Immortal Mortal

"Boom!" The Milky Way fell and slammed directly above the shovel.

The heavy smashing of the stalwart smashed, and the killing scent that had not yet gathered on the shovel was directly crushed.

Because of the loss of the opportunity, the flow bend was suppressed by Mo Wuji. Mo Wuji did not wait for the flow to slow down, and once again stepped forward, falling on the top, raising his hand is a bang.

The world!

I am the master of the universe, pointing to the world.

After Mo Wuji entered the spirit, the rhyme rules were perfect. Under the human world, the sacred avenue is the quasi-sacred strongman who can't break free under the rush.

It’s been a hundred years since life and death. Why care about everything, instead of getting rid of it, it’s better to let it go...

Even if the unscrupulous repairs have improved a lot, the repairs have also risen to the second floor of the gods. The flow of the bend is still between the breath and the unscrupulous people in the world, the Buddha in the hands of the shovel into the air. One after another, the invisible rhythm of the rhyme formed a cobweb space, and the dense cage shrouded Mo Wuji.

The flow is not a fool. At this time, can he not know if it is not good?

Mo Wuji naturally will not be the only one in the world, and in the world of the flow of the bones, just after the Buddha shovel was sacrificed, Mo Wuzhi’s one-touch change has changed from the human world to the vast world.

Seven circles refer to the second finger, heaven and earth!

The rhythm of the vast world and the shovel of the shovel smashed together, the space rules burst, the violent rhythm rules burst, and the gods were violent, and the small half of the universe was like a huge carpet. .

If it was said that only the broken rain-stack was turned into a powder, then this time, the magic of the gods and the rhythm of the rules, the universe of the gods of the city is all turned into powder. Countless monks have retreated and dare not approach one step. This violent rhyme bursts, and once it is close, it is very likely to be taken away by the bursting rule and turned into nothingness.

At this time, no one dared to laugh at it. In the short battle just now, Mo Wuji clearly occupied the absolute upper hand. Although the flow is a hasty, his passive beating situation is still unobstructed.

Originally, I wanted to share a sly Gu Yu, and I saw the face of Mo Wuzhi’s powerful face changed. He knows that he is wrong, and that Mo Meng is not so easy to take.

This is normal. If the unscrupulous Hong Meng is born, the individual can take it away. Can people still live today?

"Stop, I want to kill is even oneself, why do you want to intervene in the Taoist friends?" The rhythm rules burst and burst, the flow bend already knows, he is probably not a non-mutual opponent.

When Mo Wuji would care about the flow of the bend, in the rules of the violent explosion, this time he crossed the top of the flow elbow and slammed it down.

Under one finger, the entire space universe seems to have formed a regular backflow, and a horrible rhythm rule that has been smashed into the sky has smashed out.

Seven circles refer to the third finger, fortune!

At the beginning, Huan was under his creation, but he also had to be hit hard. Mo Wuji did not believe that the flow blocked his world and the world, and could still block his fingers.

The world is a furnace, everything is copper; yin and yang are anthrax, and it is made for work!

All the violent momentum brought by the shovel of the Buddha’s shovel collapsed under the realm of creation. The world that has already collapsed and the heavens and the earth are integrated into the huge melting pot.

In this huge melting pot, like a flood of rules and waves, the stream and his shovel are submerged.

"Hey!" The flow felt that his field began to break and shatter, and his rules began to withstand the horror of this horror.

For the first time in the eyes of the flow, the expression of horror was revealed. What strength is this? What is this supernatural power?

The flow wants to go away quickly, but he finds it is already late. If he walks away while using the spider web to kill space, he still has a chance. Now the unscrupulous creation refers to the molding. He is carried by the rhyme of the melting pot. Unless Mo Wuji takes the initiative to stop, he can no longer walk.

In the unscrupulous melting furnace, the flow felt that everything was disappearing. He cried in horror. "Do you have a misunderstanding between the friends? Why are you hurting? I am really Don't want to blew the rhyme, if so, what about the cosmos of the universe?"

A large battle road that has long been surrounded by Mo Wuji and the curving circle is ruined. The distant view of the battle has been stunned when he heard the flow. When will the person who turns the corner care about the cosmos of the universe?

