

Five rows of glass beads, are you left for me?

What happened in the end? A ghost, who hurt you like this?

Zuo Mo took a deep breath and grabbed the hand of the ghost. His face returned to normal, but his eyes were more unusual.

The five elements of the glass beads unraveled the seal, indicating that he completely broke through the Golden Age.

Thinking of the silvery white power, his gaze turned to the child. That woman! His pupil suddenly shrank, and Zeng Yi!

"What happened just now?" Zuo Mo asked Pu Yao and Wei.

Wei Shen said: "It should be a force-sensing, a very rare phenomenon, indicating that your strength is high and the attributes are opposite."

Zuo Mo knows what power sensing is. This phenomenon often occurs between two forces with opposite properties, which is very rare. The two forces will echo each other, and the increase in this response will be of great help. It is no wonder that the silver power that the other side has fed back has not only brought any trouble to itself, but also helped them to complete the breakthrough.

However, what I cultivate is the power of God, and I can make power sense with myself. The other person’s cultivation must be divine power!

The power of the opposite of your own attributes!

"Be careful, this woman is weird." Pu demon screamed to remind Zuo Mo.

Do not need to remind the Pu Yao, Zuo Mo also know that the other side is weird. Up to now, there have been only three people who have seen the cultivation of divine power. One is him, the other is the ghost, and the other is the former child.

This woman, he can't see through.

However, I don't need to see through it, but I don't think so.

After the breakthrough, the original thought of looking for troubles has faded. And their own breakthroughs, but also the help of the other party.

Zuo Mo is now a ghost in his heart, and the memory fragments sealed in the five rows of glass beads have brought him too much impact.

He just wants to find a place now and calm down.

Without saying anything, he grabbed the ghost and rose to the sky. He had a conversation with Zeng Yi and he had listened to him. He didn’t have to worry about the troubles that Kazhuo would encounter.

“Hmm?” Zeng Yi looked up and was a little surprised. The strength that Zuo Mo showed was beyond his expectations.

"Let them go." Zeng Shier immediately spoke.

"Listen to the child! Listen to the pity!" Zeng Yi sighed, and immediately regained his gaze.

. . . . .

"What do you guys want to do? What do you mean by this?" A bandit is somewhat incomprehensible.

"Ha ha! You can't run away! You can't resist it! One-eyed boss has a word, hey, this is a slap, don't say one hundred people, that is, a thousand people, you have to confess here!"

"That's right, it's really killing the chicken with a knife! I used to listen to the people of the mountain dragon group and blow up the gods. How many people, how many people, one hundred, ha, do you want to break your teeth?"

"Do not talk nonsense, only one hundred people, how to divide it? First, it is strong! There is only one place!"

"It makes sense!"

A group of thieves rushed to the mountain peaks, and their action immediately triggered a chain reaction. Other thieves saw it and did not hesitate to rush.

Even if one hundred people set their sights on the top of the hill, compared with the bandits of more than 3,000 people, even a fraction of them could not be counted.

The bandits that swarmed up like a tsunami, rushing to the sea, screaming in the sky!

In the longan of the beam, the strong self-repressing warfare, at this time, loses all the restraints, like a spewing out of the anger, and it burns.

"open!"

One hundred and eight totem poles suddenly burst into black smoke.

The black smoke saw the storm rise, and before the blink of an eye, it was like a huge cloud, covering the entire hill.

The fear of falling behind the bandits, plunged into the dark clouds.

Boom!

The black smoke from the totem poles is tumbling, and they are like life, and they are uncertain. Suddenly, the black smoke around a totem pole is constantly thickening and transforming into an adult shape.

A human figure transformed from black smoke, appearing over the totem pole.

[Magic winch]!

If a gold warrior of the Mozu, see this battle, it will be exclaimed. [Magic winch], one of the strongest strangling battles, it is like a horrible winch, caught in the battle of the battle, like the pieces of meat thrown into the winch, bit by bit into pieces.

The number of repairers who died in the [Devil Winch] was countless, but with the battle of the millennium, the [Magic winch] has been lost for a long time and never appeared again.

At this time, the [magic winch], one of the strongest strangling battles, appeared on such a small hill, although there were only one hundred people.

"kill!"

In the black smoke, the dragons are drunk, like the thunder that echoes in the sky.

The battle array, like a winch, slammed.

Zuo Mo looked at the ghost without saying a word, and the ghost was sitting beside him, looking awkward.

When I saw the expression of the ghost, I felt a pain in my heart. The power of the ghost is too strange. I can't explore any thoughts of the ghost. Her mind is empty and there is nothing.

I don’t remember when the ghost was most spiritual, when she was completely lost.

Divine power!

The kind of heart-wrenching emptiness, left heart hurts.

"Pu, Wei, what do you have?" Zuo Mo asked.

Pu Yao and Wei are in silence, and Zuo Mo also knows that this problem is a bit difficult for them. Although Pu Yao and Wei know a lot about cultivation, they do not know more about divine power than he knows.

"If the ghost can talk," Momo muttered to himself, and if the ghost could speak, then she could tell herself everything.

Zuo Mo knows that this is just a delusion.

He forced himself to calm down and carefully recall every detail in the debris. He immediately found many discoveries.

A ghost called himself "Young Master", this address reveals a lot of information, I am afraid that it is not an ordinary person. A ghost is carrying his own escape, and those fragments full of blood and killing, I am afraid that my family has already suffered.

Who did it? why?

Where did the power of the ghost come from? Who will change the change for himself?

Countless mysteries rushed to the front, and they could barely breathe.

calm! Be sure to be calm!

Zuo Mo died biting his lip and tried to keep himself calm, but the blue veins he burst up showed his heart's stirring. The power of the gods has become the biggest obstacle. This kind of power is so weird that Zuo Mo is powerless to drive out.

At this time, Pu Yao suddenly said: "Remember that I told you about your traces of the soul silk?"

Left Mo Yi, frowning for a long time, nodded: "Remember, you said that the traces of the soul can find the fragments of my memory."

"Yes. The memory of the ghost is destroyed, the soul is hurt, and I suspect that her soul damage is related to the power of her cultivation. But if you want to figure this out, you don't have to start from the ghost." Pu Yaodao.

Zuo Mo reacted very quickly, and his eyes suddenly brightened: "Yes! You don't have to start from the ghosts, you can start from me!"

The more you want to be left, the more excited you are: "Yes, that's right! I should have experienced those things. I will definitely leave a shadow in my memory. If I can restore my memory, I can definitely figure it out! I can know the cultivation of the ghosts." What is the power, I can find a way to cure the ghosts..."

I am too arrogant, and I am thinking about breaking through the ghosts, forgetting, I should know!

When I recalled my own empty mountain, the time of the palm of my hand was almost the same as the time shown on the memory fragments sealed in the five rows of glass beads.

“Is it true that the traces of the soul can restore memories?” Zuo Mo eagerly asked.

At this time, Wei’s opening proves that Pu Yao’s words are not empty: “This kind of grass growing in the devil world, as long as there is a trace of memory in your memory, you can completely trace back your memory. You now have so many memory fragments, just find the trace Shadow Soul, you should be able to trace back to your previous memories!"

Zuo Mo said nothing: "Where is there a trace of soul silk?"

Pu Yao and Wei looked at each other and they both hesitated.

"Where is it?" Zuo Mo finally broke out.

Wei slowly said: "The secluded spring of the meditation is said to have traces of the soul."

"Retrospective soul silk grass ... secluded spring!" Zuo Mo whispered to himself, his eyes resolutely.