World of Cultivation: Section 639 Divine Moon

The blurred eyes flashed with a touch of moonlight. ◤: ◤% 飘 天文学 网% ◤ 网 ◤

Slap!

Bubble around the two, simultaneously burst.

Countless sharp bursts of energy suddenly burst and enveloped them.

However, such fierce energy can't hurt them. Mr. Tong is two feet round, and if there is an invisible barrier, his energy cannot be entered. Zeng Lian'er, like an intangible object, easily penetrated her energy, her figure was like a reflection in the water, a slight wave, became blurred, seemingly real.

Mr. Tong's gaze was fixed.

Turn your palm into a claw and grab it from Zeng Lian'er.

A black palm shadow, once released, turned into a black mist, and went towards the Zeng Lian'er mask. In the fog, as if there were countless monsters struggling and roaring, the air was screaming like a tide, and it was endless.

Zeng Lian'er's eyes are blurred, her lips are slightly lifted, and her breath is exhaled.

"Month!"

The sleeves in your hand are like light veils in the water.

The sky around her darkened darkly, and a crooked crescent moon appeared behind her. This moon is slightly taller than her figure, exuding a cold light.

Zeng Lian'er is excited, Divine Moon is finally here!

Although her Cultivate moon Divine Power is a complete inheritance of already, there are still some key places to fall apart. The inheritors of each generation have racked their brains and tried to perfect its Cultivate method, but with little success. Even their own Cultivate is extremely difficult.

Divine Moon, which is the key to Cultivate in the middle and late period, has been lost for a long time.

Now recovering on Zeng Lian'er.

Zeng Lian'er's talents are excellent. She has worked hard since childhood, and during this time, she has benefited from successive battles, especially the confrontation with Lin Qian.

The tremendous pressure brought by the powerful Mr. Tong has also become a factor for her to understand Divine Moon.

"Divine Moon!" The cold voice came through the mantle, Marshal Yu lightly said: "The original Zeng Lian'er Cultivate is Divine Power, but this seat is miscalculated."

The generals next to War Chariot startled, their faces horrified.

Divine Power!

This is Divine Power!

The round of the sky is like a thin crescent moon, as if through time and space, from ancient times!

"Lord!" Some Combat General talked openly.

"Don't let her run away," Marshal Yu wrote lightly.

The middle-aged maid next to Princess Xia was bewildered and murmured: "Divine Moon! This is the real Divine Power!"

She has been struggling, and it has taken her decades of hard work and exhaustion to reach the threshold. She had previously noticed that Zeng Lian'er Cultivate was Divine Power, but when she saw the round moon in the sky at this time, she was full of bitterness.

The appearance of Divine Moon means that Divine Power of Zeng Lian'er has begun to enter the room!

Princess Xia revealed a trace of unusual color, she subconsciously looked at Xiao Moge (Elder Brother Lil' Mo).

Meime suddenly picked, and she noticed that Zuo Mo's body shuddered and her face changed slightly.

Notice Princess Xia 's gaze, Zuo Mo turned his face, two eyes met.

Princess Xia found Zuo Mo's eyes flashing with ecstasy.

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Bie Han is not interested in battles in the sky. The battle of personal force is not very attractive for a Combat General like him who is obsessed with commanding battles. His Majesty's Sinned Division is very average in strength. There is no too prominent expert. Almost all his energy is spent on how to exert the maximum power of Sinned Division.

Over time, this has also become a preference, or fighting style.

Even if the battle in the sky is extremely fierce, he can't attract his half eyes. His gaze was alert and vigilant, and he silently glanced back and forth between the rain avant-garde, like a sly wolf, looking for a flaw in his mouth.

He wasn't scared by Rainguard.

Although there was no difference between life and house arrest, Xuan Kong Temple is one of the top four, and even opponents in the martial arts are at the level of Jiang Zhe. Growing up in such an environment, how could Bie Han fear a battalion he has not heard of, even if the leader of the other party is a Marshal Rank.

For more than ten years, walking on thin ice and being silent, his heart is as hard as a rock.

Others were taken under the prestige of Marshal Yu, trembling with fear, and did not dare to act lightly, but Bie Han and beginning to end kept watching this huge battalion, looking for the most likely breakthrough flaw.

The battle for Bright Bandits in the body has not subsided. He is like a lion who has been locked for a long time, rushing out of his cage, can't wait to find as many fights and fights as possible!

Squint eyes, the light flashes inside.

He looked cold when he saw a squad of rain edgy shifting inconspicuously to the flanks.

Just thinking for a moment, he wants to understand the other party's intentions-the other party is preparing to escape from Zeng Lian'er!

Although this guess somewhat is outrageous, Zeng Lian'er seems difficult to escape. But Bie Han didn't hesitate. He squinted his eyes, carefully glanced at the position set by the team, and more convinced his own judgment.

