Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 881: Mo Ling shape (top)
Forgive Chengxi to dry away from Jianjian, Dongyang Peak. Only a few sheets left
At this noon, the dazzling light shines on the desktop in front of Zhang Fan, rendering a bright golden color.
On the desktop, Xu sold back Golden Crow Ling. Glittering, reflecting the dazzling light and sunshine in the sunshine. It looks like it's on the mirror, or in a clear stream.
After all, he is not a disciple of Zhang Fan. Naturally not enough aptitude to hold this treasure.
Prior to it, but to facilitate his actions in Valley of No Return and to communicate with Fire Crow Queen.
Now the mission is over, no need to talk more about Zhang Fan. Xu Cheng consciously handed it back.
This thing did not distract the Zhang Fan a little bit, but the sleeves were wiped away and put away. Then he solemnly opened purple-gold cosmos bag and poured out the contents to the table.
The things in cosmos bag, as soon as they saw the sun, were shining brightly between the sun and the sky. At that moment, it seemed to be covered by the big sunlight of noon.
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Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, a eager look in his eyes.
Although through spiritual sense investigation, I already knew what was inside, but it was not as shocking as he was when I saw him.
"Stroke
The crack-like sound came from the air, followed by the sound of howling through the sky, just like something, passing through the sky in the polar region. The air was scratched.
In the blink of an eye, a shadow shrouds down, tens of feet around the Zhang Fan, all isolated, from day to night, only the golden light on the desktop. Still dazzling.
"Qili Mountain"
Extremely excited, extremely excited cries. From the air, followed by the sound of "flickering", a group of dark golden brilliance rushed to the table.
One Mo Ling!
It fell from the sky. Since Mo Ling is no doubt.
In the past few years, Zhang Fan has rarely bound Mo Ling in spirit beast bag, and most of them have released it, letting it fly freely in Dharma Idol Sect mountain gate, from time to time to get mountain gate, and happily in the vicinity of Linked Clouds Mountain Range.
Anyone knows this, this horrible monster bird. It is the spirit beast of Donghua Real People. Which dare to rudely hit it?
Not only did not dare, there are often people feeding him various spirit grasss, and they all hold the favor of getting this spirit bird to get the intention of Zhang Fan.
As a result, after so many years, countless snacks outside Mo Ling have been eaten, but no one has succeeded, which is quite discouraging.
Countless spirit grass snacks, spirit pill for dessert, Mo Ling's own fleshly body strength. It has reached the seventh-order realm, which is roughly similar to the former seventh-order cold creep, and has fallen into its general dilemma. It is too close to the goal and cannot be transformed.
At this time, Mo Ling shrinks to a small and exquisite figure. Wash like an ordinary little Fire Crow, jump around on the table, look at this. Look at that, but the kitchen chef is not going forward, and dare not touch it. In the end, a whizz came to the shoulder of Zhang Fan and grabbed his head and spoiled it.
Seeing the response of Mo Ling, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, and he was more affirmed with the thoughts in his heart.
Previously it was boring to chat with Xu Cheng. Mo Ling didn't know where to go and Sa Huan'er went. As a result, the things in purple-gold cosmos bag were revealed. It flashed back in an instant, and if it didn't notice anything, it was called a ghost.
Stretching his hands and stroking the dark golden feathers in the dark, comforting Mo Ling with obvious anxiety, Zhang Fan turned his gaze to the table again.
There, really speaking, it's just two things.
The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the source of the light that can compete with the sun in the sky.
Like Zhang Fan, Mo Ling also set his sights on the desktop, except for the eager surprises in his eyes. There are still some doubts, and the tail is warped from time to time. The probing of the three golden feathers is quite comparable to those on the desktop.
On the table, there are seven bright golden feathers, although they are arranged a little messy. But it is impossible to hide its peerless beauty. Just like the peerless sword, even if it is hidden in the sheath, it can't conceal the endless edge.
Compared for a long time. Mo Ling bowed his head. Obviously, it is the proud feather of its own, which is inferior to the seven on the table.
At this time, Zhang Fan has already ignored its careful thinking.
"Golden Crow Ling Yu!"
"This is worthy of the name of Golden Crow Ling Yu!"
Zhang Fan was agitated in his heart and was about to cry out.
His Way of tools Grandmaster, and the eyes of those who have grown to Golden Crow dharma idol legacy, it is naturally not that Mo Ling can be compared only by instinctive judgment.
At the first sight of these seven feathers, he knew that this is a Golden Crow feather that is several times stronger than the three tail feathers of Mo Ling.
The unlimited supply of Zhang Fan for so many years. With careful training, the strength of Mo Ling has passed the Fire Crow Queen that let him stay in the mountains.
It can be said that it has long been better than blue. In other words, these seven feathers cannot be dropped by Fire Crow Queen.
Looking at the updated crow nest again, it is not difficult to know that the strength of Fire Crow Queen, in the Fire Crow King of the past, is also second to none, she is not good, let alone the rest.
