MTL - World of Cultivation-~ Eighty-eighth section

Zuo Mo’s mind sinks into the body.

The black tombstone floats alone above the sun tree. Looking at the black tombstone in front of me, Zuo Mo’s heart was excited and he finally waited until this day.

The arrogant and sinister Pu Yao, who is like a old woman, has a soft face and a black belly. They grew up with them all the time, and they gave all kinds of help to them with great dedication, although Pu Yao liked to sneer at him.

ten years!

In order to win a little life for him, the two paid the price of being imprisoned.

I'm coming!

Zuo Mo gently said to himself in his heart, his hand, reaching the tombstone.

The tombstones produced strong resistance, and black smoke spewed out and spread around at an alarming rate. The left Mo does not move, and the sun tree that restores vitality in the body releases a faint golden light.

Golden light seems to be thin, but it is extremely powerful, and black smoke melts at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The dark gold pearl disappeared, and it has been completely absorbed by Zuo Mo. The left-handed Sun Tree not only regained its vitality, but also absorbed the blood of the ancient Sun tribe, which produced three suns.

The three suns are constantly releasing their power, and the new power is much less than before.

This is the real god-level power!

In the ten years, Zuo Mo tried constantly, but every time he took these strange black smoke, there was no way. These black smokes represent the power of vows to sacrifice, and it is difficult to deal with. Zuo Mo tried to refine with the sun **** fire, but it didn't work.

Now the left Mo, with the use of divine power, can suppress the black smoke from the tombstone.

The black smoke continually spewed and continually melted.

The whole process lasted for a whole day and night.

The tombstone finally stopped emitting black smoke, and the black of the tombstone seemed to fade.

Zuo Mo’s hand finally touched the tombstone.

The cold touch came from the fingertips, and suddenly he felt that a huge power came from him and pulled him to the tombstone. Zuo Mo did not resist, he only felt a flower in front of him, and the world around him changed.

The gray wilderness can't be seen at the end.

In the wilderness, there are standing altars one after another, and in the middle of every altar there is a pillar. Each pillar is engraved with a mask, some with a big mouth, some with seriousness, some with a cold and cold...

The face is engraved very vividly, lingering with some unspeakable power. What makes people more chilly is that these faces are actually alive. Their eyes rotate with the movement of the left Mo. Their expressions creep from time to time.

Zuo Mo’s face is hard to see, and every face is detained with a soul.

Looking around, one by one, the endless stream.

In this weird tombstone, how many souls have been detained!

Zuo Mo’s speed increased, and he searched around to find the fluctuations of Pu Yao and Wei. However, after five days and five nights of continuous flight, Zuo Mo still could not find the fluctuations of Pu Yao and Wei.

The altar in front of you still can't see the end.

Zuo Mo did not stop, he continued to fly forward, until the third day, he stopped.

The two altars in front of them, side by side, two faces on the two pillars, left to recognize the Pu Yao and Wei.

"long time no see."

Momo whispered and his eyes were a little wet.

The two faces changed dramatically, and they seemed to suffer greatly.

Zuo Mo took a deep breath and no longer hesitated. He went to one of the pillars and put his hand on the pillar.

As soon as his handcuffs were put on the pillars, a scream like a landslide and tsunami sounded. These screams contain incomparable pain and despair, fear. If it is a person with a weaker power, then the eyes are already illusory.

Zuo Mo’s deaf ears, his eyes fixed, and a ray of fire on the sun, wrapped around his altar with his fingers.

The altar column burned immediately.

The layer on the surface of the altar column melts like ice and ice, followed by the second and third layers...

One layer after another, like peeling onions.

The power of the body in Zuo Mo is constantly being consumed. However, the three suns on the tree of the Sun God do not change in the light, as if endlessly endlessly releasing the incomparable power.

Zuo Mo is very focused, he does not know the passage of time.

laugh!

Eighty-first floor!

The pillar crashed into countless powder dust and annihilated in the void.

A black figure rises to the sky.

"Ha ha ha ha! I am back again!"

Still as arrogant as before, still as unscrupulous as before, still as crazy as before.

A black fire in the air, Pu Yao appeared in the side of Zuo Mo, looked scorned: "It is really slow! I thought you can come in five or six years, and sure enough, I still overestimate you!"

Like a decade of contempt and ridicule, Zuo Mo almost fell into tears.

Pu Yao went straight to the pillar of the detained guard, and smiled and said: "Well, I am out, it’s so cool outside! It’s so cool! The air is good, the weather is good, and it’s free, oh ,a ha ha ha……"

The face on the pillar in front of him was struggling but struggling, and he was obviously deeply stimulated by him.

Zuo Mo looked at the Pu Yao with a stunned look. The sadness was just crushed by the unscrupulous behavior of the Pu Yao.

How bad this guy is!

Zuo Mo shook his head and ran to another altar column. It is estimated that the guard will be suffocated by Pu.

