World of Cultivation

Zuo Mo looked at a pair of long-awaited eyes. When I thought about it, my heart was not a taste. But he also knows that Tao Xing is right. This is not the sea of ​​clouds. He is in this crisis, he is slightly careless, and his life is not guaranteed. Not only will they drag themselves down, but if they are in trouble, these people will not be able to end well.

Zuo Mo is trying to speak.

Suddenly, a strange voice came from afar.

It seems like a cockroach, like a whistle, not a flute, if it is a hairspring, if any.

The noisy street immediately calmed down, and in this voice, there seems to be a force that can heal the mood of the people, making people involuntarily calm.

A figure, slowly coming from the direction of the city gate. The gate of the backlight, a black dot, changed from small to small, gradually turning into a long figure.

White wins snow, the eyes are like paint, black hair is like a waterfall with long hair hanging down, a perfect face is not like a man's face, as if there is some kind of silent magic, people can't open their eyes. A few clear water droplets were around him, suddenly gathering and scatter, like a fish, and it was naughty.

The strange magic sounds that are utterly absent are the water droplets that are emitted.

When this person approaches, the feeling of tranquility becomes stronger.

He walked slowly and looked at it. Just as he didn't see other people, he raised his hand and did not have a hint of fire, like a fairy.

The sound of the water droplets is very good. The more you listen to it, the more beautiful memories come to your eyes. All the troubles and all the depressions are gone, and his face is not smiling.

Ode to the ground, the sun's pattern of the left heart is suddenly bright, and a sizzling stream of fire circulates spontaneously in his body. Left Mo is a stimulating spirit, the scene changes, the picture is immediately shattered, and the sound that has just entered the state of mind, although it is also good at this time, it is obviously less than the indescribable magic.

Left Mo Zhenran, the nightmare smile on the faces of the people, made him creepy.

Awesome magic sound!

He looked up and stared at the figure. Who is this person?

The other side seemed to have a slight footstep, and the corner of his eye went to the left and glanced at it, but did not stop and went straight ahead.

The whole street is quiet and dead, and everyone’s face is full of strange smiles.

"Humph!"

A cold voice, not a big voice, but like a thunder, it rang through Tai'an City. If there is a magical sound in the stock, it seems to be forced to spurt and suddenly dissipate. The people controlled by the magic sounds are awake as if they are dreaming, and their faces are all white and full of fear and look at the man in white.

Tao Xing was also awake. When he saw the white man in the street, his face suddenly changed, and the color of his fear appeared. He shouted: "Painted rain!"

"Painted rain?" Zuo Mo heard, also reacted, and quickly asked.

"How did he come to Tai'an City?" Tao Xing muttered to himself and his face turned white.

The figure of the lacquered rain has disappeared, and the magic sound that can hold the hearts of the people has disappeared. The entire street has resumed its hustle and bustle, but there are still some fears on the faces.

“Painting rain is one of the most famous masters of today. At the age of 23, it will reach the peak of the ranks. In order to seek a breakthrough opportunity, it will come to Tai’an City. Within one year, it will defeat all the heroes. Later it disappeared, but I did not expect that. He even returned to Tai'an City!" Tao Xing revealed the color of his memories: "This has been three years, and this time Tai'an City is really lively!"

"It's amazing!" Zuo Mo sighed sincerely, even he had just recruited, the strength of the other side is unfathomable.

"It is really powerful. He is also born in the world. He has no mystery. Until now, no one knows which family he belongs to. The Pang Chen you killed is famous for blocking the 30 strokes of lacquer carving. You can imagine the lacquer rain. It’s amazing.” Tao Xing’s face did not show the color of respect.

"He is even more powerful than before!" Zuo Mo looked dignified. Although he did not know the strength of the lacquer carving rain today, he believed that if Pang Chen and the lacquered rain again, it would definitely not help!

It is the old thief who is fixed, and the pressure on Zuo Mo is not painted and rained.

The magic sound is not deliberately released by the lacquered rain, but only the aftermath of the leaks. The aftermath is so powerful. If the other party is fully active, what a horror!

Zuo Mo is not sure if he can block the other side.

This is what Zuo Mo has seen so far, the most powerful Mozu!

"He is going to the magic work monument?" Zuo Mo suddenly opened.

"We will go to the magic monument tomorrow." Tao Xing quickly said.

Zuo Mo suddenly changed his face: "Oops, Awen is still in the magic monument!" After that, he did not hesitate to vacate and rushed toward the magic monument.

His heart is anxious, and Awen can't provoke this devil!

Running wildly, his speed is extremely fast, and he will come to the magic monument in the blink of an eye. When he arrived at the monument, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the figure of the lacquer head disappeared deep in the forest. It seems that his purpose should be the last few monuments.

