MTL - World of Cultivation-~ Seventy-ninth section totem

Updated: 2012-10-29

A threaded disc covered with a circle appeared in front of everyone, with an eye in the center of the disc, and white mist emerged from the eyes. The disk is small, the white mist flows very slowly, and the white mist does not dissipate, but condenses in the air.

Is the white mist here flowing out of this disc?

"I know where this is." Pu Yao suddenly spoke, his tone was dignified.

"Where?" Zuo Mo heard that the mood of Pu Yao is not right, and my heart secretly wonders, such a daring guy like Pu Yao, there are actually scared places?

"Totem Quebec!" Pu deer spit out four words.

When I heard these four words, Wei first was a glimpse, his face changed greatly, and he lost his voice: "Impossible!"

"Totem Quebec? A strange name, what is this place?" Zuo Mo is more curious, Wei's reaction, also proves that this word is not ordinary.

“Totem is the arena of the ancient tribe totems in ancient times.” Pu Yao simply introduced, he said: “In ancient times, there will be fighting battles every time, the totems of all tribes are strong. Get together and compete for the king."

"Oh, it sounds like it's like a sword." Zuo Mo thought.

"The battle of the battle is much more cruel than the test of the sword." Wei couldn't help but say: "That is the battle of life and death! Few people come back alive. The most powerful totem power is called the Kui Wang, the tribe that will be there. Great power, other tribes need to tribute to them. This tribute will continue until the emergence of the new king. Generally speaking, it will be held every ten years."

Wei Shen said: "There is no evidence that this is the totem. I have not been to the Totem, but there is no sign of this site."

Pu Yao cold and cold road: "Totem's five front halls, rain and thunder and snow. If I did not guess wrong, here is the fog hall, this disc should be foggy."

Wei Duran, he was not a totem strongman in the past, in the tribe, his strength is weak, totems such as the totem, but not his turn. However, he has heard of the five halls of the storm, thunder and snow in the totem.

Zuo Mo has already believed in most of the time. When Pu Yao said the name of Wu Yugui, Zuo Mo believed. This disc in front of you, but the image is not. It is no wonder that his divine power is hindered everywhere. If it is a totem, it will make sense. After all, it is used to fight the totem power.

"Pu Yao, you know very well!"

Zuo Mo is actually very surprised about this. If this is the word of Wei, Zuo Mo feels normal, after all, Wei still lives in that era, but did not expect that the word is broken is the Pu Yao.

Pu Yao did not show the glory, but looked as usual: "My teacher, once studied the totem field for a long time."

Zuo Mo suddenly realized this, but the heart is more curious, the teacher of Pu Yao, looks a bit powerful!

"What do we do now?" Zuo Mo asked with a look of hope, and then pointed to the fog in front of him: "This thing, it looks like a good thing, it must be a baby, can you get rid of it?"

Pu Yao Shen Shen said: "Totem's wind and rain, thunder and snow, five halls, is the first test, the most people eliminated here. Only when you go out alive, it is possible to go into the next round. As for the fog, it is indeed Piece baby, but it guards the fog hall. If you can take it away, the fog hall is naturally cracked. However, I don't recommend you to do this."

I heard that the foggy eye is the baby’s left-handedness, and when he is eager to try, he will be poured down by a pool of cold water. He can’t help but ask: “Why?”

"The ancient totem powerhouse, compared to you now, do not know how much stronger. But why did foggy eyes have been here for so many years, no one thought about taking it away?" Pu Yao asked.

Left Mo Yi, it is ah, for so many years, this thing is still there, so many totem strong, no one has taken it away, this thing is certainly not so good to start. Although Momo is greedy for money, he is quite self-aware. I don't think he is a personal thing in the rivers and lakes today, but he is still far worse than the inhuman metamorphosis of the ancient stars.

But... I met the baby and looked at it... and then I walked away...

Can't get away, why tell brother!

Zuo Mo’s heart is bleeding, but he remains calm: “How do we get out?”

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

"Don't know?"

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

Left Mo wants to cry without tears, know that this is the fog hall, know that the fog eye is a baby, but actually do not know how to go out ... the most critical place, do not know.

Seeing the eyes of Zuo Mo's contempt, Pu Yao is helpless: "Ancient things, many things have been annihilated in the dust of history, can be seen a little, it is quite difficult."

Wei, who has been racking his brains, suddenly said: "I really imagine that there are books in the family that have said..."

Zuo Mo spirits: "How do you say?"

"It’s too long, I don’t remember it, you let me think about it.” Wei Hao, some of them, only had a vague impression. It seems that the first person in the family passed the first round and was injured. Only leave your thoughts.

Zuo Mo heard the words, but also very helpless.

At this time, suddenly, the stupidity of the bird's eyes has been stunned, and the eyes of the fog are stunned!

