World of Cultivation

"Don't be so fierce!" The old man seemed to be unaffected by the murderousness of the left, and the murderous murderousness swept into front of him, and it would dissipate like a melt.

Left Mo eyes condensed, my heart was amazed.

Suddenly the old man seemed to notice something and threw a sentence: "You have to be careful, many people are already eyeing you."

The next moment, the figure disappeared.

Left to a glimpse, but soon his face changed slightly, he only found out that someone was approaching here.

This old man... is very strong!

Think about the old man’s sentence just now, it’s not like being malicious.

While thinking about it, Zuo Mo quietly left, and he has been scouting several times nearby, and he has long been familiar with it. Pu Meng and Wei's specialized cultivation, the effect is remarkable, hidden stealth left even if it is not a master, fooling the general master, there is no problem.

Back to the residence, he is still remembering the old man. An old man with such a strong strength can never be a nameless person. What is even more shocking to Zuo Mo is that he does not even know what kind of power the old man is practicing.

What does the old man say?

Many people stare at themselves? This is obviously a reminder!

Did you reveal the flaws? Zuo Mo shook his head, although he still couldn't understand the old man's intentions, but the other party's reminder did not look like nothing.

The old man said "a lot of people", then there is more than one. These people are looking at themselves, what is the purpose?

Devils? This speculation seems to be the most likely, the demon soldiers in today's demon world, is the top of the magic soldiers, the people who lick it naturally countless.

However, Zuo Mo, who struggled for a long time, has an unusually sensitive instinct for danger. This most likely guess was instead first excluded by him.

In addition to the demon soldiers, most likely to attract the attention of others, it is his identity and divine inheritance. If someone else is paying attention to this, then it is troublesome!

Zuo Mo frowned, and immediately put this problem aside. He won't be in a mess because of a strange old man's words. What he needs most at the moment is to refine a new land magic soldier.

The demon warrior changed the shadow of the soul, the idea was born at the beginning, but his accidental thoughts, but now, he feels that this program is far easier to achieve than his own to the Quanquan community.

He is not a nameless person today, whether it is laughing Mogo or Xiao Yunhai, these two identities are quite weighty.

As long as he can refine a new demon soldier, there must be countless people to search for the traces of the soul. In the eyes of the world, the precious magical soldiers in the eyes of the world, in the eyes of Zuo Mo, is only a dead object, can use it to change the traces of the soul of the grass, and then cost-effective.

He has just refined the ten-phase spear of the celestial snake, and if he can refine a land-devil, his reputation will be pushed to an unprecedented peak. At that time, his commitments were enough to make countless people crazy.

After the idea was smoothed down, the haze of Zuo Mo’s heart dissipated.

The old man is worth mentioning, other people are worth mentioning, anyway, their purpose is to trace the soul of the grass. Other things have nothing to do with myself. I really want to find myself. He is not afraid.

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In the dark night of the black paint, the pity of a red long dress is like a rose in the night. However, her movements were silent, without a little bit of wind, she appeared in front of the blue and white snow like a ghost.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Zeng Pity looked at the blue-and-white snow and asked quietly.

The blue-and-white snow only felt a flower in front of her eyes, and a pretty figure appeared in front of her without warning.

Her face changed slightly, her heart was stunned, her face was strong and calm, and she refused to accept her voice: "Who are you?"

Once the pity son squatted up, it was like a cloud of clouds, quietly drifting.

"Come on!" The voice of Zuo Mo suddenly came out of the room.

The figure of Zeng Pei’s child disappeared immediately.

The color of horror, this time appeared on the face of blue and white snow.

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"She is a blue-and-white snow, and she lost in my hand that year. I didn't expect her to be a member of the Yaozu, and I recognized my identity. I simply let her follow me, so as not to talk about it." Zuo Mo explained. Others don't know, but he is very clear. Once he had just murdered the machine. If he exports it later, it is estimated that the blue-and-white snow will become a dead body.

"Where do I usually care about a little girl." Once pity, the corner of his mouth passed a touch of smile.

The waist was gently swirled, and the long red skirt opened like a flower petal. She sat gracefully in front of her left.

I have been polite and calm, and this thing is like a natural thing. I can’t learn how to make a dumpling like myself. Zuo Mo shook his head and left this funny thought out of his mind, and immediately asked with concern: "How?"

"Successful!" Once pity, the child was so angry, there was no half-satisfaction, and the smile was like a flower. It was brilliant and dazzling: "My blood has become more perfect, and I have great benefits for future cultivation. My power is growing by one and a half!"

