World of Cultivation

Six hundred and sixty-sixth fate third

[Update time]2012-06-2522:38:42[Word count]3270

To understand the key to comprehending divine power, the divine power in Zuo Mo’s body immediately became obedient. 4∴8065

Zuo Mo had to admire the teacher's name. The big cow is really a big cow. He has no cultivation of any power, but he can see the essence of power. Such a big cow is definitely one for thousands of years!

The left Mo, who found the key, did not significantly increase the power of the gods, but took a new step in the use of divine power. The power of magic is far stronger than the power of the third-order power of the same order. However, the power in the body of Zuo Mo is still very weak, and the magical power of the gods is enormous.

The words on the golden leaf are also seemingly well understood. He quickly mastered several kinds of magical techniques. Before using the magic technique, the three forces needed to be synchronized, which made Zuo Mo feel that it was extremely difficult. But nowadays, the magic is applied, almost his heart moves, the three forces work at the same time, and the magical moment is formed.

Everything seems to be natural, and it’s natural.

There is no stagnation.

After the success, Zuo Mo’s first thought was to share this method with the ghost, but the ghost could not understand it, and he had no bottom. The other object that can be shared is Zeng Pity, but he has hesitated for a moment. In his heart, Zeng Shier can not be compared with the Ghost. However, she thought that she had not retreated every time she fought, and she was injured last time. Zuo Mo felt that she could barely count as herself.

He pulled the ghosts and the children, and he talked to himself.

A ghost looks awkward, as if he didn't hear it. However, she once had a ecstasy on her face, and her ears were old and tall, lest she missed a word.

Zuo Mo said all his own understanding and stopped.

But the ghost is still the same, no response, Zuo Mo heart sighed, relatives rou rou a ghost's hair. Seeing that Zeng Perry was in a state of contemplation, he did not say anything, took the ghost and quietly left.

After leaving, Zuo Mo suddenly thought of a problem, he called the black smoke demon.

Zuo Mo Shen sè seriously said, "What you give me is very useful to me, what do you want, tell me!"

The black smoke demon understands the meaning of Zuo Mo, the left is to thank him, he thought about it, calmly said, "My talent is ordinary, but the talent of big orange is very good, the boss you can point more orange!"

Seeing the black smoke demon calmly put his chance to the big orange, left Mo moved, he smiled. "Everyone is a brother, you don't say, I won't hide si. This is my thank you, you have What you want, or your wishes, can be!"

The black smoke demon calmly shakes his head. "Boss, you also said that everyone is a brother. Since it is a brother, isn't this supposed to be? The boss is so grateful to thank him, isn't he seeing it?"

Zuo Mo was stunned by the black smoke demon, and the black smoke demon had a calm face. In the eyes of Zuo Mo, full of sincerity, his heart could not help but move, nodded, "You have to be right, I am outside!"

Zuo Mo’s heart decided to give them a suitable black magic. 15

If not, create a mén.

Today's Zuo Mo, the strength is still not up to the handsome, but if you understand the power, it may not be under the handsome. Knowing the mystery of divine power, and seeing the power of higher order, he has a strong understanding of the nature and direction of power.

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"Adults, they are going to the secluded spring!" A whistle of the whistle. It is not a secret to laugh at the goal of Mogo and his party. Many people know it.

"The secluded spring..." Jiang Zhe's gaze continually squinted back and forth on the map, and soon fell to a faraway place.

His **** is calm and indifferent.

The whistle lowered his head and the atmosphere did not dare to come out. Since the sacrifice of Feng Yue’s sister, the adult has become more and more silent and indifferent, and the fear of him has become more and more serious.

"Go on." Jiang Zhe waved his hand.

"Yes!" The whistle sighed and replied with a loud voice, carefully retreating.

When the whistle left, Jiang Zhe’s eyes never deviated from the picture, half a sigh, he seemed to sigh and whisper, and the secluded road “Don’t chill...”

On the table beside him, a creased paper basket had the latest order from the mén.

Kill the traitors and stop the cold!

Destroy the crotch!

He was not surprised when he received the order. The interior of the Hanging Temple has always been united, and they can tolerate such a rebellion? The rebellion of Gu Liangdao, shocked the realm of comprehension, Xi Xuan’s reputation was greatly damaged. Although the defection of the crotch did not spread like the Gu Liang knife, the top of the big mén faction is still known.

The mén faction is absolutely not allowed to live without it.

In order to kill the cold and the coffin, soon there will be a large number of reinforcements coming.

The war department used this time is more than any war in the past. Jiang Zhe’s feelings are very complicated. Who can think that the biggest action of the Hanging Temple in the millennium is to destroy the traitor of this mén!

The Ministry of the Ministry, the Jiangzi Department, Bie Han, Jiang Zhe, the two core war departments, the two young players who have the strength to compete from the younger to the big, will usher in a life-like battle like a fate.

Jiang Zhe is such a determined and determined person, and he is not immune.

Laughing Mogo, this strange name entered Jiang Zhe's vision, and the incredible record is a miracle. Jiang Zhe is full of curiosity about laughing Mogo, even those who are so arrogant and arrogant, will even rely on others.

