MTL - World of Cultivation-~ Eighty-fourth, the anger of Zuo Mo [first]

Updated: 2012-11-23

A ghost's [undead] brought great impact to Li Xianer.

A ghost immediately seized the flaws of the other party's mind and almost fell, and the body shape slammed.

Almost at the same time, two purple flame knives, like the poisonous snake that spoke the first letter, appeared quietly behind Li Xianer.

Li Xianer perceives danger, her heart suddenly wakes up, secretly regrets, and she really lacks practical experience, and she is actually in front of such a powerful opponent.

The woven female shuttle is dexterously folded, and it wants to weave into a **** pattern to block the ghost.

However, how fast is the attack of the ghost, Li Xianer lost his mind and has lost his first hand. I saw that the woven female shuttle was woven halfway, two whispering purple knives, quietly singing the female shuttle!

boom!

Li Xianer’s heart trembled and the body blew.

The woven female shuttle was hit hard, and was slammed into the air. A tiny purple flame was smeared on the woven shuttle. At the same time, a sigh of death with a strong sense of death, quietly into her body.

Li Xianer had no time to recover the woven female shuttle, and suddenly she had a chill in her neck. Her heart was stunned, and the pink boots at her feet lit up the gods. Her body shape suddenly disappeared from the place.

A touch of purple knife, from the place she had just set up, if she responded a little slower, the knife will make her neck easily split into two.

Li Xianer appeared in the air twenty feet away. Her face was white and she was shocked. Her hair was cut by the knife and she was still flying in the air.

At that moment, she almost smelled the breath of death, and the gods on the boots under her feet had a spider-like crack. Just now she was able to escape her life, and it was completely the role of the gods and gods.

[Weaving Female Shuttle] There are three different life-saving gods, and the effects are different. There are only two places left.

In the end, she is a proud woman in the sky. Although she is strong in strength, she lacks the quenching of fire and blood, and the will and the left Moga ghost are much worse.

Draw up the power and dispel the purple awns that are drilled into the body.

She suddenly felt that today is dangerous.

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Zuo Mo was very uncomfortable today, and now he was suppressed by Li Xianer!

This situation is one of the few in his fighting career, but the other's divine power is very strong, and the body of the gods has a powerful power, and the two add up, so that Zuo Mo has eaten two consecutive losses.

Zuo Mo has always had great confidence in his own power. The vortex of his right hand can provide a constant source of power for him. Although the number is small, the number is quite considerable. His own cultivation is also extremely hard, and the power of the gods has maintained a growing momentum.

Throughout the Mo Yunhai, apart from the two freaks of the ghost and the master, the power of others has grown, and it is impossible to compare with him.

A ghost's situation has not yet been understood. The masters are constantly refining the power of the blood sword, this ancient sword that can be compared with the ancient sword, the horror of power, like the ocean.

Zuo Mo is actually very sympathetic to the master, and he has to struggle in the sea every day. This taste is uncomfortable. This kind of pain is absolutely unbearable for the average person. Zuo Mo once tried it once and came out for three days. The masters accept this kind of self-abuse cultivation every day, never stop. Therefore, the strength of the master's metamorphosis, left Moss is not awkward, no one knows better than him the power of the master, how come.

Under the encouragement of a strong and perverted non-human master, under the temptation of a beautiful future, such as the mountain spar, Zuo Mo’s cultivation is equally painful.

His divine power is also his practice of bit by bit.

The vortex of the right hand, for him now, can only be regarded as extravagant. He must devote more time to cultivation, the sun god, and he is familiar with it.

Zuo Mo is a very realistic guy, the temper is still a little lazy, a little talent, but if there is no pressure, it is absolutely embarrassing. But once he feels pressure and danger, he will go forward as fast as a spring, and stay away from danger.

Mo Yunhai seems to be thriving, but the wolves are waiting, the danger has never been far from them, and the pressure has never disappeared from him.

And there are also ghosts.

Today's Zuo Mo has a strong belief that he wants to protect the ghosts, protect Mo Yunhai, and avenge the head and the uncles!

Zuo Mo, who did not waste time, is full of confidence in his own strength. However, today, he is suppressed by others, or a woman!

Unprecedented feelings of grievances, like a fire, burning in the body of Zuo Mo.

The bloodshot eyes filled his eyes for a moment, his face was distorted, and his breath was like a fire!

If... If you are so weak... How to protect the ghosts... How to protect everyone...

In my mind, it seems that there is a voice constantly echoing.

Countless pictures flashed in front of his eyes.

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In the dark cave.