Noisy!

A glamorous Mars suddenly smashed at the tip of a stupid bird.

Hey!

The fog was twitching, and then, the eye of the eye suddenly came out with amazing suction.

I saw the white mist around it like a cotton candy, and began to slowly move to the left and other people. These are like real white fog, like a pile of white cotton, squeezed from all sides.

Deep in the white mist, there was a loud and banging sound.

Zuo Mo was stunned by the change in his eyes. He never thought that the stupid bird would come so embarrassed!

This bird is smashed?

Is there a hatred for this stuff?

However, the immediate changes made him unable to think too much. In a blink of an eye, the white fog arrived less than three feet away from them. Unlike the fog that was almost static at the moment, the white mist was smashing and tumbling.

Although I don't know what these white fogs have, I know nothing about it. Let's not let it continue.

Since you suck, then I also suck!

The left Mo stunned, the wrist turned over, a magnetic bottle appeared in the hand, swaying the law, desperately absorbed the fog.

However, the suction of the magnetic bottle is obviously not as strong as the suction of the eye, and the left is not seen, the hair is turned, the wrist is turned over, and the wrist is turned over again...

Before the blink of an eye, three rows of magnetic bottles floated in front of Zuo Mo, nine in each row.

The magnetic bottle is big!

Suck!

The suction of twenty-seven magnetic bottle bottles immediately became effective, and twenty-seven white mists flowed in, and there was no magnetic bottle. In a twinkling of an eye, the left Mo is again emptied around.

And twenty-seven magnetic bottles are all full.

Zuo Mosong breathed a sigh of relief, and the magnetic bottle on his hand was not ordinary. If such a magnetic bottle is used to hold water, it can easily **** a river that is three miles wide and ten miles long.

I did not expect to absorb the white mist, but I couldn’t absorb much, and it was full.

The white mist in the magnetic bottle was condensed into water, and the whole bottle was only a glimpse. The water was a bit bright and there was nothing special about it.

However, I haven't waited for the left to figure out what the white fog is, the white fog around it, and slowly approaching them.

When the white fog approached them two feet, suddenly there was a violent tumbling in the white fog. At the same time, the warning sign in the left heart was suddenly, like something dangerous in the white fog.

At this time, suddenly there was a burst of empty sound in the white mist, a group of white bats! The number of white bats is no less than a hundred, and it’s very fast. The wings are like a blade, and the fog is coming out!

"Be careful!" left Mo a low drink.

A very fine black shadow flew around him, and in midair, the shadow suddenly exploded into countless tiny beams.

Each beam is a very thin sword, and the smashed swordsmanship is like a fireworks.

The whistling white bat slammed into the eye-catching sword.

Puff puff!

Any white bat that was hit by the swordsman immediately turned into a white mist.

A black mini figure, standing with a crescent knife, a cold face floating in front of the left Mo, but it is a feminine warlike ten!

Ten products and one face are proud, it seems that just a blow, did not do their best.

"Not bad, small ten good, this sword is quite a bit of a master's style." Zuo Mo certainly does not praise, although the ten products are using a crescent knife, but the cultivation is a sword.

The ten characters look the same, but it is clear that the praise of Zuo Mo is very useful.

The little tower flies up and down, and squats to the side of the ten products, fanning his fleshy tower, as if to say, hard work, and a slap in the face.

The small fire has also been scraped over, and the round body is constantly rolling around the ten items.

Ten products are proud of their faces, and they immediately become helpless faces. He obviously has no too many ways for these two live treasures.

"Be careful!" Zuo Mo was shocked.

In the fog, there was a very loud humming sound, and if it wasn’t left, it would not be noticed. He reacted very quickly, flexing his fingers, and the blue silk on his wrist, such as the poisonous snake that came out of the hole, was not in the white mist.

Ok?

Left to a surprise, the blue silk tied to the wrist was tight.

The left Mo reaction was extremely fast, the right palm turned over, and there was a sunfire on the hand. I saw the fire of the **** along the blue silk and spread to the other end at an alarming speed.

A glimpse of the fire, a flash of light.

boom!

There was a dull explosion in the white mist. The white mist was very weird and the explosion was very intense, but the fog was not affected by the explosion.

There was a sudden roar in the white mist, and the sun **** fire still caused it damage.

Left Mo snorted, slamming his hands and shaking the blue silk.

Countless dazzling waves, blooming from the blue silk, like raindrops, into the white mist.

Puff puff!

A series of dull hits are very dense.

The attack of Zuo Mo, how can it end so easily? Standing on the waist, holding the blue silk, slamming out.

A group of high-growth fog groups were pulled out of the white mist by the left.

The fog is thicker than the usual white fog, and it seems that something is creeping and creepy.

At this time, the situation is suddenly changed!

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