World of Cultivation

Fifty-fifth struggle

Cold fog valley, cold pool side.

Zuo Mo looked terrible. He was like a cooked shrimp. He had to drop blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was extremely sultry.

In the small courtyard, there seems to be a fire in his body. He now feels that the whole body is like a dry, firewood, ignited and burned!

He looked at it with a blank look. Everything in the field of vision was distorted like a high temperature burning. His consciousness was a little fuzzy and hot! He is like struggling in the sea of ​​fire, and the layers of surging fires make him almost suffocate, as if he might be burnt into a pile of ashes at any time.

"I have eaten the dragon grass."

Very distant voice, fluttering and flickering to the left.

Subconsciously, Zuo Mo’s fire dragon grass in his hand was stuffed into his mouth. A stream of heat flows from the mouth into the throat.

boom!

It's like pouring a pot of hot oil on the fire! Zuo Mozhen felt that the sea of ​​fire crashed, and countless shredded hot flames scattered into his internal organs. The heat flow like a hot metal, along the left memo's meridians, ran rampant!

"what!"

Zuo Mo couldn't help but scream, a stream of heat broke into his head, and the fragile head was like being branded with a soldering iron.

laugh! His clothes picked up a flame, and the flames expanded rapidly. In the blink of an eye, his clothes were turned into ashes. Surprisingly, the flames did not hurt the left.

Zuo Mo’s whole person was naked in the air, and his body was flushed like a shovel out of the fire. The air heat near his body was visible to the naked eye.

"Ah!"

The squeaking tears, like a beast, left the body's blood vessels bulging, like a red-hot wire, covered with the whole body.

"It's really beautiful." The demon who watched the side looked intoxicated and admired: "Even the soul is in pain, and I haven't heard such a charming voice for a long time. It is nostalgic."

"Ah!" Zuo Mo completely lost consciousness. He was like a beast burning with flames, madly instinctively screaming. The flame seemed to be unsatisfied with the raging in his body, from his skin, and lingering around him, he became a fireman. If Zuo Mo is awake at this time, he will suddenly find out that his burning flame is dark red and glamorous, and he is very similar to the flame in his knowledge of the sea.

Looking at the deep red flame that Zuo Mo was madly beating, Pu's eyes suddenly gloomy, but the corners of his mouth plucked up, not knowing what to think.

The screams of the left and right are getting deeper and deeper and tearing, and the flames around him seem to be getting stronger.

The pokemon looks changed. After a while, his eyes returned to calm and muttered to himself.

"The person you choose, I will give him a chance."

After all, he held out his fingers and turned to the left. Zuo Mo’s whole person was like being hit by a sledgehammer, flew up and threw himself into the cold pool.

Zuo Mo is like a stone, sinking quickly, and the strange thing is that he is covered in these deep red flames without being affected by the water, still frantically jumping.

At this time, the glaciers that left to understand the sea suddenly rustled, and the dense ice crystals in the glaciers were pushed by an invisible force, slowly accelerating. Quiet and straight ice glaciers in the distance between the swordsman, countless large or small swordsmanship along the wide river surface.

Hey!

These swords are attached to the river and blaze away from the flames.

The icy swordsman, once touched the flames of the river dancing, changed the life! The fire has soared, and in the sea, I saw only the flames covering the sky. It seems that even the star in the sky above the head will be swallowed up by the flames. Only the tombstones in the sea of ​​fire are still lingering in the dark, without any reaction.

In the glaciers, the ice crystals flow more and more violently, and the swordsmanship is continuous, smashing the coldness of the white scorpion and throwing it into the sea of ​​fire.

Zuo Mo’s body also showed amazing changes. The surface of his red body was actually covered with a thin layer of ice. But in a blink of an eye, this layer of thin ice melted away. But after a while, there was another layer of thin ice, which was repeated.

The cold pool is not deep, Zuo Mo quickly sinks into the bottom of the pool, the water at the bottom of the pool is several times colder than the above, and the fish and shrimp are extinct.

It seems to be affected. Every time thin ice appears, the time for persistence will be longer. However, the flames of Zuo Mo’s body did not weaken a little, and they still burned in the water. Left Mo's chest, suddenly a faint glow, these rays run along the left memo's meridians, but wherever it flows, the flame will be slightly darker, but soon, the deep red flame will resume the mad dance posture.

Zuo Mo like to enter a very strange place, he completely lost control of the body, fluttering and flickering, he felt himself suddenly roasting in the stove, suddenly thrown into the polar, but no matter how toss, he did not move any room.

"Don't forget..."

"You can't forget to die..."

The voice appeared again, and the stupid left Mo seemed to have poured a cold water, and the consciousness appeared a short-lived waking. This sober, burning pain and biting cold ice rushed to him like a tide.

"Ah..." He couldn't help but open his mouth, and the cold pool of water poured into his mouth.

Can not describe his feelings at the moment, the whole body is burning in madness, the bones and flesh and blood burning a little bit of pain, almost let him directly faint. I poured it into the water in the mouth, but almost frozen him into a piece of ice. His just sober mind was suddenly blurred.

