World of Cultivation

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's just a moment, maybe a long time.

When Zuo Mo opened his eyes, something slipped silently along his cheek. A lot of things were stuffed into his mind, and it took him a lot of time to sort it out, but his blurred vision was only the figure that stood quietly beside him.

The blurred vision gradually becomes clearer, just like returning to reality from a dream, and the emotions of Zuo Mo gradually precipitate.

He suddenly reached out his palm and licked the ghost's hair.

Looking at the face of A ghost, the left eye is soft and firm, and the smile of the mouth is like a scorpion, gently saying: "Ghosts, now it is the turn of the young master to protect you!"

Zuo Mo stood up and his temperament became deeper. Most of the memory fragments recovered are sad, desperate, and cold. However, the current Zuo Mo, has long been not the weak and helpless little boy.

He is a man who has been baptized in countless battles, has passed numerous tests of life and death, and has built Mo Yunhai with his hands!

The pain, sorrow, and despair in memory make him more mature.

He will still be afraid, but he will not back down. He will be brave and brave, even if it is a knife in front of him. He will still be stunned, but he will not lose himself. He will stretch his hands and go to work hard, even if the palm of his hand is stabbed by the thorns in the fog. He will still be greedy, but he knows that the most precious and most worthy guardian is that he will never give up guarding, even if it takes his life.

He began to understand his mission.

There are still many questions in his heart. These memories still need to be sorted out. All the memories are found back, I am afraid I have to come several times. And the missing part in the middle needs to be searched from the ghost. Zuo Mo remembers that the old man said that the traces of the soul silk grass to the A ghosts, and the Ghosts are also very good.

The old man must have inextricably linked with his family.

But now is not the time to deal with these things.

His life mystery is surprisingly large and huge enough that he needs to dig slowly.

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Yi An is anxious.

Zuo Mo asked him to arrange the auction, and he immediately started. He has developed very well with this familiarity. In order to promote the identity of [Angels], he secretly spread the message of "Angels" to the soldiers.

The weapon closest to the gods!

This statement immediately caused an uproar in the devil world. [Angels] is the news of the quasi-swords. Under the tacit understanding of several forces, it has not spread. Yi'an broke through this layer of window paper, and people suddenly realized why those big people who have rarely appeared will be so interested in it.

God soldiers!

This is a distant and unfamiliar word, even if many people are no stranger to the power of God, but the soldiers have never been mentioned.

No one knows what the soldiers are like. It has been around for a long time, and it is difficult to find relevant records. And even if the Devils, each has a detailed record, although people have not seen it, they are not ignorant of them.

[Angels] Immediately let the original lively and extraordinary city not boil.

The forces that were originally unintentional to intervene and the masters of the parties were unable to hold back at this time. They are more clear than ordinary people, and the coming of the era of divine power is bound to be unstoppable.

At this time, the value of [angels] is unparalleled.

For the masters who are struggling to find out the power, [angels] can bring them inspiration and reference, and they will greatly help them to understand the power. For the forces that already have the power of God, they hope to find the method of refining the gods through [angels].

The power of the gods is powerful, but the illegal treasures can withstand it.

The gods are the development direction of the future refiner.

Yi An was very satisfied with the effect of his own arrangement. He looked at the whole devil world and was crazy because of [angels], and his heart was full of sense of accomplishment. When you are in the most beautiful scenery, you start by knowing adults.

However, with the increasing popularity of [Angels], and adults have never seen them, the anxiety in Yi'an's heart is getting heavier and heavier.

It is the demon elders, and at this time they have to converge on the edge. Because the number of experts who have come from all sides has reached an extremely terrible level. Although the demon elders cultivated divine power, the handsome devils can still threaten them. If there is a demon soldier in the hands of the devil, the threat will be fatal.

Nearly half of the masters of the entire devil world, all rushed here. If you are conceited on the moonlight night, you will never think that they can compete against this huge force.

Instead, they need to be on the lookout. Once someone pushes them secretly, these demons are attacked and their situation is extremely dangerous. The elders who are arrogant again see more and more handsome steps around them, and they can't help themselves to converge.

However, the gathering of so many masters is inherently dangerous.

A conflict, a fight is very likely to cause a large-scale melee, and the situation will become out of control. That result, no matter which side, can't bear it.

However, the adults did not show up, Yi An can clearly feel that the outsiders who are coming from outside, patience is quickly being consumed.

The situation is getting worse and the adults will not come out again...

Every time he thinks about a possible scene, his scalp is numb.

