MTL - Immortal Mortal-v20 Chapter 1188 Terrible nowhere

Mo Wuyi fell on the ground and saw a man in a silver shirt next to the Golden Ladder refining a tower-like treasure. Not far from the man in the silver shirt, there is still a middle-aged man lying down. The breath seems to have not completely fallen. However, looking at the sharp collapse of the vitality, he knows that this middle-aged man is not far from the fall.

He himself is a refining master who can refine the upper-class artifacts, but he has spent time on cultivation and the road, and this has not entered the ranks of Emperor.

At this moment, when he saw the way of the silver man's refining device and the way he described the pattern, he knew that this guy was definitely an instrumentalist who could refine the best artifacts.

And that tower he also understood, it is the tower of the gods.

Refining the towers of the gods under this golden ladder will obviously not have any other reason besides picking up the saints. After Mo Wuzhi understands this, where will the Emperor continue to refine the tower of the gods? Once the saints come to the dark world and want to go to the gods, that is a very simple matter. At that time, he destroyed the means of the Luoxu saints to refine the towers of the gods under the golden ladder in the deserted sea. This time he was met, and naturally he would not be polite.

Half a month of heavy sacrifices, turned into a silver long river and fell, the shot is a long river.

This Emperor’s appearance in Mo Wu’s eyes is nothing but a perfection. In his eyes, the quasi-sacred is the ant.

Mo Wuji fell from the void, the silver shirt Emperor looked clear, obviously he did not see Mo Wuji in his eyes.

Not only that, but his refining technique is getting faster and faster, and he has begun to describe the atmosphere of the pattern of convergence.

The unruly long river fell, and he only sacrificed a shield and then stretched out his field.

Mo Wuzhi sneered, he first saw such a big guy. When he was on the first floor of the Holy Land, he could kill the two joint hands of the late Sanctuary. Now that he is on the fifth floor, this guy is indifferent to his long river.

"Boom!" The long river turned into a horrible way, tearing from the void.

All space rules are separated under the long river, and this space is no longer a dark world, but a long river magic.

Feeling a threat of death, the quasi-sacred Emperor suddenly stopped to continue to portray the lines and looked up at the falling silver river. As long as there is a small and half-column time, he can completely complete the refining of the **** towers. Now he finds that this sacred ants are not simple.

"Hey!" The Galaxy tore up the shield and broke the field of the silver man.

"Hey!" A **** splattered, this quasi-sacred was directly broken into two halves by this galaxy.

Mo Wuzhi is very satisfied with his heart. A quasi-sacred man wants to ignore his own long river magical powers, and he is still a little bit worse.

"Hey!" A subtle clearing sound came, and Mo Wuji stared at the quasi-sacredness in front of him. The first time he saw a monk who was split in half by him, he actually closed again.

You must know that each of his supernatural powers carries his own rhythm rules. Once he is torn apart by his supernatural powers or long scorpions, he will never have a chance to recover. He will not give the other party a chance to recover.

This quasi-sacred silver shirt man not only recovered, but also ignored the rule of his long river **** channel rhythm.

What is this means?

Not only that, but Mo Wuji clearly felt that after the success of this quasi-sacred rehabilitated body, the momentum of the whole body did not weaken, but it has skyrocketed several times.

The silver-shirt man finally stopped to continue to refine the towers of the gods. Although his momentum was several times stronger than before being unscrupulous, his face was still a little **** and pale.

"Very good, actually opened my defensive magic weapon, but also split my field and body." The silver shirt man's voice almost without a half point temperature, murderous moments swept the surrounding space.

The strong breath swept over, and Mo Wuji felt it clearly this time. The silver-shirted man had a breath of breath... It seemed to be similar to the rule of the rule on the Golden Ladder.

This kind of road is not only powerful, but also with a cosmic crushing power, suppressing his mortal rules.

"Give me death." The silver-shirted man grabbed a huge hammer and the hammer directly slammed into Mo Wu.

This hammer looks like a tool for a refiner, clumsy and rough. It seems a bit funny to use this refining tool as a way to attack.

Mo Wuji did not have a little bit of laughter. He clearly felt that his space rules began to tremble, and then there was a tendency to split.

His whirlpool field could not be supported at this moment, and the same began to crack, crack...

The crushing of the supreme majesty suppressed, so that Mo Wuji difficult to breathe.

