World of Cultivation

Updated: 2012-11-12

The edge of the jungle is like a distinct line.

One side of the line is a dense jungle, and the other side of the line is the ocean. One side of the line is the sun on the hot sun, and the other side of the line is the storm anger.

The black clouds and the dark clouds are covered with hail, constantly squatting in the sea. The sea is swept up by the raging winds, and between the clouds and the sea, lightning and thunder.

Everyone's face is dignified, and anyone can feel the power of violent anger.

However, apart from going forward, they have no choice.

"Fight battle! Everyone pays attention to each other's position." Zuo Mo commanded to go down, then grabbed Qing Xiao and turned his face to Zong Rudao: "Look at whether you can use three-phase treasures to lead lightning."

Zong Ruo nodded and explained that everyone was well trained and soon completed the battle. Wei Sheng had a pity for these masters, and they all consciously entered the position of the eye.

In Mo Yunhai, regardless of the level of strength, they must undergo the practice of battle, and even Wei Sheng is no exception. In Zuo Mo's view, the top players who can be integrated into the battlefield can play the most powerful strength in large-scale battles.

This is also the way to learn from the Mozu. In the tactics of the Mozu, the war will be the most powerful existence, and all the forces will gather in the battle and attack in the future.

The realm of Wei Sheng, the understanding of the battle array, is much more powerful than the general war, because they are more sensitive to power and more control.

Seeing the super-luxury lineup of this battlefield, Zuo Moxin is still full of a bit of conviction, and he is very proud: "Go!"

The group of people broke into the storm.

Even before, everyone has had a full estimate, but when it really breaks into the storm, it feels completely different!

As soon as I broke into the storm, I felt that my eyes were dark and my ears were all whistling, and I could not hear anything. The roar of the roar, the inside is filled with countless winds like a blade, playing on the aperture of the battle, Mars splashed. Rain and hail are overwhelming. The rain seems to have a strangely erosive nature, and the hail hits the battle circle and immediately spreads a frost.

The power of the storm is endless, and the people who form the battlefield, like the leaves that are swaying in the wind, cannot hold their bodies.

The thick clouds above the head, the faint flash of light, suddenly, a thick lightning, drilled out of the clouds, hitting the battle.

Zong Ru, who had already prepared, did not hesitate to lift the three-phase treasure.

Zi La La!

Stout lightning, accurately hit the three-phase stick.

Zong Ru only felt a sinking in the hand, the crystal clear transparent ball of the three-phase treasure stick skyrocketed, the lightning hammer drilled into the hammer hammer inside the ball, and the hammer hammer fainted the silver light.

Zong Rusong breathed a sigh of relief, and the power of the three-phase treasure stick was really powerful!

At this time, the sky was flashing several times, and Zongru’s face changed slightly, and there was no time to react. Zi Lala, three consecutive strong lightnings, all hit his three-phase treasure.

Zong Ru felt that his chest was hit by a heavy hammer and he was sullen.

The three-phase treasure in the hand was unscathed, swallowing four lightning bolts, and the silver light was more vigorous, surrounded by a layer of fine electric awns.

Zuo Mou Kun is also a big enemy. The raindrop contains a strange power, which is constantly consuming the battle aperture.

The power of each drop of raindrops is very small. However, at this time, there is heavy rain on the outside. Every minute, there are countless raindrops hitting the aperture of the battlefield, and the power of everyone is quickly consumed.

Plus hail!

Damn it!

Zuo Mo is anxious, but not confused.

Lightning has Zongru and three-phase treasure sticks, don't worry, what about raindrops and hail? Suddenly the eyes lit up, how did you forget that thing?

A flipped wrist, a worn cockroach appeared in his palm, raining!

Left Mo threw it to the ghost child: "Will it work?"

The ghost fog boy has long been screaming for rain, and the properties of the rain and fog are very similar. For him, this is a slap in the face. However, he also knew that he was a newcomer who could not be new. He did not have a little credit for it. He asked for such a good baby, but he was afraid of being directly killed by an adult.

Hearing the left Mo asked if he would use it. He was overjoyed and nodded again and again: "It will be used!"

Rain ordered in the same year, but a good one!

Zuo Mo is not nonsense, so the rain will be thrown to the ghost child.

Ghost fog boy did not lie, the rain swayed in his hand, and the raindrops outside seemed to be obedient, avoiding everyone. Everyone only felt that the pressure on the body was light, and the erosion of the raindrops consumed the most power of everyone. At this time, it was easy to say that it was impossible.

"Yes! There are still some levels of it!" Zuo Mo looked up and unexpectedly praised.

Ghost fog boy is very chest-high, and his face is proud, but his appearance is a child's appearance. This is a funny expression. However, although the goods are proud of their hearts, they are still very modest in their mouths: "It is this rain that makes you slap hands."

Zuo Mo Dafang said: "Oh, yes. After the rain is ordered, you will not waste your good baby!"

Ghost fog boy is like a big pie falling from the sky, his head is dizzy. This dizzy does not matter, immediately the raindrops outside are crazy on the battle array aperture.

