World of Cultivation: Verse 383 You **** it!
Verse 383 you **** it!
This palm is sturdy.
Zuo Mo The sun pattern on the palm of the palm suddenly shines. The majestic and hot power spewed out of his palm. This power was quite strange. It did not dissipate ring of light. Instead, it was like a tiger with its head out of the cage and biting its prey.
The raging sea of ring of light is firmly absorbed by Zuo Mo's left palm.
The sun pattern continuously releases golden light, eroding ring of light, a golden border visible to the naked eye, and quickly spreads towards the center along the continuous ring of light.
Yu Zizhou's face has changed greatly. He can feel an overbearing power, which is eroding his jade chain at an alarming rate!
This ... what is this? He first encountered such a weird Devilish Arts!
This overbearing power spreads far faster than Yu Zizhou imagined.
He just mobilized all the consciousnesss, and his vision already reduced to a golden ocean. Yuzizhou never thought that one day, he would be forced to be so embarrassed, no, so desperate! This is just the second trick used by the other party.
Jumping Clown ...
He suddenly thought of the word, an unprecedented sense of humiliation, which instantly washed away every nerve in him.
As proud as he is, how can he be defeated by a guy who is regarded as a clown jumping clown?
How can that be!
Yu Zizhou's eyes are crazed, and his elegant and calm face is abnormal at this moment. His deep pride is mixed with unprecedented humiliation. He is like a gambler who has lost all his life and takes his last bet!
All consciousness, all power, simultaneously poured into his arms. His arms were like arms, pushing forward slowly and heavily, just like pushing a mountain, his face trembling violently, showing signs of instability.
"Jade ..."
Squeezed out of the teeth, with obvious vibrato, every part of his body was shaking. With his arms around his chest, he moved forward inch by inch in this trembling trembling. Every time he moved forward an inch, the space around him fluctuated sharply.
"born ..."
The word "sheng" just came out of his mouth, and the golden light just spread over the last ring of light in front of Yuzizhou.
Golden light hit Yuzizhou's arms with no coincidence. Yuzizhou's body became stiff and her pupils suddenly expanded.
Slap! The palm of Yuzizhou burst!
Slap! wrist burst!
Slap! Elbow burst!
Papapa ...
A series of explosion like fried beans are endless, and the explosion spreads along Yuzizhou's arm to his body. Yu Zizhou's eyes stared at the boss. He couldn't believe the body burst.
"No ..."
The unwilling and screaming ceased.
Zuo Mo's left palm is shrouded in a dazzling golden light cluster, just like a round of the sun, and he keeps his palm posture, motionless. The flame shrouded in him, simultaneously burrowed into him.
Red eyes, at this time the red light has cleared, revealing golden pupils.
The golden pupil is indifferent like a god, but the pain on his face does not decrease but increases. Indifferent eyes and painful expressions constitute a weird picture. The right hand Midday Blade is shaking, left palm golden light group is dispersed, and the sun pattern on the palm is dim.
"Hong, put in another one!"
The hoarseness is low and contains a little crazy voice, coming out from the array.
"Little Pu Pu said very insightfully!" The female general suddenly raised her head, smiled and looked at Pu Yao, and emphasized: "This piercing armor does not need to be passed down."
The tombstone trembled fiercely, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with the sentence of the female general.
"Shut up!" The woman looked cold, raised her huge claws in her hand, and went down to the tombstone. There was a muffled sound, the ground trembled, and the trembling trembling tombstone stiffened, and a spider-like crack wrinkled down in the middle of the hit.
Wow, a lot of rubble fell from the tombstone. The dark clouds that just came out of the tombstone seemed to have been fixed, and they were frozen in the air.
Okay ... a fierce blow!
Pu Yao's eyelids, which almost climbed to the extreme, jumped, popped, and the black flame that got to his feet suddenly burst into simultaneously, and was immediately shrouded in black smoke. "Cough cough!" The coughing sound of Pu Yao came out of the black smoke. After the black smoke had cleared, Pu Yao covered the whole body like smoke.
He looked at the female general with a bad expression.
The female general cast a wink at Pu Yao, turned her face, and faced the tombstone with a cold voice: "Clean up."
The tombstone trembled and smashed. The smashed fragments, simultaneously had legs like legs, climbed to the place where the tombstone was just hit, and returned to the original position one by one. In a blink of an eye, the tombstone was intact, except for a crack like a cobweb winding down from the top of the monument.
Sure enough, it is still a terrorist force like before ...
Pu Yao glanced at the female general and sat down. There is too much to think about what happened today. Isn't the adult dead? How could it be resurrected?
Death is irreversible, it has nothing to do with cultivation.
