World of Cultivation: One-hundred and fifty-first day

One-hundred and fifty-one day realization

Su suddenly moved to Luo Li, Luo Li was secretly alert.

"You are the Senior Brother of Zuo Mo?" Su decided to do it by himself, but the soft rice zombie has not reacted so far. Soft rice zombie can't care about victory, but she can't.

"Hmm." Luo Li somewhat unexpectedly hummed.

"One for each." Su said very fast: "I pick the ghost."

Luo Li is even more unexpected. Is it a friend of Zuo Mo? Is it true or false? His brain moved quickly, weighing the gains and losses.

He secretly guarded, but didn't hesitate in his mouth: "Okay, I picked the yellow-faced man." Although he couldn't judge whether it was true or not, it was not harmful to him from any angle.

The two sides are on the touch.

The conversation between the two people was clear to the other three.

Changheng remained indifferent, the yellow-faced man smiled, and the ghost wind disappeared directly in place.

Everyone has a tacit understanding. They are looking for a place to fight against each other, but they often stay in place, looking up at the ring of lights above their heads, thinking.

Zuo Mo didn't pay attention to what was going on in the array. After making up his mind, he didn't waver.

Injuries in the body have a great impact on him. The spiritual power in the body is a bit more stagnant when running. After Cultivate "Breath Breathing God", he has not tasted the pain of consciousness injury for a long time. But in the previous two wars, even his best consciousness was not spared.

This is the result of a cross-border battle. Even with the help of formation, he is still inevitably injured.

But if only from the surface, no one would think that already hurts the meridian. His eyes are focused on peace, clarity and tranquility, without any thoughts. Although Finger Arts is not as fast as lightning before, it also flows like clouds, giving people another sense of beauty.

In the sky, Wuling Sanren couldn't help but sigh: "This son will become a great weapon!"

Wei Fei also showed his appreciation: "It is possible to use Foundation Establishment cultivation to block Nanmenyang's three swords and seriously hurt Zong Mingyan. It is enough to be proud! God loves Void Sword Sect, one Wei Sheng, one Zuo Mo, and has 100 years of worry free!"

For some reason, Wuling Sanren suddenly sighed: "It's a pity, it's not the right time! Under the nest, how can there be a complete egg? Such a talent, if you die, it's a pity!"

Wei Fei laughed: "I disagree with Sanren. Because of their talent, they need to be tempered. Heroes in troubled times! Heroes can be hard to see without troubled times!"

Wuling Sanren heard the words, and laughed at himself: "Brother Wei is right, I am old, and I am really old."

There are no thoughts in the heart, no winning or losing heart, and peace and uniformity, the speed of Zuo Mo formation has been increased unconsciously. With almost no thinking, the material slides between your fingers, and the spell is naturally shaped and comfortable.

Soon, the Skyring Moon Chime array of the 72nd sub-array is completed!

He looked at the completed large formation in front of him, somewhat couldn't believe it, and somewhat thoughtfully.

Severely wounded, waking up in a coma, and moving from turbulence to peace. At first, he was full of anticipation, and he strongly sought to win. When the hope was broken, he only sought to hurt the enemy. Then he focused on the idea of ​​nothingness and victory.

He stood in a dull position, like a clay sculpture, motionless.

The main peak of the peak, the battle between Wei Sheng and Gu Rongping is still continuing.

The blood in Wei Sheng's field of vision is blurry. He was covered with countless sword wounds, the blood flowing out soaked his clothes, blurred his face, and he became a blood man!

Many viewers who watched the test did not have the heart to watch it. Even Tian Songzi couldn't help running and asked if he should stop the test. Pei Yuan did not stop the test, but he clenched his fists, and his nails fell into the flesh without knowing it.

Gu Rongping is also upset. He has three sword marks on his body. The three sword marks are not deep, but blood is still wet on his chest. His sword essence is still the same as before, there is no trace, but the spectators can still easily detect his weakness.

No one will think that Gu Rongping's strength is inadequate. For such a long period of hard work, weakness is only natural.

Gu Rongping also knows that his situation is getting worse, but he can't help it. Before two hours, Wei Sheng had already all over the body, and it was shaky, but two hours passed, and Wei Sheng was still struggling to support it. He seemed to fall at any time, but he did not fall. Every time Gu Rongping felt that if he put more effort, he could knock down the opponent, but when he exerted his strength, he found that there was no gain except that he left a sword injury in the opponent's body, and the opponent could still stop him.

Without waiting for Wei Sheng to fall, Gu Rongping found himself in trouble.

The three sword injuries on his body are evidence.

His Sword Scripture is like pulling a wire and removing a cocoon, and a large net is used to trap the opponent, and then slowly kill the opponent's power, so that the opponent loses all space and suffocates to death. He successfully trapped the opponent, but the opponent did not stop struggling.