The movement of this squad did not attract anyone's attention. Among the densely packed teams, such a transposition is extremely difficult to find. The other Combat General, even if they notice, will quickly regain their eyes. Such a thick team, the internal substitution of the thousand-man team, has no value to use.

Bie Han's eyes narrowed even more. All killing intent and light in the eyes were isolated by the almost squinted eyelids.

It seems that there is no use of transposition, but Bie Han is in love.

He quickly calculated in his mind a series of changes caused by this small transposition.

Cultivator Combat General is the best at estimating. As one of the best, Bie Han has a terrifying ability to calculate. In his heart, the standing rain avant-garde was constantly changing.

The rotation of the small detachment makes the opponent's battle formation squadron thinner by a tenth.

Notice the experts near War Chariot, each of them staring nervously at the two men fighting in the sky, Bie Han smells like a prey in hiding.

He faintly somewhat agitated, but his gaze became more calm and focused.

He has a strong instinct

—— Opportunity, approaching him a little bit!

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The battle in the sky reaches the most intense level.

Mr. Tong's dark mist struggling with countless monsters, under the meniscus behind Zeng Lian'er, poured like boiling water on snow and ice, the monsters in the black mist mourned, and the black mist disappeared in an instant.

Mr. Tong's face changed suddenly!

A drop of Yin Hong's blood suddenly leaked from his eyebrows and flew into the palm of his hand.

Although there is only a drop of blood, the palm of your hand seems to have just been removed from blood pond and is covered with blood. The blood palm erected violently, Mr Tong's expression was solemn.

"Palm Head Cliff!"

Zeng Lian'er darkened from the top of her head. She looked up and saw a cliff that was hundreds of feet high.

His!

The following people saw the scores clearly, and all took a breath.

A mountain shaped like a palm is staggered with countless dark red veins, like blood vessels. The most terrifying thing is a huge blood on the mountain, looking coldly.

Every time you are caught in this eye, your body is completely stiff, and the blood is almost frozen!

Even a middle-aged maid and others can't help showing a little shock. I don't know what magical effect this blood eye has, but the peak of this mountain alone makes people feel unstoppable.

"Awesome palms!" Zhu Ke muttered to himself, and his heart was horrified.

The palm-eye world is derived from the palm-eye Demon Skill, which is a very partial Demon Skill, specializing in one palm and one eye. Even the well-known Zhu Ke has rarely heard related rumors. But this unknown Mr. Tong, already Demon Skill, Cultivate to the extreme degree of the door to the extreme, his understanding of 【Domain】 has reached a level beyond imagination.

This palm-eyed cliff, the horrible Aura, Zhu Ke feels shocked even from a distance.

"In the eyes of the Demon Skill Cultivate generations, I am afraid that no one can surpass Mr. Tong. This humble Demon Skill has been carried forward in his hands and has to be admired!" next to War Chariot, a single character Demon Race can't help but admire.

His name is Xiang Dong, he is a burly man, and he is covered with thick armor. The most strange thing is that these carapace grew out of him.

"The person who does not have great perseverance can't do it!" agrees with another head. This person has narrow eyes, cold eyes, and a pair of transparent cicada wings on his back, as if crystal clear. This person is named Qian Qing and is one of the famous experts of His Majesty Marshal Yu.

"I hope this woman can support for a long time." Xiang Dong laughed: "Divine Power I am looking forward to it!"

Qian Qing sneered: "Divine Power said, but only rumors."

The eyes of the two did not move away. Mr. Tong rarely shot, and was very low-key under Marshal Yu. He had a good relationship with everyone, and there were not many opportunities to see him.

Marshal Yu His Majesty experts as common as the clouds is better than them, and also existence competition.

Zhang Muya is Mr. Tong ’s killing move. They only heard their name and have never seen it before. At this time, they are all excited and want to glimpse the magic!

Countless eyes are gathered in one body, but Zeng Lian'er is not flustered at all.

I don't know when Houyue moved to her.

The misty eyes are filled with mist, the sleeves are dancing long, the figure is graceful, and the misty and faint voice like smoke spreads across the hearts of everyone.

"Every month is open!"

I saw Houyue twirling around her, as if slashing towards the palm-eye cliff above her head.

I didn't hear any sound and no energy.

Sen Leng's horrible palm-eye cliff, like tofu, cuts through it!

Mr. Tong's face suddenly changed, and his palms were frozen.

"A month is broken!"

Hook moon drips quickly and quickly, turning into a glorious moment, Zeng Lian'er's graceful dancing posture, looming in the moonlight.

Innumerable straight thin marks are spread across the palms of my eyes.

Mr. Tong's face changed from red to white, and his pupils dilated, as if unbelievable.

Oh!

Mr. Tong's pale face spurted a spit of blood, fell on his back, and fell from the sky.

At the same time, Zhangmuya crashed into pieces, and numerous pieces fell like raindrops. Each piece is as smooth as a mirror.

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