Unless the adult is not dead!
If adults didn't die that year, there would be too many of them ... Is the golden soul? Quite possible!
I don't think the adult is dead ...
Wait!
Pu Yao lowered his head, and the blood pupils unknowingly froze.
The adult died in his arms. At that time, even after three thousand years, he still remembered clearly! He is familiar with adults, her character, her temper, everything about her, he is familiar!
The adults in front of me are so familiar, as familiar as they were three thousand years ago.
But ... adult already is dead ... she is really dead ...
The cold eyes seemed to echo the silent sigh, the pain seemed already Diluted by the vicissitudes of life, it was so thin that there was almost no trace, but ...
Pu Yao suddenly looked up.
"Adult already is dead."
The female general frowned, somewhat was unhappy.
Pu Yao didn't seem to see it, and whispered to himself: "The adult is dead, the **** of form Entirely Extinguished, nothing is left." His right hand extended his hand from the wide cuff, spread his five fingers, and felt the air flowing from his fingers. Across.
He looked directly at the female general and calmly said, "I know, my lord is dead."
The blood-red eyes were so cold that there was no trace of temperature. He raised his hand, and a black flame pulsated between his palms. Black hair danced again, like silk satin black, windless automatically.
The whole Sea of Consciousness seems to stop slowly, and gradually, only one rhythm and one voice can be heard.
咚咚 …… 咚咚 …… 咚咚 ……
The female general's face changed slightly, her eyes stared at the black demon fire in Pu Yao's hand. The weird rhythm of the surrounding space is exactly the same as the rhythm of the twirling flames in the hands of Pu Yao.
"The golden soul is really a good thing. It seems you have recovered a lot of energy." Pu Yao looked indifferent, the bottomless blood pupil slowly turned, and the corner of his mouth suddenly pulled out a cold smile like a blade: "You have recovered as stupid as ever."
The female general suddenly said, changing the sweet and charming just now, old and simple as an old man: "How did you find out?"
The voice did not fall, the female general's body was visible to the naked eye at the speed collapse into countless extremely fine black powder, and the black powder of collapse flew together in the air, turning into a mass of black smoke. In the black smoke, the shape of a man was faintly visible.
"Tell you how stupid you are? Ha!" Pu Yao's cheeks were thicker: "Oh, three thousand years ago, it's not easy to finally show a face."
"Don't you always want to force me out?" The man in the black smoke glanced at Black Fire in the hands of Pu Yao, and said in a deep voice, "I think we need to talk."
"Talk?" Pu Yao raised her eyebrows with a smile, put away the Black Fire in her hand, and said indifferently: "Come, talk! Who are you?"
"Tombstone Armour, named Guardian, you can call me Wei." The black smoke covering his body dissipated, revealing Wei's true face. He had a black armor, tall and mighty, with a star-brow eyebrow, and his face was astonished, not as old as his voice. He formally and solemnly salutes Pu Yao.
"Guard? Well, good name." Pu Yao narrowed his eyes.
"Because of your previous host, you were full of resentment against me, and I can understand it." Wei slowly said, his voice was peaceful and impartial, and he had a kind of power that went straight to the heart: "In her opinion, what she insists on, It is stupid. But her will is the source of her strength. "
Pu Yao sneered: "Hey, it's really sounding!"
Wei's eyes turned to the distance, it seemed to be remembering something, his voice also became distant: "Every soul has the faith to be willing to pay for it." His eyes retracted, looking at Pu Yao: "You Aren't they? "
Pu Yao sneered still: "This little trick, don't play in front of me."
"Okay, you speak." Wei didn't retort, nodded, without hesitation.
"Let me?" Pu Yao narrowed his eyes, like a red, narrow and long blood knife, and said lightly in his mouth: "I said ... you **** it!" The last word was like squeezing out of the teeth, chilling.
The look of Wei changed greatly, his body turned into black smoke, and he flew towards the tombstone.
Peng!
Countless black flames emerge from the tombstone, covering it all!
Wei quickly stopped his body, and he seemed to be frightened by this black flame.
"You **** it!" Pu Yao walked towards the guard step by step, holding a ray of black flames on his hands, a handsome and gloomy face, murderous air/qi overflowing, and his voice cold without a trace of temperature: "You pretend to be her You **** it! "
"Pu, you can't kill me." Wei stared at Pu Yao with a calm expression.
"I know." murderous air/qi on Pu Yao's face suddenly disappeared, with a sly smile: "However, for three thousand years, how can I not have my brain on you?"
Wei's face really changed now.
Pu Yao lights up dazzling brilliance on the hands, illuminating the entire Sea of Consciousness!