World of Cultivation: Section 269 Who are you?
Who are you exactly, section 269?
Zuo Mo is like a beast at the end of the road.
The surrounding fog is still carrying heavy forces and flowing, and his body is unsteady as the fog moves.
The female Xiu paused, raised her **** face, glanced at the Zuo Mo that had distanced her again, and continued to move towards him. The pair of flawless barefoot, stepping on the magical purple fire, stepped through the dirt mist killed by Shen Ning and slowly moved forward.
Liu Donghua's face is as white as paper.
He didn't expect the two to be stubbornly strong! For the first time, he used the power of the second turn of the nine-turn soil plate to underestimate the speed of spiritual power consumption. At this time he was riding a tiger, seeing that spiritual power was about to dry up, and the two were still struggling to support it.
Fuck, where is this horrible guy running?
In the beginning, he only thought that women were inscrutable, but he did not expect that the dark man was more powerful than he thought. Not to mention, he counted all the Senior Brother brothers in this door, and he was able to carry the power of the Nine Turns and the Second Turn for so long, none of them! Even Huang Zhuoguang can never be done!
What kind of monsters are they? He panicked inexplicably.
He forced himself to calm down, knowing that there was no other way than to stick to it. The dark man didn't seem to have much fighting power, but the female nun, although he looked bloody, should not have been hit hard. Once he withdrew the nine-turn soil plate, with the power of two Junior Apprentice, he could not resist this weird female nun!
The purple Fire Devil is very different, but Liu Donghua guesses that the consumption should not be low.
The two sides are now in a stalemate to see who can survive.
The emptiness of spiritual power made Liu Donghua feel weaker than ever. He was as white as a paper, but knowing that it was desperate at this time, there was a flash of bruise in his eyes, and he added a spirit pill in his hand. In your mouth.
The raging spiritual power suddenly burst open inside him, and a pale flush rose from his pale, paper-like face.
The faces of the two Junior Apprentices have changed dramatically. This Lingyuandan goes down. The cultivation of Senior Brother will be damaged for at least three years. Senior Brother is desperate!
The two simultaneously held their breaths, and they did not expect that the situation that they thought would be perfect, turned into a desperate situation. But they know that this desperate result will directly determine whether they are alive or dead.
"Senior Brother, pass us by!"
Junior Apprentice, who was planning to end the battle and went to Tianshui World, suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, and another Junior Apprentice turned his face, somewhat looked at him doubtfully.
"Junior Apprentice, we pass spiritual power to Senior Brother!"
The Junior Apprentice gritted his teeth and nodded: "Yes, everyone is working hard!"
Liu Donghua was so happy, he quickly moved spell, and when the light flashed, the two appeared beside him. At this time, already did not have the strength to speak, and the other two Junior Apprentice saw this, and did not talk nonsense. One person held out a palm and stuck it to his back.
Three people practice the same mentality, spiritual power is of the same nature.
spiritual power is continuously introduced into Liu Donghua's body from the arms of two people. Liu Donghua only felt that spiritual power in the body was unprecedentedly abundant and full of confidence.
Zuo Mo is like an endangered beast, howling instinctively howling. Suddenly there was a slight black gas in his body, and the brown soil mist was still sinking and killing as before, but the thin black gas was thin, and there was no trembling in the face of the soil mist that could crush everything.
If they were winding around Zuo Mo's undulating body surface, but they soon crawled into Zuo Mo with simultaneously and disappeared.
The Zuo Mo body was just confusing.
Now there are only two colors left, red and black!
The crimson and flaming flames are like the dancer's twisted waist, the black mist is black and motionless, the two are distinct, like two greedy monsters, and they encounter all the fragments of power along the way, all swallowed up.
In a short while, all the other forces that were raging inside Zuo Mo were swept away.
In Sea of Consciousness, Pu Yao sits cross-legged, and the original fair-skinned face is even whiter. Beside him, the dark clouds lingering next to the tombstone disappeared.
Heiyun and Yaohuo are like two fierce beasts, entangled in Zuo Mo, confront each other.
Zuo Mo's body calmed down, and his consciousness gradually pulled back. Although his body still couldn't move, he couldn't feel the pressure of the horror of the dirt and fog outside. He had just had no time to breathe out of the Zuo Mo that had just retrieved his life. He soon discovered that the red and black forces confronting his body were almost breathless. Close it.
He knows a lot.
The crimson flame should be the power of Pu Yao. The vast sea of fire that once knew Hai Li seemed to be another world. Later, I wonder whether the power of Pu Yao was damaged or what happened. The sea of fire disappeared.
Heiyun also recognizes it. Compared to the Pu Yao, which claims to be Sky Devil, the origin of the tombstone is more mysterious, and Pu Yao does not seem to want to talk about it.
The relationship of one Devil is a delicate one. Hostile and familiar, he was always difficult to read.
The fierceness and strength of the two forces, without any concealment, Zuo Mo for the rest of the life after the disaster is once again in a frightening situation.
