MTL - World of Cultivation-~ The eighth hundred and eighty-two beat!
An Moi said his worries, and the whole camp was silent, and the cold was frowning. He is not afraid of powerful enemies. In these years of fighting, he has repeatedly defeated enemies stronger than them. However, the current situation is too bad. It is not how powerful the sea ice is, but because the whole meditation has serious mistrust of the new king. In other words, Zuo Mo’s people in the meditation are seriously under-represented.
"If an adult reveals his identity, perhaps..." Ani couldn't help it.
Cool and shook his head: "Not right! As a result, I am afraid that the hostile sentiment is more serious. Wang Shang is an outsider in their eyes. An outsider will be on the throne, and opponents will only be more!"
Many people do not agree with the decapitation, that is, if they are not personally appointed by Pluto, they are not willing to be an outsider to be their king.
Everyone’s mood was heavy. When they discovered that the hearts of the whole meditation were surging, they discovered that their power was insignificant.
The means of Haixinbing is really amazing!
Everyone’s eyes are all collected in Zuo Mo, they have nothing to do.
However, what surprised them was that there was no panic on the face of Zuo Mo, but instead showed a meaningful expression, only the scorpions, like something faintly burning.
Everyone can't help but see, Wang Shang is...
Before they could understand it, they heard from the left and asked: "From now, to the Palazzo Pagoda, which road is the nearest?"
Anmu pointed to a red line on the map: "This! This is our original plan, but now it seems that the other side will be laying down barriers on this road to prevent us from arriving at the Palais. I suggest that we choose another secret..."
When Zuo Mo interrupted An Mo, he categorically said: "Let's go this!"
Anmo immediately rushed: "Wang Shang! This route is absolutely targeted to a large number of warfare, we can break through, spend time..."
All of them will agree with each other and try their best to stop Zuo Mo. They are more familiar with the meditation. They are very clear about this route and must be the route of the opponents to focus on arming! Everyone even understands that Anyang’s time spent is actually just for the face of the king. In their view, with the power they have on hand, they simply cannot break through the line of defense against the forces!
Cool did not speak, but his eyes also showed a disapproval look. In order to prevent him from arriving at the Palais Royal Palace, the shortest route like this would be arranged in layers.
However, the tempering of these years has made the cool and calm. Although he is somewhat puzzled, at the same time, he is very clear that the left is not a reckless person, let alone Zuo Mo, and a super-sense group like Po Po, how can he make such common-sense mistakes?
Liang Wei did not find Pu Pu around Zuo Mo. He suspected that Pu Pu was afraid of being a hermit who did not want to be born. He assisted Zuo Mo through the ten-finger prison.
Could it be that the war department of Mo Yunhai has arrived?
Liang Wei shook his head in the heart, and it seems that the Suzaku camp or the scorpion came forward, which can greatly enhance their combat power. But in the cold, this is not a good move.
Mo Yunhai’s war department, after all, belongs to outsiders, and this war is a war in the world. Once Zuo Mo is still the identity of the king of Mo Yunhai, in the eyes of most people, Zuo Mo will be classified as an outsider. Haixin Bing only needs a little bit of incitement, so that most of the people in the meditation will stand on the side of Haixin Bing.
No one likes to be ruled by outsiders, even if he is the heir to the old Pluto, it will cause a strong rebound in the forces of the meditation.
The current Zuo Mo, although weak in the eyes of others, but no one questioned the legitimacy of his new Pluto, everyone just lacked confidence in him.
Zuo Mo looked around, his eyes shining, full of strong self-confidence, no aggressive momentum, but can make people feel the power deep inside.
Under the gaze of this kind of vision, everyone is quiet.
Zuo Mo smiled and suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "How did the corpse unified the meditation in the past?"
An Anyi, but involuntarily revealed the color of cherish: "When the king took us, one world and one world hit the past, one world and one world. The king is too strong, no one can stop us, Wherever, all forces are subduing!"
Many of you have participated in the war of ten years of unified meditation. In the war that was not long, the corpse was incomparable and domineering. Even now, when they recalled, they could not help but tremble from the heart!
In their hearts, it is a great and glorious journey.
But soon, everyone will come back to God, and their hearts are faintly faintly lost. Compared with the glory of the year, their situation is really declining!
Zuo Mo felt the change of these people's looks, he smiled, but soon he smiled, the light in his eyes was more violent, and seriously said: "If this is the case, then we are like the corpse, the world is playing In the past, I went to the Palazzo Pagoda."
All the murmurs disappeared instantly, and the camp was so quiet that the needles were dropped on the ground and heard.