Is this the foundation?

Is this the power of dragon grass?

That dream...

In the confusion, Zuo Mo’s fists that have been slackened suddenly clenched, and the whole person bowed his body. The strength of the whole body was brought together in an instant, and his eyes were sullen and sullen, red and red.

Who?

Who wants to control me?

Who changed me to me?

Who... who did it...

Who the **** is doing!

Countless thoughts, passing uncontrollably in his mind, the flesh and blood burning from the depths of the body and the needle-like icy cold, in his roaring eyes, the flame was swallowed by the blood!

Who did it... who did it... who did it!

Bastard!

The blood in his chest stirred up, and the anger and sorrow that burst out from the bottom of his heart suddenly sprang up like a volcano, and swallowed the flames and ice cold in an instant.

Zuo Mo is like a demon, bringing together the whole body and slamming his fist!

With a deep red demon flame, his fist was heavily hit on the stone wall of the pool.

boom!

Centered on Zuo Mo’s fist, a spider-like crack appeared on the stone wall, and there was a burning mark in the center.

boom!

Another punch! Hey, the gravel flew in the water, a few rubbed the body of Zuo Mo, brought a few scratches, blood oozing out, quickly in the pool water.

Boom!

Zuo Mo is completely crazy, his eyes are red, the blue veins are protruding, and his fist is furiously waved. The bottom of the calm pool is tangled and turbid.

The Pu Yao at the edge of the pool noticed the vibration of the ground and looked at the vortex that appeared on the surface of the pool. He looked as usual, raised his hand, and caught the waterfall splashing the small drops of water that flew to him. With his hands open, the water drops floating above his palm, round and clear, reflecting his blood.

"You still don't shoot? Do you still foolishly think that he can suppress the demon fire?" His face faintly smirked and said: "You always do, don't listen to me. Three thousand years have passed, you still So stubborn. Don't you know that your choice is always so stupid?"

He sighed softly, and the perfect water droplet floating in the palm of his hand turned into a mist of water and scattered into the air.

"Your set, I have been bored." Pu Yao clap his hands, his look is light.

The vibration at the sole of the foot disappeared and the pool returned to silence.

"It's over." Pu Yao plucked his blade-like lips and shrugged his shoulders: "Haha, it just proves that you are another stupid choice."

He just wanted to turn around and suddenly stopped.

There was no empty mountain, and Xinyan, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes. He got up and disappeared from his place. In a blink of an eye, he appeared on the top of the mountain. In a moment, Zhai Yuanran, Yan Le, and Shi Fengrong flew over and appeared beside him.

The four looked at each other and looked up at the sky with amazement.

Dongfu, Tiansongzi is browsing the list written by Yu Bai.

"This Mingyan is the apprentice of Zuo Meitian." Tiansongzi swears: "In Dongfu, if you say strength, Zuo Meitian and Xin Yan are between Bozhong. Zuo Meitian was fiercely killed in the same year. Seeing the role of fear, this is quite similar to Xin Yan. I just don't know what his disciples are."

Yu Bai respected the road: "The disciple and the ancestors of the ancestors have seen one side. Although they have not played against each other, the disciples are obsessed with their temperament, but they are not weak."

"Oh, there are not many young people who can be called a weak one. I heard that Zuo Meitian spent a lot of effort on his disciple, and naturally it will not be weak." Tiansongzi laughed and said: "Dongfu will be afraid in the future." You, Zong Mingyan, and the world of Wei Sheng who have no empty swords."

"The disciple will not disappoint the high hopes of the master." Yu Bai replied.

Tiansongzi waved his hand: "If you don't care too much, you don't care too much. I just hope that you can protect yourself in times of trouble. This foundation, although I can't bear it, but your safety is more important."

Yu Bai was moved in the heart and said: "Yes!"

Seeing Yu Bai’s face worried, Tiansongzi could not help but comfort: “You just have to worry about the teacher. If you have something, haha, we old guys are also in front.” Yu Guang’s eyes saw a name on the list, some surprised. : "Hey, when is there an empty sword, when is there a more left? What special place does he have?"

"The disciple also heard the name for the first time. He was in conflict with Zong Mingyan and another Dongqi disciple, because he was Ling Zhifu, and the disciple wanted to go forward. I didn't expect to find out. Sword meaning!" Yu Bai added: "He has not built a foundation yet."

"Oh!" Tiansongzi shook his head: "There is no such thing as a powerful figure in the empty sword gate? You can understand the sword meaning without building a foundation. This kind of sword training talent is quite rare! God loves no air swords. !"

He is quite envious of words.

At this time, he stunned his face and swept out the window. Yu Baiyi, quickly followed.

I saw Tiansongzi looked up at the sky above her head.

At the same time, Mei Feng, the highest point of the East Gate of Jianqi, a long-haired man in black, stood in the wind, and his face looked shocked and looked up at the sky.