Zuo Mo, who is familiar with the road, has more time to use and spends less time than before.

Soon, the pillars completely collapsed and annihilated, and a figure rushed out. When they rushed out, they rushed toward the Pu Yao, and the anger shook the left ear mask: "I killed you!"

Zuo Moyi can't look good. If you let the two people go on like this, I don't know when it will end. He flashed his body and appeared behind the Pu Yao, squatting, clutching the collar of the Pu Yao. Another flash, appeared in the back of the guard, grabbed the collar of Wei.

"Kid, let me go! You dare to treat the demon like this..." Pu Yao was furious.

"Looking at the demon is not as good as a dog!" Wei sneered, but then the tone turned, gnashing his teeth: "A left let me go! I want to smash this **** into a dog!"

"Cut, I will let you have one hand, oh, the wrath of the demon, the blood of the sea..."

"Cleaning your sister..."

The two glared at each other and spit.

Left Mo did not sweat, but fortunately, now brother is better than both of you. If it was the same year, the two of them were so entangled that they could only avoid it, but now they can carry one.

In an instant, Zuo Mo is extremely satisfied.

Carrying the Pu Yao and Wei to rush out the tombstone, Zuo Mo will throw the two into the fog, and then fly quickly. After a while, the ghost fog boy ran out with a look of horror, and the two of them were playing in full swing at this time.

Zuo Mozhong’s mouth is not smiling.

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Five gods of hibiscus, placed in a pool of dead water. The pure stagnant water constantly infiltrates into the gods, and turns into a steady source of divine power, which is not included in the five human bodies.

The corpse suddenly took out the wildfire.

The wildfire floated in front of him, and the figure of the ghostly woman emerged. She bowed to the ground and gave her unparalleled pressure. She felt tremor and awe from the depths of her heart.

"You are parasitic on the wildfire, obsessed, and said, what is the unfinished wish?" The corpse is faint.

The female body of the wildfire trembled, and the head did not dare to carry it, but burst into tears and choked: "The slave is just wondering how the children and grandchildren are doing?"

The corpse nodded, and his finger was hooked, and only a little light particles flew out of the wildfire woman. The corpse whispered in the mouth, and the fingers were sketched in front of the sky. I saw this light blasting and turning into a ray of light. In the light, the picture emerges, and the man in the picture is somewhat similar to the female face.

The ghost fire woman was very excited. She looked at the man in the picture tightly and burst into tears in her eyes.

The man in the picture looks about forty, with a child around him, and is slowing down on the street.

The picture was about a fragrant time, and it disappeared.

The ghost fire woman wiped her tears, and her face glowed with a different kind of light. She once again bowed to the ground: "The slaves have already wished. If the seniors have a bad drive, they will go through the fire and not shrink back!"

The corpse nodded: "You understand the truth, very good. I will send you a favor to you. If you like, your children and grandchildren will definitely be incense."

The WISP woman said calmly: "Predecessors please."

The corpse refers to one of the coffins: "The woman lying in the coffin is the woman that the new Pluto loves. She is unrequited and wants to wake up. It is very difficult. I want to take your soul and imprison her. So one Come, she can not only break free from God's punishment, but also communicate with your heart, and can still hold the punishment of death. God is like a prison, the days are definitely not good. But your contribution, can envy your children and grandchildren, presumably you understand, I am Ask you, are you willing?"

The WISP woman did not hesitate: "The slaves are willing to take care of the gods on behalf of the mother!"

The color of praise in the eyes of the corpse: "Good!"

After all, it’s no nonsense. With a wave of hand, the god’s wooden scorpion will be opened. The corpse was a little empty, and the wildfire did not enter the purple chain of the ghost's forehead.

A ghost body trembled.

The purple chain wrapped around her body slammed into her body and disappeared.

The smear on the face of the ghost and the body disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her gray complexion returned to a rosy luster. The powerful atmosphere suddenly emerges, and the original divine power that the gods grow up is constantly immersed in the body of the ghost.

The smell of a ghost is getting more and more amazing.

The corpse waved and closed the coffin, and his eyes flashed a bit of tiredness.

But he did not stop, took the dragon in his hand and walked to the front of Wei Sheng's coffin. The dragon heart beats in his palm, strong and powerful.

Looking at Wei Sheng in the sleep, the body couldn't help but say to himself: "The dragon heart adds to the blood sword, it is really looking forward to it! Unfortunately, I can't see it!"

After all, he gently shook his head and regretted his face.

The fingertips on the right side of Wei Sheng's chest are hooked, and the right chest is drawn with a big hole. The corpse gently put the dragon heart into it, and the palm of the hand was wiped at the wound of Wei Sheng, and the wound disappeared.

Wei Sheng’s face was so red that it seemed to be bloody.

The cadaver's fingertips flew out a few light spots, and did not enter Wei Sheng's body. Wei Sheng's body trembled and he did not move.

The corpse was re-closed to the coffin.

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