World of Cultivation: Section 790 Totem Chiefs Arena

Update Time: 2012-10-29

A circle of threaded discs appeared in front of everyone. There was an eye in the center of the disc, and white mist popped out of the eyes. The eyes are small and the white mist flows very slowly. The white mist does not dissipate but condenses in the air.

Are all the white mist here flowing out of this disc?

"I know where this is." Pu Yao said suddenly, his tone solemn.

"Where?" Zuo Mo heard that Pu Yao was not in the right tone, and secretly wondered that a bold and daring guy like Pu Yao had something to fear?

"Totem Chiefs Arena!" Pu Yao coldly spit out four words.

After hearing these four words, Wei Xian froze, his face changed greatly, and he lost his voice: "Impossible!"

"Totem Chiefs Arena? What a strange name, what is this place?" Zuo Mo was even more curious, and Wei's response proved that the word was never ordinary.

"Totem Chiefs Arena is an arena for the Totem strongmen of various tribes in ancient times." Pu Yao briefly introduced, he said in a deep voice: "In ancient times, fighting battles were held at regular intervals, and the Totem strongmen of various tribes gathered here To compete for the King of Fighters. "

"Oh, it sounds like a sword test." Zuo Mo thoughtfully.

"The battle of fighting queens is much more cruel than the test sword." Wei couldn't help but said: "It was a battle of life and death! Few people came back alive. The most powerful Totem strong is called the king, the tribe where he belongs. , Will have great power, other tribes need to pay tribute to them. This tribute will continue until the new king appears. Generally speaking, it will be held every ten years.

Wei Shen said: "There is no evidence to prove that this is Totem Chiefs Arena. Although I have not been to Totem Chiefs Arena, there is no sign in front of this site."

Pu Yao coldly said: "The five front halls of Totem Chiefs Arena, Wind, Rain, Thunder, Fog, Snow. If I didn't guess wrong, here is Fog Temple, this disc should be foggy."

Wei Duanran, he was not a strong Totem player at the time. In the tribe, his strength was weak, and such things as Totem Chiefs Arena could not be achieved. However, he has heard of the Wind, Rain, Thunder, Fog, Snow Wudian of Totem Chiefs Arena.

Zuo Mo already believed most of them. When Pu Yao said the name of misty eyes, Zuo Mo believed it. The disc in front of him can't be more vivid. No wonder your Divine Power is blocked everywhere. If it is Totem Chiefs Arena, it makes sense. After all, it is used by Totem strong players to fight.

"Pu Yao, you know very well!"

Zuo Mo is quite surprised by this. If it was Wei who said that, Zuo Mo felt normal, after all, Wei still lived in that era, but did not expect that it would be Pu Yao.

Pu Yao doesn't show pride, but looks as usual: "My teacher, I studied Totem Chiefs Arena for a long time."

Zuo Mo This suddenly dawned on me, but I was even more curious. The teacher of Pu Yao looked somewhat great!

"So what do we do now?" Zuo Mo asked expectantly, then pointed at the misty eyes in front of him with so hot eyes: "This thing looks like a good thing, it must be a baby, can you get rid of it?" ? "

Pu Yao groaned: "Totem Chiefs Arena's Wind, Rain, Thunder, Fog, Snow five halls are the first test, and the most people eliminated here. Only by going out alive can it be possible to enter the next round. As for the misty eyes, it is indeed a treasure. However, it guards Fog Temple. If you can take it away, Fog Temple will naturally be cracked. However, I do not recommend you to do this. "

I heard that Zuo Mo, who is a baby in the eye, suddenly rubbed his hands and was eager to try, and was poured down by a basin of cold water from Pu Yao, and he couldn't help asking: "Why?"

"The ancient Totem is stronger than you are now. I don't know how much better. But why has Wuyan Gui been here for so many years, and no one has thought about taking it away?" Pu Yao asked back.

Zuo Mo stunned, yeah, for so many years, this thing is still there, so many Totem strong people, there is no one to take it away, this thing is certainly not so good to start. Although Elder Brother Lil' Mo (Xiao-Mo-Ge) is greedy for money, he is quite self-aware. You can't see that he is also a personal character on rivers and lakes, but he is far worse than the inhuman metamorphosis of ancient times.

But ... when I met the baby staring at me ... and then I went away ...

You ca n’t get rid of it, why tell me!

Zuo Mo's heart is bleeding, but he remains calm: "How can we go out?"

Pu Yao shook his head: "I don't know."

"Don't know?" Zuo Mo froze.

"I don't know." Pu Yao continued to shake his head.

Zuo Mo wants to cry without tears, knowing that this is Fog Temple, knowing that Hazy Eye is a treasure, but I do n’t know how to get out ... The most critical place, I do n’t know.

Seeing the scornful look of Zuo Mo, Pu Yao said helplessly: "Ancient things, many things already are annihilated in the dust of history, you can see a little, already is quite difficult."

Wei, who has been racking his brains, suddenly said: "I imagine I remember that there is a book in the family ..."

Zuo Mo revived: "What did you say?"

"It's been too long, I don't remember much, you let me think about it." Wei somewhat Hao Ran, he only has a vague impression, as if any of his family passed the first round and was injured, and quit the fight. Kui, this is what I left behind.

