MTL - World of Cultivation-~ One hundred and eleventh

One hundred and eleventh haze

Zuo Mo is not the first time to come to the sword hole, but every time he comes, he can not help but admire. Who can think that there is such a strange world in a cave, a magical world that is completely different from the outside.

When Pu Yao entered the sword hole, he completely ignored the left Mo, and he ran to the side to absorb the yin. Looking at the face of Pu Yao's intoxicated look, Zuo Mo profoundly realized that this demon and people really are different.

It’s not easy to come to a sword hole. Zuo Mo decided to condense some yin beads. This is the value of spar, and the second is to refine the yin-fire beads. Although it has not tried the power of the yin-fire beads, Zuo Mo is very convinced of its power. Refining things that are so difficult, can't be said without power!

He found a place with a strong yin and no interference from the Pu Yao, and began to condense the yin.

Since Pu Yao said that all the laws are in the array, Zuo Mo began to consciously think in this direction. However, reality is always more complicated than theory. There are many changes in the simple law. If the essence of the law is really a symbol, then it is necessary to find the matrix in such a complicated and varied change. The difficulty is high and can be imagined.

Soon, he was immersed in the world of exploration. I saw that his hands were slow and slow, and he couldn’t see the rules. His face still had no expression, his eyes were sluggish and free, and he seemed to be outside.

The yin around his hands suddenly fluttered and collapsed, and he collapsed from time to time. He was like unconscious, his hands and fingers constantly changing, like a demon.

The open-eyed Pu Yao saw the situation of Zuo Mo, and the madness that rushed to his body was slightly stagnation. He closed his eyes again, and the yin around him flocked to him at a more crazy speed.

The left Mo double finger method gradually began to have a chapter, and the speed of the yin collected in his hand also accelerated a little, and a yin pearl gradually formed. When the yin of the hand is completed, Zuo Mo’s returning to the soul from the state of the lost soul, he put the yin that has just been condensed into his eyes, and he is not disappointed. There is nothing in this vain and the previously condensed yin. the difference. The only difference is that in time, it is faster than before.

This line is very short. If it is not left, I am afraid that there will be no feeling. Although this is only a trivial improvement, it is a great encouragement to Zuo Mo. Although he is somewhat disappointed, he also understands that it is still quite difficult for him to study the law. But at least the direction is correct, as long as the direction is not mistaken, and slowly go on, there will always be progress.

He just made a bold little adjustment, which is the adjustment he did not understand, so that the time of the yinzhu's condensation is faster.

Maybe you will not be so hard when you have a higher level of accomplishment in your character, and you will comfort yourself.

After that, he did not spend his time on the continuation of the enthusiasm, but began to seriously condense the yin. He condensed thirty beads of yin in one breath.

The sulky Pu Yao looks radiant, with a satisfying expression, he floats to the left Momo: "Go to hunt one or two haze!"

That looks like a bungee, wanting to eat meat.

"You can go hunting yourself." Zuo Mo is a bit strange. The strength of the Pu Yao is much stronger than that of him. It is unreasonable to find him to help.

Pu Yao grinned, and some helplessly said: "I shot, this haze tastes bad."

"Really fake?" Zuo Mo did not believe.

Pu Yao shrugged, did not explain.

Do not think about it, still don't offend this **** is better, Pu Yao is more eager for the soul, he knows quite well. Hunting haze is better than letting him kill and kill.

"Okay, but I am also clear about your strength." Zuo Mo reminded the Pu Yao.

Pu Yao is very excited: "Enough! This kind of broken place, what kind of powerful haze can be made? Hey, we have to come in before your brother, there may be several good things."

"Why?" asked the left.

Probably because of the left-handed effort, Pu Yao did not show any impatience this time. The explanation is very detailed: "Most haze is mostly from the yin-rich land, born of yin, gradually beginning to be spiritual, and then constantly sucking around. The yin and the intellect will continue to improve. As long as the mind is open, they are born with the instinct of cultivation, they will continue to purify their bodies, oh, some more powerful haze, and finally they can cultivate into a demon. From the haze to the demon Because of the natural pure Yin body, it is very difficult."

There are some accidents on the left. It is not easy to hear the words that are difficult to sing from Pu Yao’s mouth.

Pu Yao continued: "But after all, the haze is born of yin, it takes a while. Your brother has just emptied this sword hole, it is really abnormal, but there is no one left! If it is not this sword hole, except for the Yin Gas, and **** suffocation, this haze formation is not so easy." Then a look regretted: "But after all, time is too short, there will be no good things. Hey, life is so helpless!"

Pu Yao’s sighing sigh makes Zuo Mo feel weird. He decided to remind Pu Yao: “Pu, you are not a person, no life.”

One person and one demon began to go deep into the sword hole.