The pale face of the ghost gradually became fascinating, and the sad scorpion gradually became hollow. The original innocent face began to grow a patch of plaque, and the cold and grayed-out vitality spread from her body.

The gradually empty eyes seem to be filled with tears.

Cold hands, gently touched on the face of a comatose teenager.

Wherever the palm passed, the boy’s face became a little bit unrecognizable. He seemed to be struggling, but he quickly regained his silence.

The void and gray have occupied half of the girl's eyes, and the horrible dead spot grows from her forehead to the nose.

She suddenly leaned over, leaving only a half-clean face, clinging to the boy's cheek, gently rubbing.

"A ghost will find the young master. It will!"

The girl’s resolute voice echoed in the cave, a drop of tears, dripping on the face of a comatose teenager.

When she raised her head again, the horrible dead spot almost covered two-thirds of her face, and the scorpion was almost filled with gray.

She no longer hesitated, got up, and looked deeply at the left and disappeared.

Gray and empty eyes, no tears.

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"We follow the boss..."

"Crap, of course, follow the boss..."

......

"We have a name on our big site."

"Hey, how about naming with the boss?"

"Good idea! Left Mo Yunhai?"

"Please, it's a little bit good! This is a space that doesn't have much aftertaste!"

"You have the ability to come!"

"Hey, that's Mo Yunhai!"

"Is there a less word in the space of aftertaste?"

......

"It's called Mo Yunhai!"

"agree!"

"Seriously agree!"

"Wow, great!"

......

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......

"If he is really a demon?"

......

"It is better to send him away than to fall in Kunlun. We watched him grow up... Kunlun’s order, we can’t reverse it... oh..."

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hateful! Damn it! Bastard!

The fire in the body of Zuo Mo became more and more blazing, and it was so fierce that he almost seemed to be burning. However, at this time, his heart was filled with strong anger and anger against himself!

My own power is not as good as a woman!

How could this be!

How could this be!

The violent roar swayed in the chest of the left, and the fire in the body suddenly soared and swallowed him in an instant.

All reason is turned into a fly ash at this moment, he only has instinct, only unwilling, only anger!

Countless flames came out of his body and enveloped his body.

The crystal seeds that have been so long in the body seem to be awakened and suddenly begin to slowly rotate. The sun seeds seem to sense the anger of Zuo Mo, a blizzard of red, flowing from the depths of the sun, and sputum.

The red blazing blaze, the first-class out, will turn into a deep red flame, along the body of Zuo Mo, running endlessly.

The blazing current meets the divine power, the bang, the golden blaze flashes, like the huge fire that rises from the surface of the sun, and the mighty power of the torrent, like a volcanic eruption, instantly fills the body of the left Mo.

The golden anger shrouded the shape of Zuo Mo, and the snoring of the flame was clearly audible.

During the flames, the golden ripples are lost.

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Li Xianer was shocked. She turned her face and saw the left Mo in the flame.

The eyes of the ancient wells are not wavery, there is no trace of feelings, and the indifference is like a god.

Amazing breath, from the inflamed flames, waves of waves continue to spread around. A circle of light golden ripples visible to the naked eye, this life and the end, a steady stream.

When a golden ripple spread to the front of Li Xianer, it was already much thinner.

But since this thin golden ripple, the moment of contact with her gas field, the flames suddenly slammed up.

Li Xianer only felt a passionate enthusiasm, she could not help but tremble.

The left Mo is like a person.

But... obviously no gods!

Li Xianer’s heart is full of fear, and the power of Zuo Mo’s performance at this time is almost beyond imagination.

The left is disappearing.

Li Xianer was shocked, and the woven female shuttle flew to the front, in an instant, a complex and infinite shape.

Almost at the same time, a fuzzy golden figure appeared in front of the gods.

Zuo Mo's speed is too fast, and Li Xianer can't catch the naked eye. She can only see a vague figure.

Blur figure quickly became clear

- Because Zuo Mo stopped in front of the gods.

Nothing, the right fist of the flame wrapped, a punch on the tough godliness.

Snapped!

Like the smashing of the glass, the tough and incomparable **** pattern, instantly shattered.

The fists of the unrelenting fists open openly, grabbing the female shuttle!

How can it be……

Li Xianer’s brain is blank and stands on the spot. This scene in front of her eyes is beyond the limits of her imagination!

The golden flame, wrapped in the woven female shuttle, the female shuttle trembled fiercely, seemingly trying to break away from the palm of Zuo Mo, but no matter how hard it is, it can't break free.

A ghost's palm appeared behind Li Xian's neck.

Li Xianer had a spirit, but had no time to react. She only felt a tight neck, a palm that covered the purple flame, as if sticking out from the void and holding her neck.

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