Everyone opened their mouths and looked at Zuo Mo, and they couldn’t speak.
The voice of Zuo Mo’s voice was clearly transmitted to everyone’s ears in the camp. His voice was not fast or slow, not heated or low, but he did not know why he had a power that could be nailed into the heart.
"If you only conquer them, you can set foot on the throne. If you only defeat them, you can shut them up. If only war can be exchanged for peace, if only power can make the filial surrender."
Zuo Mozheng sat down and his eyes became a little bit blazing. However, his tone has always been faint, with strong self-confidence, and somehow, the blood in each person's body is heating up sharply, and their breathing suddenly becomes heavy.
The look of a little bit became serious, and the tone became a little bit cold.
"The dignity and glory of the king cannot be challenged! Since only the blood is covered with the throne, let them understand this, then conquer them, break them, destroy them! Tell them by war and death, either die or surrender!"
All the demon warriors, including An Mo, have red eyes, and they have wide eyes and a heavy nose!
In the Mozu, the king is supreme!
Zuo Mo got up and stood up. His face was cold and carved like a rock. He looked at everyone in a blank expression.
Brush, everyone stood up, they looked up, they were all excited. They did not think that the king was so strong and overbearing, but at this time, the war of each of them was in the chest!
"I will personally lead you, hit the world and fight to the Palazzo Pagoda!"
"Yes!" All the Mozu generals were in unison, and they were all inexplicable and could not wait to be dispatched immediately.
"Cool! Ferry!"
"In!" Liang Wei Fei Lei was desperate.
Zuo Mo’s gaze looked straight and ordered: “You lead the horn of the king and protect the flank.”
"Yes!" The two did not hesitate to complain, Zuo Mo's cold and cold eyes, full of silent pressure, let the hearts of the two involuntarily tighten.
Everyone knows that the king is angry!
The amazing oppression of Zuo Mo’s release made everyone’s heart instinctively shudder, but somehow, all of them felt unusually excited and excited.
Before the left Mo, good temper, treat people kindly, everyone likes it very much. But as Pluto, in their opinion, it is not qualified enough because of the lack of king domineering!
The Mozu are belligerent, they always worship the followers. What is too weak to say, how can you have a fist!
The whole warfare quickly gathered, and this warfare department of Anmo almost gathered the most elite masters of Xifufu. Although the number is small, the combat power is absolutely tyrannical.
I heard that General Wang will lead them to the Pluto Palace, and the whole battlefield is boiling! These days of rumors, they listened enough, they are not afraid of fighting.
It should be like this!
Everyone’s ideas are surprisingly consistent.
When they saw that Zuo Mo really appeared in the forefront of the team, the cheers shook, the whole warfare was like a chicken, and everyone was excited and excited.
From now on, Wang will lead them and go to the Palazzo Pagoda!
Zuo Mo’s chest seemed to be burning with a flame, and he was indeed angry. The time of the corpse is not much. If you continue to drag it down like this, he will not be able to climb the position of Pluto before the death.
Zuo Mo decided to solve the problem in the simplest and most rude way.
Since the corpse was so unified in the past, then I will come again!
Now I have such qualifications.
His majesty is a copper bone hunter king. This bronze owl bird has three adult heights and a wingspan of about seven feet. There are no feathers, a single copper bone, neatly arranged, it is thick and thick, powerful and speedy, but the temper is extremely violent, usually only let An Mo ride alone.
However, Zuo Mo rides on it, but it is very tame and obedient, and the generals are quite surprised.
An Mo gave up the command, but he was worried about the safety of Zuo Mo, so the guards were around.
Left Mo took a golden sword from the ring and waved it twice. His movements seem to be very amateur, leaving An Mo with some concerns.
The commanding war department is completely different from the personal killing. He does not know how the level of Wang Shang is in this respect. Wang Shang has never been exposed.
"Are you ready?" Zuo Mo did not ask back.
An Mo Yi: "Ready!"
He glanced at Zuo Mo and carefully asked: "Wang, do you want to ask the other person's origins?"
Zuo Mo glanced at the desert and regained his gaze: "No."
Touching the gaze of the king, the heart of An Mo slammed, and the chill in the gaze of the king did not hide a little. It was like a warrior who had fought like him, and he felt that he was full of cold.
Zuo Mo looked at the front and said indifferently: "All who are in front of us are our enemies! All our enemies will either surrender or die!"
An desert is suddenly a cold.
Sitting on the back of the King of the Bone Bird, he was holding the golden sword in his hand. The golden sword shines in the sun, and it shines like a high-spirited king flag.
Everyone raised the magic weapon in his hand.
The magic soldier is like a forest, killing the sky!
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