Zuo Mo is so moved. For the Mozu, the blood is their core strength and the source of all power. It is a deadly temptation to any practitioner. The divine power has grown by 15%, and it is even more stunned.

It is the right hand like him who is a small god, and wants to increase the power of one and a half. It takes about one year without other aids.

"Value! Too much value!" Zuo Mo couldn't help but excite.

Once pity smiled, as if forever in the depths of the cloud covered scorpion, quietly flashing inexplicable emotions. Of course, the value, but the exchange of the devil!

When I heard that I needed a magical soldier, I had already given up the Baigang snake bone. That price is not something she can afford, even her father, Zeng Yi, although he is also the head of the world, but he can't pay the price.

This person in front of him does not hesitate.

Unrelated to the feelings of men and women, she suddenly understood that why is there a collection of genius characters that surprised her.

Wei Sheng, Gongsun, and cold...

These people are released one by one, all of which are brilliant and shining. Such outstanding talents are all closely gathered in the side of Zuo Mo, for him, even willing to give life.

Zuo Mo did not notice the emotions of Zeng Pei'er, and his face was difficult to hide: "Great! You are now out, I can safely refine the magic soldiers."

"Refining the Demon Soldiers?" After having received the Baigang snake bones, Zeng Shier has been retreating and completely ignoring what happened outside. When I heard that Momo had to refine the magic soldiers, I was a little surprised.

"Yeah." Zuo Mo focused on the head, grinning and said: "I think of a brilliant idea. Use the land magic soldiers to trace the shadow of the grass, so that we can not go to the secret spring."

"The demon warrior is rehearsing the shadow of the grass?" Zeng Perry stood on the spot, she almost suspected that her ears were wrong: "Do we have other magic soldiers?"

Seeing that Zeng Perry’s face was stunned, the left was very proud and stunned: “Refining is!”

Once pity, the child was dumb, and for a moment, a smile appeared in her mouth. Zuo Mo talked about the refining of the demon soldiers, the tone is very casual, but she was surprised, but did not doubt that Zuo Mo can do this.

Her gaze fell quietly on the ghost. Inexplicably, a sigh of sigh rang in her heart, rising like a cloud, covering her nephew.

"When did you start to refine?" She smiled.

"Since you go out, there is no time to delay." The color of laughter on the left face is swept away, and the look is solemn, Shen Sheng: "Tomorrow!"

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"The last time the bulls didn't dare to do it with me, I was very disappointed." The old man licked his mouth, and his mouth was so disgusting.

A young boy appeared not far away, and the tight clothes made the juvenile's slender figure undoubtedly sketched. He was half lying in the air from the ground, as if he had an invisible chair behind him. His half body was curled up in an invisible chair, and his posture was weird.

One hand holds a fruit plate filled with blood grapes, and the other hand continually throws blood grapes into his mouth.

"Where can I dare to work with the old people? I am here to eat, drink, and play." The boy was vague and confused: "However, the last time the seniors guarded Momo, the second brother failed. This time it seems to be a sense of Xiaoyunhai. Interest, seniors, give a living path..."

"Xiao Yunhai? Don't you just laugh at Mogol?" The old man dug his ear: "Although I am older, my ears are not as good as before, but I can't stand the repeated chanting. Xiao Yunhai is finding a laugh. The key to this sentence, the old man, my ears are almost heard."

"Hey, the predecessors don't say so straightforward. Let's talk about it. You and our younger generations are more embarrassed. The predecessors have a price..." The boy speaks fast, the hand speed is faster, but the fruit plate The blood grape seems to be endless.

The old man looked at the boy like a smile: "The Devil's Temple seems to be very determined this time."

"It's still a success." The boy said, "You know, the backcountry, there is nothing good, you can't afford to pay too much!"

"Humble, I remember correctly, the scent of the scent in your temple is almost beginning to be crusted, I don't want too much old man, five!" The old man once again showed his mouth full of yellow teeth, and looked like a city.

The young man’s body was incomprehensible and stiff, and he raised a chill in his heart. The fragrant incense is the core secret of the Devil's Temple. It is planted in the forbidden place of the temple. Even the guards of the temple do not know this thing. The dirty old man in front of you is clear!

"You really have a lot of magic! But only a total of five, you get old and go..."

The old man said: "Hey, five? How do I hear that it is eleven?"

The boy was covered with fine cold sweat in an instant. He stared at the old man, his eyes were sharp and like a sword. He said: "Who are you old?"

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