When Yi’an saw Zuo Mo, he was suddenly excited and incoherent: “Adults...Adults...”

“Is the auction arranged?” Zuo Mo remembered what he had arranged when he left.

Yi An nodded and nodded, detailed the latest situation, and also expressed his concerns.

Zuo Mo smiled and praised: "Doing a good job, so I want to sell a high price."

Yi'an smiled, and the adult laughed at this time...

Zuo Mo Shen said: "If this is the case, then wait a little longer."

"Wait?" Yi'an's face was even bitter.

Zuo Mo smiled and did not talk nonsense. He took some materials directly from the ring and began to refine it in the face of Yi An.

Yi An closed his mouth with interest.

The flame beats in the palm of the left, like a life, the material that is constantly put into the flame is continuously melted into molten iron of different colors, and it flows.

Zuo Mo’s eyes were quiet, and the blurred shadows that flowed through his mind were constantly clear.

Except for the ghosts, what he remembers most clearly is the ban on all kinds of styles, from the father's relics.

Time seems to return to the original point.

A square city with a big palm is formed in his hand.

Yi'an Zhang Da mouth, staring at the city pool formed by the hands of Zuo Mo, the small city, exquisite, even connected to the Mian Tingyu, the flying dragonfly hangs a small copper bell, even every wall tile of the city wall can See clearly.

"You can only do this." Zuo Mo sighed with a hint of regret in his tone.

This is a copy of the place where he lives in memory and spends hours.

From the jade that his father gave him, he realized that the city was built by his father. When I was young, I didn't understand it. At this time, when I recalled it, he was shocked. The ban on the father's jade, many of the contents, even now he felt esoteric.

In the father's jade, all the bans in the city are clearly marked. It was one of his childhood's pleasures. Following his father's mark, he found a secret room that was hidden from the family and then broke the ban. There are many things left by the father in the secret room. It was his childhood toy.

However, even if those memories related to the prohibition were retrieved, he could not completely refine an identical pool city according to law.

However, it is enough.

Zuo Mo converges on his own mind and gently throws the city into the sky.

Quietly floating in the bright plaid above the graveyard, suddenly surged, like a moth rushing into the small cyan city in the sky.

Millions of spotted light spots rushed to the palm of the city, and the scene was spectacular.

The sky is light and rainy, brilliant!

The masters of the parties who had been kept outside the graveyard were suddenly alarmed, and countless people flew into the sky.

The cyan city of the palm of the hand is like a bottomless pit, madly sucking the light of the sky.

Just a few dozens of interest, the spotlights within a radius of 50 miles were swept away, leaving only a small city, floating in the sky, surrounded by a misty, misty, beautiful and mysterious.

The crowd was commotion.

Suddenly, the city has grown at an alarming rate.

This change caught the attention of everyone, everyone staring at the big eyes, lest they miss any details.

As the city became more than a mile, it continued to grow, and the turbulent crowd began to calm down.

Five miles... ten miles...

A cyan city that spans 50 miles appears in front of people, and the whole crowd is silent. They have not seen the magic weapon, nor have they seen the forbidden system. The city is only a small city. But when it appears in front of everyone in such an incredible way, it is not shocking.

The cyan city is covered with misty clouds, and the stars are a little bit.

It slowly descended and landed on the ground of the graveyard.

Amazing yin, from the bottom of the ground is continuously drawn from the city, the rivers and lakes in the city, began to appear water. The water that condenses into the yin is like a stream flowing from the bottom of the earth, slowly filling the rivers and lakes in the city.

The palace in the center of the city, left Mo to open the door.

Looking at the familiar and strange scenes in front of me, countless pictures flashed in his mind, and it was difficult to express emotions. He subconsciously reached out and touched the hair of the ghost.

A hard touch was heard in the palm of his hand, let him glimpse, turned his face and looked at the ghost.

The bones on the altar of the earth, I do not know when I arrived at the ghost. The bones are like a general purpose for the Ghosts. They fit perfectly and make the perfect shape of the Ghosts. There is a bone-like body that is as clear as a gray crystal, and the ghosts are shrouded in a strict manner, with a bit of mystery.

Left Mo smiled and touched the ghost's head. Black gold is the thief of the thief, he has secretly slipped out, lest he will settle accounts after the fall. Zeng Shier, Qing Huaxue, and Yi An were stunned and were shocked by the scene.

The deep and deep eyes of Zuo Mo’s eyes regained their former pride and the voice spread far.

"Welcome to the city of the king!"

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