Zuo Mo heard the words and was very helpless.

At this moment, suddenly, the silly who has been staring at the bird's eyes suddenly pecks at the eyes of the misty eyes!

Zoo!

A dazzling spark burst suddenly at the tip of Silly Bird's beak.

Om!

The foggy eyes trembled, and then, suddenly, a sudden aspiration came from the eyes.

I saw a white mist like cotton candy around me, and began to slowly force others to Zuo Mo. These are like white mist, like a pile of snow-white cotton, squeezed from all sides.

Deep in the haze, there was a rumbling sound.

Zuo Mo was stunned by the change in front of him. He never expected that Silly Bird would come so hard!

This bird is cricket?

Do you hate this thing?

However, the changes in front of him made him too late to think, and in a blink of an eye, Baiwu reached a place less than three feet away from them. Unlike the fog that was almost still just now, at this time the white mist, a vast, tumultuous.

Although I don't know what mystery is in these white mists, Zuo Mo knows that it can't be allowed to continue like this.

Since you suck, I **** too!

Zuo Mo hesitated, wrist flipped over, a magnet bottle appeared in the hands, throbbing spell, desperately absorbed the mist.

However, the suction of the magnetic bottle is obviously not as strong as that of the misty eyes. Zuo Mo saw the situation, and it was fierce. wrist doubled, doubled ...

In the blink of an eye, there are three rows of magnet bottles floating in front of Zuo Mo, nine in each row.

Magnetic bottle large formation!

Suck!

The suction force of twenty-seven magnetic cell flasks was effective immediately. Twenty-seven white mists flowed into the magnetic cell flasks. In an instant, the surroundings of Zuo Mo were emptied again.

Twenty-seven magnet bottles are also full.

Zuo Mo was relieved and surprised by somewhat. The magnet bottle in his hand was not ordinary goods. If such a magnetic element bottle is used to hold water, it can easily drain a river three miles wide and ten miles long.

I didn't expect to absorb the white mist.

The white mist inside the magnet bottle is condensed into water. The entire bottle is only a simmer, and the water is a little colorful. There is nothing special.

However, Zuo Mo hasn't figured out what the white mist is, and the surrounding white mist is slowly approaching them.

When White Mist approached their two feet, they suddenly saw a fierce tumbling in the White Mist. At the same time, the warning sign in Zuo Mo suddenly appeared, as if there was something dangerous in the White Mist.

At this moment, there was a hissing sound in the white mist, a group of white bats! This group of white bats is no less than hundreds, coming to incredibly fast, with wings like blades, breaking through the mist!

"be careful!" Zuo Mo whispered.

A very thin shadow flew around him. In the air, the dark shadow suddenly exploded into countless extremely thin beams.

Each beam of light is a very thin swordman. The exploded swordman is as gorgeous as fireworks.

The whistling white bat bumped into the dazzling swordman.

Oh!

Any white bat hit by a sword awn immediately turns into a white mist.

A mini figure in black, standing with a crescent knife, with a cold face floating in front of Zuo Mo, but a militant Tenth Grade!

Tenth Grade had a proud look, it seemed that he had just hit it, and didn't do his best.

"It's good, it's a good ten, this sword is quite Eldest Senior Brother." Of course, Zuo Mo is not praised. Although Tenth Grade uses a crescent knife, Cultivate uses Sword Scripture.

Tenth Grade's expression remains unchanged, but it is clear that the praise of Zuo Mo is very useful.

Lil' Pagoda **** flew past, slamming to the side of Tenth Grade, and fanning his fleshy tower eaves, as if to say that it was hard work, and it looked like a slippery horse.

Lil' Flame also made a past, rolling body, rolling continuously around Tenth Grade.

Tenth Grade is full of arrogance, and immediately becomes helpless. He obviously has nothing to do with these two living treasures.

"be careful!" Zuo Mo was startled.

In the fog, a very sudden hissing sounded suddenly, if it wasn't for Zuo Mo's concentration, it wouldn't have been noticed. He responded very quickly, with a flick of his fingers, the green silk on wrist, like a snake out of a hole, submerged into the white mist.

Huh?

Zuo Mo was startled, and the blue silk tied at wrist was tense.

Zuo Mo responded extremely quickly. With a flip of the right palm, a line of Divine Solar Fire was added to the hand. I saw Divine Fire spread along the green silk at an amazing speed to the other end.

A flash of fire and a flash of light.

Boom!

There is a dull explosion in the white mist. The white mist is weird and the explosion is very fierce, but the mist is not affected by the explosion at all.

A roar suddenly sounded in the white mist, and Divine Solar Fire still caused it to cause damage.

Zuo Mo grunted coldly, shoved his hands hard, and shook blue silk.

Countless dazzling waves, blooming from green silk, like raindrops, submerged in white mist.

Oh!

A series of dull hits, very dense.

How could the Zuo Mo attack end so easily? Immediately sinking his waist, holding Qingsi, he yanked outward.

A group of one-person-high mists was ripped from the white mist by Zuo Mo.

The mist is more dense than the ordinary white mist. It seems that there is something creeping in it, which is creepy.

At this moment, accidents suddenly occur!

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