MTL - The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post-Chapter 88 Transfer

The entire magic palace is sealed by a transparent enchantment and can be accessed with a token. But because the calvary palace is too big, this enchantment has to cover the entire magic palace, naturally added one after another. There is no gap in the whole enchantment, and it can only be transmitted directly through a transmission array.

The people of the magic and the right way stand on both sides, clearly and contemptuously.

Most of the elders of the Magic Gate are in the Yuan Ying period, which is far from the elders of the right path, but they are more powerful than others. When you look at it for a while, you become arrogant.

"This is the relic of my demon sage, and it is the advanced of our magic." The elders of Wan Guimen smirked.

The people of Wan Guimen all painted evil figures on their faces, and they looked creepy.

"That said, those ancient monks are the right people in the right way, if you encounter the ancient cave house in the future, the magic road should be back!" Flowing a slap in the hands of the scorpion, sneer.

"That is according to the rules, today we are advanced." The elders of Wan Guimen directly waved to prepare to bring people in, as if by default, Liu Bi's rhetoric. But if you think about it, it is not the case. Oral words, this time advanced to say, when encountering the ancient cave house, who is still talking to these hypocrites.

The people in the right way obviously understand the meaning, and naturally do not want to.

"When you killed the sculptors in the past, you are the most active and eager to go ahead. You are not afraid to scold the gods to come and talk to you?" Mo Tianyu hides in the cloak, not too slow to say.

The arrogant and arrogant people of the door, the words can not help but get a meal.

When the old ancestors were still there, Wan Guimen was one of the best in the top ten. The ancestors of the dead bones have the soul-seeking souls of Mo Tianzhen refining, even if they are repaired by Yuan Ying, they can cross the magic road. It’s just that the people’s heart is not enough. It’s the most active one.

"How do you know what happened to your kid?" The elders of Wan Guimen squinted and stared at Mo Tianyi, who was hiding in the cloak. "How can the people in the right path be covered?"

"Afraid to open the cloak, scare you." Mo Tianyi still said nothing, and the popularity of the magic door was half dead.

"Yellow mouth children!" The elder is a late Yuan Ying, it is indifferent to be talked by Liu Bi, and was disrespected by such a younger generation of Yuan Ying, naturally angered his heart, raising his hand and heading toward Mo Tianyi.

"Hey!" The empty palm had not yet arrived, and he was slap in the palm of his hand.

The white palm of the white is more than double the elders of the Wan Guimen. It instantly swallows his big palm and solidly fanns him.

The face of the man changed, and immediately survived, and it was only three steps back. It was discovered by everyone that the kid in this cloak was guarded by the sorcerer of Wo Yunzong, and it must have been a very popular disciple.

"Well, don't quarrel!" Yunsong released the pressure of the monk, and sighed, "The transmission enchantment can only transfer five people at a time, and which sects will not all go first."

"Then we have five people in Wo Yunzong first." Mo Tianyi smiled with his arms in the clear, seemingly arrogant, obviously a guy who took advantage of the teacher to protect the offenders.

"If you talk about it, the right path is led by Qing Yunzong, and we should be advanced." Qingyun Zong's people couldn't see it anymore, and some disciples said indignantly.

"Extraordinary, shut up." Yunsong drank his disciple, Qingyun Zong was a gentleman in the outward direction, and he could never learn from the boy who had no knowledge of Wo Yunzong.

"That's not like this. Every door sends a person," Yunxiao suggested. "Every five people and five people come from different sects, so it's fair."

Mo Tianyi bowed his head and covered his smile. This cloud is really thinking about the home of the sculptor. Five people come from different sects, and there are right ways to have magic. When I don’t know what to say, I haven’t started to hunt for treasures. Even if you find a treasure, these people will kill each other.

Yunsong self-righteously began to preside over the distribution in the right way. The people in the magic door did not know what they thought, and they even agreed to the proposal.

"They suspected the map given by Liu Yunzong." Xuanji whispered.

Ding Ziyu draws a map of the calvary demon palace, marking the organs and arrays of them, and the flow Yunzong shows the generous, and the map is published to the three major sects, and even a copy is sent to the magic gate.

The people of the magic door suspected the heart of the Yun Yunzong, and naturally felt that this was sent to their own hands. In their view, it would be safer to follow the right way.

Mo Tianqi raised his eyebrows. It seems that no matter whether he intervenes or not, he will eventually become such a move, but he has a lot of things.

As a "spiritual pet", Meng Hu is to be with the Qing, but it also takes up a position. A spouse with a **** deed can go in with the token of the owner.

There is a token from Menghuai in the arms of Meng Hu, pretending to be nothing, and walking with the master.

Mo Tianyi was placed in the last group by Yun Song because of his previous words. Seeing that everyone went in one by one, he could only wait.

The four corners of the transmission array were embedded with the top stone, and five people stood in five orientations. They confirmed that they had taken the token and started the array. They disappeared instantly.