Awen stayed under a stone tablet and looked calm.

This guy is suddenly realized?

Under the left, I was a little bit stunned, but I was amazed, and Awen’s talent was really good! The contents of the magic work monument, he has sent people to copy, each person has a copy. But until now, only one person has appeared in the epiphany.

And what is surprising is that this is the second epiphany!

Zuo Mo has some jealousy. Although he has learned a lot from the magic work, he has not entered the state of enlightenment. This guy has been twice!

Zuo Mo shook his head and laughed, and his heart was put back in his stomach, and he began to browse.

His progress is very fast, even if he encounters some problems, he is slightly addicted and his heart is clear. He now thinks about the strength of the ranks and the understanding of power, and can think from a deeper level. These problems are naturally solved.

Soon, the magic work monument restored the scene of the past, the lacquer carving rain stayed in the deepest part of the forest, and did not affect other people to observe the magic monument outside. The bustling crowds reappeared.

Zuo Mo’s footsteps are getting slower and slower. As he continues to deepen, the content on the stone tablet has gradually become esoteric and difficult to understand. He needs to slowly mutter and think.

As he progressed, there were fewer and fewer people around him.

The surprise in Zuo Mo’s heart became more and more intense, and he found some unique features on the magic work.

Starting from the twenty-second magic work, the content on the tablet is no longer limited to magic work. He sees many of the arguments close to the law and the magic.

At first he thought it was accidental, but with more and more similar content, he was shocked, this is no accident!

The law, the magic, the magic, and the three have all learned, although his cultivation in the law is not excellent, but the contact with the law is quite a few, the basic understanding is also very solid. As for the magic, although there is no such thing as magical power, but it can be used to perform ancient rituals, and can be called a master in the demon world.

This made him face many of these arguments, but he couldn't help but think of a big doubt.

Is it true that the teacher is also proficient in the three forces?

This doubt became more and more intense as he continued to advance. Shi Ziming's exposition, whether it is the law or the magic, but also the magic, all accurate and in-depth, even the left-money is a metamorphosis of the three forces, many places are beginning to feel strenuous.

Is there really a person born in this world?

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The corner of the magic work monument is not far away.

"The first few?" A sharp-faced man asked to lower his voice, but his eyes never left the left of the stone.

"Twenty-six." Another purple-black-faced companion gave an accurate answer.

"This guy won't just take a look at it." The sharp-faced man said hesitantly: "This speed is a bit fast."

"A bit fast? It's too fast!" The purple-haired black-faced man was cold and cold.

"Yeah, the twenty-six magic work monuments will be seen the next day, it is impossible!" The sharp-faced man did not agree: "Did he find that we are staring at him?"

"Who said impossible? You forgot a person." Purple-haired black-faced man said.

"Who?" asked the sharp-faced man.

"The one inside!" The purple-haired black-faced man grinned at the depths of the forest: "Have you forgot that year?"

"Hey!" The sound of the cold air, the face of the sharp-faced man is somewhat white: "How can I forget it? One night and one night, thirty stone monuments, this speed is unprecedented before the arrival of the ancients!"

"Before there is no one in the past, it is not necessary to come." The purple-haired black-faced man stared at Zuo Mo and said to himself: "I have a feeling that this laughing Mogo is not an ordinary person."

"Do you think he is not looking at the flowers?" The sharp-faced man asked in disbelief.

"No." Purple-haired black-faced man: "You pay attention to the time he spent in front of each stone monument. The longer the stone monument goes, the longer he stays. This stone monument has been more than an hour. He is obviously thinking. It’s not a matter of watching!”

"That... then he is not..." The sharp-faced man stuttered.

"It is the same as that of the year, the lacquered rain!" The purple-haired black-faced man screamed out the second half of the companion. He has been in the city of Tai'an for more than ten years, and his daily work is boring. He is observing the demons who watched the stone tablets.

Ordinary people will not notice this detail, but they can guess a lot from this detail.

In his eyes, the speed of Zuo Mo’s deep penetration of the stone monument is far more amazing than the victory of him.

The purple-haired black-faced man shut up, his eyes flashed with strange brilliance, and he stared at the left Momo in front of the stone tablet. He had a strong hunch, and Taian City had a powerful character to be born!

Set the god, he said to his companion: "You are going to report to the supervisor."

The sharp-faced man did not dare to neglect, did not hesitate, turned and disappeared into the shadows.

The purple-haired black-faced man suddenly turned his eyes and fell in another shadow of the Stele Forest. There was just a figure that flashed away. His eyes immediately smashed, and he didn't have to think about who he was and his old rival. The other shadows are also guarding people.

Come really neat!

It seems that everyone seems to be optimistic about this guy!