If it weren't for his trust in the mén ability, he would only sneer at the news.

Don't be ignorant when you are cold, but once you fight, xing is as hot as violent, violent and killing. He will also be loyal to others!

However, the ability to kill the handsome ranks is indeed shocking.

He shook his head and his eyes fell on another name.

The grandson is poor.

The name, which is not known, is labeled as “extremely dangerous” and his level of danger is even the same as “not cold”.

He has to be cautious. If this grandson is really the same level of strength, he is not optimistic about this battle.

Jiang Zhe is more willing to understand that this is the céném of the mén party.

It’s the same level as the cold, if it’s true, it’s terrible!

Jiang Zhe puts aside distracting thoughts, no matter how strong the opponent is, this battle is inevitable! Not only wins, but also wins beautifully!

Because this war is not only related to the reputation of the mén faction, but also shocked, the guys in the mén faction who are stupid! The influence of the Guliang knife rebellion on Xi Xuan is extraordinary. Today, Xi Xuan, like the same scattered sand, is crowded.

Such a thing must not happen to the Hanging Temple.

Jiang Zhe wants to tell them by fact, dare to rebel mén, only one end

- Dead without a place of burial!

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Lin Qian naked body luo body soaked in the crystal clear pool, the edge of the pool, countless complex patterns, jiāo wrong phase weaving.

His expression was quiet, like a sleeping baby.

Around the pool, there were seven or eight swords repaired. They were old, but their eyes were shining like a sword.

Suddenly, Lin Qian’s body glowed with faint light.

The light is not glaring, and it can't be said to be comfortable.

The old guys around the pool sāo move, their faces are inexplicable. This faint and gentle glow is different from any power they have ever seen.

"Divine power! This is divine power!"

"God to my Kunlun!"

"Xiao Linqian is really the mén pillar!"

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Lin Qian in the pool slowly opened his eyes, and there was no bo, and the light was full. He didn't have any movements, and the water in the pool suddenly rushed toward him.

Layers are stacked, such as smoke illusion.

In a twinkling of an eye, Lin Qian was dressed neatly, and the water in the pool turned into a Tsing Yi.

"The disciple meets with the palm of the mén, the teachers and uncles!"

Lin Qian respectfully bowed.

"But divine power?" An elder Kunlun could not help but ask.

"Yes!" Lin Qiangong replied "but it is still incomplete. The disciple only uses memory to simulate divine power."

"You try to shoot." The speaker is the Kunlun palm mén, his white-browed sword, his eyes are always half-baked, the eyes are deep, full of vicissitudes of life, as if you can see everything.

"Yes!" Lin Qian raised his right hand, and the divine power of the singer turned into a flying sword, which appeared in his palm.

"Sure enough, it is divine power! Power is far above spiritual power!" An elder couldn't help it.

The palm of the mén stepped forward, reaching out to the palm of his hand and holding the green sword that the magical power turned into.

Hey!

Countless blue light, blasted in the palm of the palm of the hand, but the palm of the mén is nothing, the palm of the hand does not move.

Snapped!

A louder sound than before, the power of the green sword suddenly exploded!

The palm of the palm mén is still motionless.

The blasted green mang, like being invisible by an invisible cage, flashed, but did not rush out.

Until the light is wiped out, the palm mén will retract the palm, and the faint road "Xing quality is more powerful than the overbearing power, the power is about twice as strong, but if you cultivate spiritual power, you need three strengths."

Lin Qian was convinced by the hand of mén, and it really was a palm mén. At a glance, he saw Xuanxu, and Christine said "Yes!"

“Three forces are ready?” The other elders frowned.

Kunlun has long been a god, but it has not been clear. If it weren't for Lin Qian, he would have a few hands and laughed with Mog, and he realized a little bit of divine power. It is still foggy. Unexpectedly, Lin Qianwu xing Qi Gao, once jiāo hands, can realize the dilemma of the power.

These Kunlun elders are delighted and inexplicably think that the power of the gods can be widely promoted, but when they hear that they need to work together, they can't help but frown.

In Kunlun, while practicing three forces, there are few and few.

In other words, most of the disciples do not have the conditions to cultivate divine power, and as a result, the role of divine power is greatly reduced.

When the new disciples are re-cultivating, it does not know what year and month to form the fighting power.

Now the situation is so hunluàn, they can't afford it.

The palm of the mén seems to be able to see through all the deep eyes, slightly open, he looked at Lin Qian, the topic turned "You talk about the few guys who cultivate the power, give you the feeling."

Lin Qian closed his eyes and recalled for a moment, Fang opened his eyes. "The different powers they cultivated. Laughing Mogo's divine power is overbearing, the power of the two nvs around him is awesome and gentle. And the middle-aged nv people, practicing The power of the gods is far less than the laughter of the Mogo three, just a prototype."

Palm mén nodded. "You go down first, take a rest for a few days. I and several masters will improve the spiritual cultivation method mén, and you will try again in a few days."

"Yes!"

Lin Qianzheng yu quit, and suddenly was stopped by the palm of the mén.

"Let's check, for the past two hundred years, all the records of the ancient descendants."

Lin Qian’s awkwardness immediately responded “Yes!”

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