Looking at these people and the emperor to the magic palace, it feels like a large group of mice drilling into their own homes, can not tell the disgusting. Fortunately, there are only cats at home.

Thinking of this, Mo Tianyi could not help but lick his lips and look up at the distant mountains.

The calvary demon palace is a hundred miles away, and the periphery is a cold cliff. There is no vegetation, it seems to be cold and cold. On the highest mountain wall, the word "calcined sky" of dragon and phoenix dance is engraved.

The word is extremely arrogant, and when you look closely, you will be photographed by the power contained in it, as if you can really feel it, the person who engraved it is cruel.

"The calcination died for three hundred years, the soul of this word has not been destroyed!" Yunsong as a guardian, did not go, also looked at the two words, suddenly released the spirit, rushed to the two words .

Mo Tianyi felt that the sea was affected by a burst of impact, which was caused by Yunsong trying to erase the mark of the soul on the lettering.

The lips sneaked a sneer, and he left a mark of the soul here, one to shock the coming, and the other to sense the situation outside the palace. He dared to leave the mark here, and he was not afraid of others to provoke.

Picking up his eyes, Mo Tianzheng read a move, and the word "calcined" instantly lit up the black light.

"Oh..." The cloud snorted and the soul slammed back, and he almost stood unsteadily.

The people of the magic door looked at Yunsong, who was not self-sufficient, and screamed. As the first refiner of Tai Xuan, the sculptor is the same as the monster. I didn’t know how many people who tried to provoke this “calcined” logo, and they were all repaired miserably.

"Impossible!" Yun Song stared incredulously at the lettering on the cliff. Once the monk died, the spirit was destroyed, and the trace of the spirit he had left before would die. Just like the storage bracelet of the monk who was stunned by Mo Tian, ​​even the looting robbers who were about to ascend, were killed by the Thunder, so that the gods disappeared and the storage bracelet became the ownerless.

Even if the refining things used a special technique to retain the mark, but he has been dead for three hundred years, this soul is still in the mark, and it is unreasonable.

There was an outrageous idea that flashed through the sea of ​​knowledge. Yunsong looked at the people of the magic door, but they did not feel that something was wrong. What the people in the magic path have done to Mo Tianyi has reached the point of blind worship. Without further investigation, it has already been the turn of Mo Tianyi. In addition to this group, there are only Yunsong and two elders who are guarding the battle.

Standing on the transmission array, Mo Tianyi pinched the token in the palm of his hand and looked at the white-skinned cloud pine. He sighed slightly: "What is Yunsong’s elders afraid of, and it’s your brother’s cloud The crane, even if it is not dead, will not make Yunsong elders."

Yunsong heard the words, instantly widened his eyes, and still had time to say what, the formation of the law, and instantly disappeared.

Mo Tianyi was in a group with three magic gates and a Qingyun sect. There was a white light in front of him. The body seemed to be turned upside down several times, dizzy, and after a while, five people were thrown into a wasteland.

"Ah!" Qingyunzong's disciple screamed, only to find that he was thrown to the edge of the cliff and was shocked.

"This is not right!" One of the Devil's Gates stood up immediately and his face looked a little unsightly. The transmission array method is usually very stable, and even if there are several exits, it should be fixed. They should be able to see the people who came before. But now, there is no one around, still on a cliff, not at all like the interface that was previously established.

"The formation is broken." Mo Tianxiao laughed and patted the dust on his body, looking around for a week.

Here is the periphery of the Magic Palace, not yet to the gate, not far from the stone mountain that says "calculated". I don't know what people in this array think.

"This is the formation of Ding Master. How can it be bad?" The person of Qingyunzong did not believe.

"Dinghu?" Mo Tianyi stunned, and immediately could not help but laugh out loud. The drawing of the transmission array method will use the soul of the painter. Now the array is unstable, or the skill of the painting is not at home, or the soul of this person has been damaged. In this way, Ding's old man was really burned by him.

Several Demon's people are going to go to the gap of the mountain guard, which is also discussed by the previous sects.

The reason why everyone came is because the guardian mountain of the Magic Palace is getting weaker and weaker, and there is a map. However, until today, the big array has not stopped, and I am eager to get in. The only entrance is the gap opened when the attack on the Magic Palace three hundred years ago, that is, the blood-filled hill.

Several people guarded each other and walked there, but Mo Tianyi stood still.

"You are free to go and find the same door first." Mo Tianyi waved his hand and motioned that they could roll.

This is not a martial art. Naturally no one persuaded him to leave.

Mo Tianyi sneered and turned and walked in the opposite direction. His big mountain guards will change every few days, and the gap can be entered three hundred years ago, but now it is not alright. However, the formation is weak, and there are people who are in the process of turning the gods. It is a matter of time before the break, and he has to hurry to repair the formation.

As for why not follow the crowd... As the master, is there a door that does not go, follow the thief over the wall?