The more you walked in, the more intense the yin, and the expression on the face of Pu Yao became more and more pleasant, but it was strange in the eyes of Zuo Mo. Sure enough, this demon is different from people. The more you walk in the left, the more you play the drums. The surrounding scene has become more sinister and horrible, but the knowledge of Zuo Mo has been quite hot, the feeling is more obvious, the hairy chill is like countless tiny bugs, drilling into the body of Zuo Mo.

The **** blood flowing from the feet is more sticky and scarlet than the outside, and countless murders are emitted from them. Zuo Mo’s gods have to avoid these murders. I remembered that I almost used my fingers to touch these liquids like blood, and I was afraid that I couldn’t help myself for a while. Now he can feel the blood of the blood, definitely not what he can touch.

"Where is the haze?" The voice of Zuo Mo trembled a little.

Pu Yao stopped and looked around, suddenly pointing in one direction, excited: "Hey, there is one in front." After that, he took the lead and floated over. The whole person of Pu Yao always floats in the air, just like a ghost.

Zuo Mo only had a hard scalp to follow up.

I saw a black mist, and I was tumbling in the corner.

"This is the haze?" Zuo Mo pointed at the black fog and asked dumbly. Listening to Pu Yao said so terrible horror, I did not expect to see such a group of black fog that looks harmless.

"The haze has just been shaped like this. It has not yet formed a sense of intelligence. If it is sensible, the yin around it will condense and form." Pu Yao shrugged: "The shape of the haze is strange, what kind of Yes, it’s not surprising that you have to see more."

"I still don't want to see much." Momo muttered in his mouth and glanced at the black mist of the shape of change. He suddenly felt that he could not start: "How to hunt?"

"It's very simple, you just hurt it." Pu Yao's eyes were beaming, and he added with expectation: "Serious!"

Left Mo calls out the dripping sword. After this period of time, the dripping sword has been relentlessly warmed up by the spirit spring, and has become more crystal-clear and moist like water droplets. After a lot of comparison, he decided to shoot!

"Shun Shui"!

In front of Zuo Mo, a translucent cockroach quietly spread. The dripping sword plunged into the haze, and the sharp tip of the sword seemed to puncture into the water, and it was obvious that the stagnation from the tip of the sword could be felt.

hiss!

The haze suddenly slammed violently.

Zuo Mo suddenly had a pain in his head, like a root thorn stuck in his head, and the dripping sword suddenly became chaotic.

"This is the weakest haze, and it will be a trick. God knows that it is weak and can't be weak." Pu Yao sneered at the side: "You won't even be able to make it."

At this time, the second **** knows that the thorns are coming again, and the left Mo Jian is in a mess.

Although his knowledge is quite large, it has always been a headache for him to use his knowledge. It’s a waste of a lot of gods, but I don’t know how to use them. Not to mention how to attack with God, how to use God to defend such methods.

In the head, it was like being shackled twice, and it was a pain.

The attack of the haze is invisible and inferior. When his gods discover that the other party’s attack is over, he can’t dodge. The things related to the Pu Yao, really nothing good, left Mo Xin mourned.

The haze only relies on instinct. It is immediately provoked by the dripping sword. In addition to the thorns of the gods, it is like an angry beast.

Zuo Mo only felt that the temperature of the surrounding air dropped sharply, and the richness was like a real yin wrapped around him. He seemed to want to penetrate from his pores and drill into his body! Zuo Mo only felt that countless needles were stuck in his body, and he could not help but scream.

"You are really abolished. This kind of haze, you broke the brothers with only one sword, they gave them a slap." Pu Yao sneered at the side without heart.

At this time, Momo had already refused to go to Pu Yao, and the dripping sword returned to his hand. This time he did not hesitate to run the power and prepare to launch a full blow!

However, he immediately flew away!

The spiritual power in the body suddenly lost control! Tightly wrapped around the black mist around him, like a sponge, frantically absorbed the spiritual power of Zuo Mo.

How could this be?

At this speed, his spiritual power will be quickly sucked up by the haze!

"Linging spirits, it is a demon city, oh, this little haze is not a demon." Pu Yao speech is timely, but it is full of disdain for this haze.

Left Mo heard what the Pu Yao said, suddenly moved in the heart, devouring! Literally understood, it should be to devour spiritual power. I don't know why, he suddenly thought of "King Kong Wei Yan", at this time, no other, he immediately urged the tombstone version of "King Kong Wei Yan".

I saw a sudden flash of gold in the dark fog, and the left Mo was like a layer of dark gold.

effective!

Zuo Mo clearly felt that the loss of spiritual loss in the body slowed down. The skin of the dark gold is like a protective film, which can isolate the loss of spiritual power. The left hand holding the dripping sword no longer hesitates to launch!

"Layer"!

The sword is on the ground, if it rises, it will reverberate, and the layers will overlap, and the tide will rise!

At this time, the chill that had accumulated for a long time was like an avalanche, and it sprang up and slammed into it!

Zuo Mo's body pressure was relieved, standing with a sword, taking him as the center, a circle of light blue ice crystal slag.