The origin of these Golden Crow Lingyu, very
Although it is not true that this is the fall of the big day Golden Crow, but no matter what, it is already the top heavenly materials and earthly treasures, enough for him to refine a housekeeping treasure.
"Wouldn't that mean
Zhang Fan moved his gaze to another unremarkable thing beside the boat. His heart suddenly moved, and his heart "banged" with sound, almost meaning to jump out of his chest.
Such self-cultivation and self-cultivation over the years have rarely been so exciting. Zhang Fan smiled self-deprecatingly, before he cleared his mood and wiped his sleeves, he collected the seven Golden Crow Ling Yu who decided to refine magical treasure, and at the same time highlighted another thing left on the table.
As Golden Crow Ling Yu disappeared, Mo Ling thumped, almost leaping from his shoulder. Naturally not for those feathers, but for something less obvious under the cover.
On the desktop at this time, there were only three blood-red **** the size of thumbs, stagnation. brilliance is gloomy and looks **** at first glance. When I look at it again, it seems to have absorbed the light of the world, as deep and oily as a black hole, it seems that there is endless power brewing in it.
"blood essence!"
"Is this Golden Crow blood essence?"
These three blood-red **** are undoubtedly blood essence.
Without the cover of Golden Crow Ling Yu, the breath of three blood essences spread out, attracting one behind Zhang Fan. The huge phantom is looming, and if it is not Zhang Fan cultivation base day high, the control of dharma idol is getting deeper and deeper, I am afraid it will be like a teenager. Involuntarily emerged.
No physical comparison, no classics available for inquiry. Like the seven Golden Crow feathers, Zhang Fan cannot be sure of its origin. Undoubtedly, even if it is not derived from Dayi Golden Crow itself, it is not much different. It must be an extremely pure blood.
"Very better than Mo Ling!"
Whether it is Ling Yu or blood essence, it is the same.
Thinking of this, Zhang Fan has a thought in her heart and looks back and forth between Mo Ling and the three blood essences on the desktop. There seems to be something difficult to do.
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A whining noise suddenly sounded.
When Zhang Fan still murmured, his hand slipped. Mo Ling actually slipped out of his hand and went straight to a blood essence on the table.
After all, Mo Ling is a seventh-order cultivation base, and he has no strict control. It will inevitably lead to this kind of thing, which is inevitable. From this, it can be seen how attractive this blood essence is to Mo Ling, and can’t control the instinctive desire
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At that moment, when the Mo Ling had not put the blood essence in the mouth, the Zhang Fan sleeve quivered, and he was about to stop it. On the occasion of take action. He froze again and thoughts flashed through his mind. Finally relaxed.
In the moment when Diao headed towards blood essence, Mo Ling seemed to break free from the instinctive impulse, and looked back at Zhang Fan strangely, seeing that it would not stop. There was a cheer, and without hesitation, one of the blood essence was swallowed directly into the belly.
What it doesn’t know is that at this time, Zhang Fan also secretly complained:
"I hope its instinct is correct, otherwise it will be bad if it is exploded"
He has made up his mind to complete the Mo Ling, so the remaining two blood essence have not been put away. Although it is of great use, if Mo Ling needs it, he does not mind making it.
After all, we have been together for more than a hundred years, and the deep feelings are even above those apprentices.
Fortunately, I don’t know if it’s enough or if it’s modest. After Mo Ling swallowed a Golden Crow blood essence, just
A bang. Fly soaring into the sky, no longer look at the remaining two blood essence on the table.
"Hoo hu hu"
The sky is full, the roar of worship
Early flying for nine days, Mo Ling showed a huge real body, flying back and forth in the air, rolling, and gradually, his body became blurred. A gleam of light, like the glow of the rising red sun, enveloped it all over.
"Is it?"
The Zhang Fan stood up "open-cut", with a great light in his eyes, through the infinite mist, he directly cast on the real body of Mo Ling.
"Formation?".
"Haha
With a long laugh, Zhang Fan wiped the sleeves and gathered the remaining two blood essence together. As for how to use him, it was too much to think about.
At this time~IndoMTL.com~ he only has Mo Ling transformation in his mind, and there is no other thing.
However, on Pianxuan skill, on Dongyang Peak, the sound of crowing sounded through the sky, but there was no trace of Mo Ling. There was only one round of red sun, ups and downs, and brilliance. "Boom"
Thunderstorms on the dry land generally resounded, echoing throughout the Dharma Idol Sect mountain gate.
Before that, Tianyu, still clear from the blue sky, suddenly covered with black clouds, squeezed and condensed, revealing a piece of purple meaning with endless destruction of power.
"Sky Tribulation!"
Countless exclamations were heard from all corners of Dharma Idol Sect mountain gate. Regardless of whether they were closed or not, as long as there were no major events, all of them came to the open space. Looking up at this rare sight.
"Transfiguration!"
Zhang Fan snapped and clenched his fists, knowing that for a hundred years or so, Mo Ling finally reached the step of transformation.
ps: Three changes are complete and scared (to be continued)