The two sides are deadlocked. The stubbornness of the opponent far exceeded his expectations. His spiritual power quickly lost, his swordman gradually lost his sharp edge, his movement began to become slow, and his opponent caught his flaw to fight back!

The longer the time, the greater the fear in Gu Rongping's heart.

Wei Sheng is like a tireless beast, more like Seal Soldier without life and pain. Jian Mang swept over him, except that he could hear his snoring, but he could see the splashing blood, and he could no longer see any impact on him.

The war between the hunter and the beast gradually loses its advantage.

Zuo Mo's formation stream makes everyone feel gorgeous and surprising. The battle between Wei Sheng and Gu Rongping, however, shocked everyone, and shocked from the soul!

A little bit of time has passed, and the voice of discussion is getting quieter, and the intolerance in many people's eyes is getting stronger.

Looking at a blood man covered with blood, he said nothing, he fought fiercely, struggling. The figure flying in the air was crumbling, and dripping blood dripped from the air.

No one still has the mood to talk.

Although Wei Sheng has not yet won, in the eyes of everyone, there is only this **** figure.

The battle at Song Tao Court is still ongoing. The Skyring Moon Chime array attracted the vast majority of expert, making many people cheer and encourage, many people thought that their entry into the top ten battles would increase greatly. However, things went completely opposite to their imagination.

Without the shock of expert, many Cultivators who had originally planned to hide their bodies lost pressure and lost patient. They no longer hid in the corners, but instead became fiercer.

However, no one dares to approach the Skyring Moon Chime array, and no one dares to approach the main peak.

The Skyring Moon Chime array is like a mysterious Devil Beast with a big mouth opening in blood. No one knows what is going on inside. The fierce battle between the two main peaks made all the Cultivator in the Songtao Pavilion feel fear, deep fear!

Even the judges in Songtao Pavilion, their attention is all in these two places, and they wish all other battles would end immediately.

Zuo Mo felt like he had fallen into a huge grey bubble. He was up and down, left and right, full of strange grey substances.

Although wearing ling armor, ling armor did not give him any sense of isolation. He seemed to be immersed in grey substance naked. It can't be warm or cold, it's a strange feeling. The only thing he can accurately describe is familiarity. He seems to be very familiar with this grey substance, no stranger at all.

What is this grey substance? He seemed to understand everything, and seemed to understand nothing.

He reached out and grabbed, but found nothing.

Where is this? what is this?

He thought he should know, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't remember. His somewhat was at a loss, everything around him could not give him any hint, his only clue was that familiarity.

What the **** is this? Zuo Mo could not help frowning and thinking hard, he felt that he had to find out the answer.

He reached out his hands subconsciously and grabbed another one in grey, and he didn't fish anything.

This thing is like air, invisible and qualityless, Zuo Mo thought to himself.

Wait, it's invisible ...

Zuo Mo suddenly bounced, he knows what it is!

consciousness! This is consciousness!

The moment he told himself that it was consciousness, the sense of familiarity in his body suddenly became extremely strong, and at the same time, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

There is a small island-like place very far away. There is a sea of ​​fire on the island with countless bright red flames dancing. A tombstone sits on a man in black. There is also a straight river. The river is very turbid and can only be seen in two different colors.

Sea of Con­scious­ness! This is Sea of Con­scious­ness!

Zuo Mo was surprised to see the Pu Yao expression on the tombstone. He couldn't help but shout, but no matter how hard he shouted, Pu Yao couldn't hear it.

He had to give up and started looking around.

The entire Sea of Con­scious­ness is covered by this grey substance, which is completely different from what was previously imagined by Zuo Mo. He remembered that in Sea of Con­scious­ness, he saw that there was a black void around him, except for the stars in the sky.

That's right!

He remembers four stars hanging above the void!

Sure enough, when he looked up, he really saw the stars.

There are four stars in the sky, one of them is the brightest and the other three are slightly darker.

Every time he entered Sea of Con­scious­ness, he felt that the four stars were very far away. At this time, he found that the four stars were four boats floating on the outer wall of consciousness.

He knows.

At this moment, the four stars suddenly began to sprinkle a little bit of starlight. Starlight is like silver sand, slowly falling into grey consciousness, except that grey consciousness is too big, and that little starlight is pathetic. But the four stars, which are constantly spraying light, are not fast.

Zuo Mo doesn't know what the starlight of silver sand is suddenly used for, but it's clear that his consciousness seems to be starting to change.

Wei Fei and Wuling Sanren watched the battle between Wei Sheng and Gu Rongping enthusiastically. Not only them, but all the judges in Songtao Pavilion were paying attention to this tragic battle. Suddenly, Wuling Sanren seemed to notice something, could not help turning his face, and subconsciously glanced at large formation under his feet. At this glance, his gaze settled.

In formation, Zuo Mo spreads his arms, what he wants to hug, stands puppet like a doll, his eyes are empty.

Around him, the air is like burning wood, and occasionally cracks explosion!