Yes, Mo Wuji affirmed that he did not feel wrong, it is a majesty. It seems that the supremacy of the Tao is majestic, as if any road is under this majesty, it must be picked up. Mo Wuji felt that his mortal humanity was before this majesty, just like a sapling facing a towering tree.

Mo Wuji did not dare to have a hesitation in half, and the half-monthly rushed out, and the seven-pointed finger repeatedly blew four fingers.

Although he did not understand why a quasi-sacred man who he thought could be killed in seconds was recovered after he was torn apart, he became so powerful. But Mo Wuji affirmed that if he did not try his best, he could not even get out of here today.

The world has just formed, and the rules and rhymes of the heavens and the earth and the fingers of the creations are on the hammer that has swept through it.

When the world shatters and the heavens and the earth have not yet formed, they are broken again. The melting furnace that can melt everything is also turned into smoke and dust under this hammer.

Under the yin and yang, life and death!

"Booming and banging!" The yin and yang fingers were smashed by the sledgehammer, and the violent life and death rhyme was confused. Mo Wuji felt that a heavy hammer of billions of pounds slammed into his chest.

"Hey!" The bones are all broken, and the flesh and blood begin to wither.

"Hey!" Half a month of heavy smashing was finally smashed by the hammer of the refiner, and it was broken into two halves.

The unscrupulous road was all broken. He was like a broken kite. He was blasted out and broke into the depths of the ground.

The silver-shirted man’s pale face showed a rosy sensation, and a subtle whistle of light ruptured in his body. He was a little trembling all over, and he couldn't even believe it at all.

A quasi-sacred fifth floor, can he be devastated when he blessed the Holy Path? You know, when he was blessing the Holy Way, who else could kill him except the saint?

Now a district of Quasi-Fiveth Five Layers has been done, and it is only a heavy blow under the hammer that he has blessed the Holy Path, and has not been directly turned into powder. If you say it, even a few saints can't believe it.

If he did not bless the Holy Path, he had already been killed by the Quasi-Holy Layer, which he thought was an ant.

The person must not be allowed to survive. The silver-shirt man finally couldn’t hold back and spurted a blood arrow. However, he stepped into the deep pit where Mo Wuji was located, and the hammer of the refiner in his hand slammed again. This hammer is like sweeping all the power of the dark world and blasting the deep pit.

Mo Wuji smashed the hammer in the other side for half a month. The four fingers in the seven worlds had no effect. Even when they were bombed with most of their lives, they felt that it was wrong.

He is sure that with his own rules of mortal and perfect world, even if this quasi-sacred is strong, it is impossible to smash him seriously, and to split his half-monthly approach to the best artifact.

What is wrong with this?

Under the heavy blow of Mo Wuji, Kai Dao Luo is also in a crazy reversal, he needs to find the quirks of this. Even if the silver shirt man came to him again, and once again he had a heavy hammer, he did not have any action.

At the same time that the heavy hammer of the refiner fell, Mo Wuji started a slogan, and a clear dawn appeared in his consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, he realized it. It is a golden ladder, and the golden ladder contains a kind of road that he can't resist~www.novelbuddy.com~ That kind of road carries a kind of supreme majesty, just like the king of the Tao, easy to crush All his magical powers and means.

At the moment of Ming Wu’s moment, Mo Wuji calmed down. He grabbed a few medicinal herbs and swallowed them, and the figure disappeared directly from the bottom of the pit.

"Boom!" The refiner hammer slammed into the pit, and all the rules were again smashed into slag. The pothole that was originally unscrupulous, was blasted a long gully at the moment.

But this silver man was shocked to see the huge gully of nothing, and there was even some blank in his mind. Under the Holy Path, the space is completely locked, and the other party can only watch their own hammers smash, even if the other party has any suffix, it can't go away, but how can the ants of the Quasi-Five-story ants disappear? ?

Suddenly he remembered a rumor that once was in the realm of God, there is a kind of magical power called the five elements of the big shackles, can break away from the shackles of the Holy Way. Any of these five shackles is a top-level supernatural power. It’s just that these five elements are the magical powers of the heavens. Is it because the other side has changed?

(Today's update feels a lot better. I will be a little more in the past few days. After the passion is completely restored, I will update it a bit. If I can't finish this month, I will continue next month. Anyway, I have to let this happen. The perfect book of this book.)