Fortunately for Zuo Mo, the two sides did not collide. The demon fire turned into a very thin line of fire, and entered the Zuo Mo's brows without warning. The black cloud poured into the sand like water, and quickly dried up and sinked, but Zuo Mo saw the score, and it sank into its own bones.
What are these two guys doing? Zuo Mo somewhat is angry.
But before he had time to express his anger, the pressure was overwhelming, simultaneously *** came over!
Damn!
Zuo Mo suddenly whispered softly, the pressure was still irresistible, but it was not as painful as before.
It seems a bit bearable ...
Zuo Mo soon realized that this was not an illusion. What happened to his body? This question flashed in his mind, and before he could check it, the light in his corner of the eye suddenly caught a figure shrouded in purple fire.
All the thoughts of Zuo Mo come to an instant!
His eyes were stunned.
The nun was not far from him, shrouded in fire shadow, and moved towards him a little. Zuo Mo was stunned by that face, that **** face. Nu Xiu's face was covered with blood, and she couldn't see her, but she had those slightly dim eyes.
Looking at the nun as a puppet, she moved towards herself very slowly. Zuo Mo, for some reason, suddenly wanted to stop her.
Who the **** are you?
Why?
Zuo Mo looked at the nun dumbly. For the first time, the purple light was in his eyes without any horrible and gloomy taste. Although she did not understand why, although there were too many doubts, Zuo Mo suddenly understood that she was not malicious.
No, looking at that blood-stained face, like a snail's slow pace, this is by no means malicious!
She must have some connection with herself ... maybe she met before?
I don't know, he doesn't know anything, but at this moment, a certain string at the bottom of my heart is touched at once.
His eyes fell on the female Xiu's **** face, watching the blood fall along the chin into the soil mist, and then it was twisted into blood mist and scattered into the soil mist. Looking at it, the anger in his heart, for some reason, suddenly came up!
talisman right!
The indescribable anger filled the chest of Zuo Mo instantly, his eyes immediately turned into a flush, and two flames were faintly beating.
His body can't move, and the pressure is like tide, which is desperate!
Zuo Mo began to urge spiritual power, spiritual power poured into his arms, and began to run weekly at an amazing speed.
One week ... two days ...
Ten weeks ... eleven weeks ...
Eight weeks ... 19 days ...
Crazy spiritual power has no consciousness to stop at all. Anger is like a torrent, and Zuo Mo suddenly has a strong desire for destruction!
Slowly flowing, the awesome dirt and mist in his eyes at this time, is so annoying, so disgusting to him, so so that he wants to destroy! For the first time since he opened his eyes, he had such a strong destruction of something!
Twenty Sundays!
Twenty-one days a week!
Zuo Mo The flames in the eyes trembled fiercely, full of madness.
...... Twenty-three days a week ...
The skin on his arms cracked and bloodstains crisscrossed.
Twenty-four days!
Papapa!
Liu Ru's arms exploded into a swollen mist of blood!
Zuo Mo sees the flames dancing like a deep sea of fire.
His face is twisted into a ball, every blue tendon is raised, every muscle is shaking, every bone is rattling!
"Get up!"
Zuo Mo roars with gritted teeth, he exhausted his whole body strength, and desperately raised his arms!
Quack!
He heard the bones ringing, his eyes were red, his shape was crazy.
"Get up!"
The arms are trembling trembling and a thick blood mist, rising slightly.
Zuo Mo The vast sea of fire deep in the bottom of his eyes, the flames soared, flooding every corner of his eyes! He is like an angry beast, screaming wildly: "Fuck me up! AAAHHH AAAHHH!"
The speed of raising your arms up suddenly increases, as if losing the shackles of soil and mist!
The staggered bloodstains are distributed on the arms of Qi Ruli, and the raised arms flex slightly backwards.
Zuo Mo took a deep breath, his flaming eyes widened, and he aroused his last strength. He looked like the ancient violent Demon God with his fists.
"Fuck to death!"
The two groups are like fists carved from glazed glass and come out! The solemn face of each fist looms a solemn and simple face.
Liu Donghua's face changed greatly!
The two groups of boxers slammed into the fog, and flew straight three feet, bursting open!
"Oh!"
If someone roars in a deep voice, like a thunderous thunder, or a heavy drum, it trembles!
The mist that originally flowed slowly rolled up suddenly. Liu Donghua's three men simultaneously groaned, bleeding from their noses and noses, and looking pale! The three were motionless as if thundered.
Twenty-four days of glazed sky waves!
The heavenly mist disappears instantly, and the terrible pressure of permeation disappears.
Xingguang once again spilled on Zuo Mo's body. The three people not far away were like wooden stakes and planted downwards.
The female who lost her **** took a step and appeared beside Zuo Mo.
Zuo Mo The strength of the whole body is drained cleanly, his eyes are empty, straight and soft. The female Xiu picked him up in one hand.
The blood-filled face was blurred, and Zuo Mo's eyes were getting darker and darker. He raised his eyelids in vain, opened his mouth, and sounded like a mosquito.
"Who the **** are you ..."