"Work hard!" Zuo Mo screamed and widened his eyes: "If you don't do well, take it back!"

"Ah!" Ghost children wake up like a dream, and hold their hands on the rain and panic. They are busy: "Do it! You must do it!"

The pressure is getting smaller again.

Left Mo Weisong breathed a sigh of relief, too lazy to understand this guy with a less flexible head. Lightning and heavy rain have been solved. Now only the hail and the wind are left, and the flash of the battle circle flashes, and the circle of frost disappears.

For the battlefield, the consumption is not large.

But who knows how big this piece of ocean is?

There is no problem in maintaining the battle for five days. Ten days, it is very stubborn. In fifteen days, it is almost the limit. More than fifteen days...

Zuo Mo asked Qing Xiao: "Have you been here?"

"No." Qing Xiao shook his head honestly. He was not afraid of his face, but looked at him curiously.

There was some disappointment in Zuo Mo’s heart. One bite, no way, only rushing forward with a hard scalp.

After ten days of continuous flight in the storm, there are still no signs of leaving the storm. They have tried, flying into the clouds and flying over the clouds, naturally there is no storm. However, once they are close to the clouds, countless thunders are overwhelming.

The scene scared everyone's face white and did not hesitate to fly down. Such a dense Thunder, no one has ever seen it, even Zongru, who holds a three-phase caduceus, under such a terrible thunder, only a fly ash has killed a result.

In desperation, everyone can only continue to walk through the storm.

Seeing that everyone's face is difficult to hide the tired color, Zuo Mo knows that he must rest.

"The guys stop first."

Zuo Mo greeted everyone to stop, and then took a small palm-sized city from the ring.

[The Forbidden City]!

The city of the Forbidden City has grown dramatically in the air, and in the twinkling of an eye, the people are covered.

For a time, everyone only felt that the world was quiet, and the whistling anger of the ear was empty. Everyone seems to be in another world, and the outside is roaring, the ice and rain are mixed, and the inside is quiet. The mysterious and complicated patterns that flashed over the city pool made everyone feel inexplicably safe.

Ten days of tense nerves, everyone is tired. As soon as they got a chance to breathe, everyone sat down and began to regain their power.

The power of Zuo Mo is recovering rapidly. In the city of the Forbidden City, his strength recovers faster than others.

This breathing opportunity is too precious.

Zuo Moxin was fortunate that he did not forget the city of the Forbidden City.

In the past few days, I have spent time tidying up my own memories, and some of the deep hidden pieces in memory have been continually excavated. The young city was constantly perfected in his mind, and he re-consolidated the city of the king.

He has a deeper understanding of the matrix, ample materials, and a new refining city of the Forbidden City, which is stronger and stronger than before.

The re-refining of the Forbidden City is just to commemorate the vague memory. Even if the city of the Forbidden City has been re-refined, the magic weapon of this level is not directly helpful to the present.

Unexpectedly, the memory of this childhood memory saved his life.

Left Mo smiles, complex moods come to mind.

In the blink of an eye, most of the city is exactly the same as his memory. This is the first time he has entered himself since the city of the Forbidden City was re-refined.

The familiar and unfamiliar feelings can't be said to be weird.

He shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. At such a critical juncture, he would be distracted.

At this time, he suddenly noticed the strangeness of the ghosts beside him.

A color suddenly got up.

"A ghost, what's wrong?" Zuo Mo was a little nervous, and quickly followed up nervously.

A ghost turned a deaf ear, as if not heard, she walked slowly along the path. Her gaze is no longer empty, but confused.

A ghost's footsteps are very slow, and there is always no expression on the face, and finally there is a slight fluctuation.

Zuo Mo’s heart was raised.

A ghost seems very familiar with this place, she walks silently, and the expression on her face is restored again.

Someone left to understand, it must be that some ghosts still have some fragments of memory. The familiar environment of the Forbidden City has awakened some of her memory.

A ghost seems to be very familiar with this place, going to a small courtyard.

Put the palm on the door and push the door open.

Zuo Mo’s footsteps are stagnation, the small courtyard in front of him... this small courtyard...

A slightly blurred picture comes to the forefront.

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"The name of the ghost is not good." The little boy muttered, and the movement on his hand was not slow.

The little girl squinted: "Ghosts feel very good!"

"What are the boring things to cultivate, why are you so hard?" The little boy looked puzzled and carefully handled the wound on the little girl's foot.

The little girl had tears in her eyes because of the pain. The voice was mixed with a crying sound, but she was exceptionally firm: "Because only the stronger can protect the young master"

"It's very safe, I don't need protection at all, I don't like to go out." The little boy's head shook like a rattle.

"What if there is that day?" The little girl tilted her head.

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"Young Master..."

A shouting with a scream in the ear sounded like a child...hehe...all hallucinations...

Zuo Mo was uncomfortable in his heart, and spit out the suffocation in his chest.

He looked up and was facing a pair of purple eyes.

Zuo Mo stayed on the spot.

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