Mo Wuji has no sorrow and no joy, and the rhythm of the Tao is getting more and more rounded. It is like the whole world is controlled by him. He closes his eyes and can even feel the rhythm rules of every flow around him.

Any rule bursting is in his senses.

"Life and death wheel ... give me a seal ...." When the flow of panic panic to pull out the Mo Wuzhi made the furnace, Mo Wuyi suddenly opened his eyes, a handprint shot to the flow.

The space of the messy rules suddenly became clear, and countless rules were ordered and organized. Among them, life and death are even more distinct, and they are printed in a big bend.

At this moment, the Buddha's shovel has just been pulled out, and even if it has not completed the third magical power, it is bound by the wheel.

The life was broken, the death came, and there was a trace of despair in the flowing eyes. If you can, at this moment, he would rather not want anything, and then mad, how far away.

If there is no world, his vitality will be completely bound by life and death, and the vitality will be like a river that breaks the levee.

"This friend, we had some misunderstandings before. I can open my own world and let you take anything. My Buddha shovel is a top treasure, and can also be given to a friend..." Do not be dignified, screaming wildly.

What is dignity compared to a small life?

Mo Wuji did not waver at all, and the rhythm of life and death was even more rapid.

"Hey!" The body of the bend burst and the blood fog broke. The Tao rhyme is under the fingers of creation and melts into nothingness.

Mo Wuji said faintly, "I don't even bother to pick up the seven Buddha shovel. You are a fake, nothing in my eyes."

"Forgive me, I am willing to surrender the brand of the soul..." The flow felt that everything was broken, and he was sure to kill him once he was killed by Mo.

There is no reason to be lazy to care, the heart of the green heart, the violent flame will sweep the flow, the next moment the flow is disappeared without a trace.

It was not until this time that Mo Wuji said, "Why are you qualified for garbage to control the soul?"

Although the start to the end of the battle is not too short, it is definitely not too long. When Mo Wuji hangs behind the moon for half a month, the chaotic rule space around it has stabilized. In addition to the building and the streets of the universe of the gods, there is also the disappearance of the sacred sacred to destroy the unscrupulous people.

Although the universe **** city has been compressed into the corner of the universe, there are still many monks here. Until Mo Wuji killed the flow, after the magic weapon was put away, most of the monks did not slow down. It is because the facts are too much for everyone's expectations.

In the eyes of everyone, Mo Wuji and others will surely be killed by the flow of the river. As a result, it is impossible to kill the quasi-holy flow, and the battle process can be described almost by crushing. Look at this young man without even a mess of hair, everyone knows how big the difference between the quasi-saint and the unscrupulous.

"Predecessors, I have been really blind, but I have not seen that you are a quasi-holy." Even the first one came over, his face was very embarrassing.

If Mo Wuji is a quasi-holy, he must be a predecessor. The monk repairs everything for the level, and the strength determines everything. Moreover, it is still a city of the universe, and it is more fancy to the strength.

Mo Wuji said with a fist, "If you even have a friend, you will be ignorant of it. The seniors are really afraid to do it. You have me remembered the grace of saving me and my sister."

Even the people who are already open-minded ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ otherwise will not see some unfair things. He heard Mo Wuji’s words, and said with a smile, “The Wuxiong brother said that if this is the case, then I will be welcome. If I don’t mind if I don’t mind, I can take you to a good restaurant to drink. There is the strongest spirit in this universe."

As for being broken into **** here, will it make Mo Wuji compensate? I have never thought about it. Mo Wuji is so powerful, in the cosmic city of God to kill the quasi-holy flow, if the city owner of the universe **** city dare to stand up and let Mo Wuji compensate, then it is the brain is not good.

It’s like a slap in the face of a broken slap in the rain, and who dares to come out?

"Okay." Mo Wuji said without hesitation, he gave Hong Meng a life to Ji Liu, and Liu also needs to find a quiet place to heal.

"Gu Yu has seen Mo Daoyou. If Mo Daoyou doesn't mind, he can go to my Dongfu Xiaoyan." On the other side, Gu Yu came forward with a smile and a fist.

Mo Wuzhi most despised is Guy Gu, who did not say a bit politely, "I am very mindful, let the road open."

(Today's update is here, friends are good night!)