MTL - Immortal Mortal-v18 Chapter 1111 Siege

Mo Wuji did not hesitate to sacrifice for half a month, a galaxy fell. . Fastest update

The cultivation has reached the realm of the gods, and the unconstrained Changhe Shentong conception is always available.

The gloomy Shibuya was somewhat white by the galaxy of Mo Wuji. The scream of a shovel with a shovel on his body, "The artifact created by Pingshui and the rootless iron? Good things."

Although he said good things in his mouth, the movements in his hands did not stagnate.

"Boom!" The handprint blasted over the half-month of Mo Wuji. The Galaxy that fell from nine days was directly crushed by this handprint, and the silver awns dissipated.

Another violent bombardment hit the body of Mo Wuji, Mo Wuji opened his mouth with a second blood, while his back was stinging.

Fortunately, because of this supernatural power, Mo Wuji finally opened up the space of the rejuvenation, followed him step by step, and then rushed out of the revitalized space.

Huan was one of the best, and he was surprised to stare at the place where Mo Wuji disappeared, muttering to himself, "Shrinking into the inch?"

Then his eyes heated up.

The shrinking of the ground into the inch of magic is the unique magical power of the twelve gods, and the person who knows it, will never easily spread his magical power. Even if the reinstatement has fallen, he will not pass out his own shrinking ground. Therefore, many of the guys who will shrink into a superb power are all plausible, and they simply cannot be considered to be shrinking.

Mo Wuji just used the exhibition to shrink the inch, so that Huanzhen surely this is the real shrinkage into the inch, definitely not weaker than the **** of the gods.

Huanqiu knows that in addition to the inherent nature of the shrinking of the earth, there is also a place where there is such a supernatural power, that is, the sky is changing.

The sky is changing, that is what the saints are longing for, and it is the treasure that exists only when it is opened up. Unfortunately, there are only rumors, and no one has ever seen it. In addition to shrinking into the inch, there are rumors of more powerful fetal metamorphosis, which is a kind of magical power that is even more terrible than those who are really great.

If the guy’s contraction is just a change from the sky...

Huanzhen thought of this place, not only the eyes are hot, but also a heart is also hot, he stepped out and rushed directly to Shibuyakou.

“Hey!” Mo Wuzhi stumbled and appeared in Shibuyaguchi. Although he shot twice in succession, his back was still ripped off five skins by a rescuing hand, forming a terrible **** handprint.

If he is not the Eucharist, and the last handprint is revived, he can give his heart out.

"Mo Daoyou..." saw Mo Wuji's look, and Meng also asked with a shock.

Mo Wu shouted, "Meng Daoyou and I started to work together, and the balance was kept..."

After saying this, Mo Wuji half-moon has locked in all the space around, tearing open a scorpion-like gully.

Meng also had a long battle, and there was no need for Mo Wuji to remind him that the dust in his hands was turned into billions of dust, and these dusts were overwhelmingly followed by Mo Wuji.

The next moment, Huanzhao appeared under the gully of Mo Wu, who was half-mooned. He did not wait for Huan to avoid this gully, and Meng Yi’s billions of dust directly swept over.

Hundreds of thousands of dusts have been transformed into the troubles of hundreds of millions of worlds, and they have been wrapped around the ring. Although Meng is extremely jealous and sturdy, once he really starts his hand, he will definitely not have a little soft hand and will not hesitate.

If Huanqi is not seriously injured, even if it is now repaired as a fall, Meng also has hundreds of millions of troubles and it is also tickling.

Now Huan Xiu is a fallen saint, and he is seriously injured. There is also a rusting Buddha shovel on his body, which is the weakest time.

That's it, he still just got out of trouble and got out of his troubles at the same time, and shouted at the same time. "Meng also, you are so courageous, and a sacred sage in the district will dare to count on this holy."

The red knife on his head was turned into a red practising, and the practice was like killing from the endless void, and it was on the unscrupulous magical sky.

Turned into hundreds of thousands of feet long, the power is still in the ever-increasing Tianzhu, and the red knife crown is smashed, and there is a crack in the void. Immediately screamed, the unscrupulous Tianzhu Shentong was broken for the first time so easily.

And the practice of the red knife is still not stopped, and it is on the endless troubles.

Hundreds of millions of troubles, under the ray of this knife, it is like tofu, broken at an extremely fast speed, and it will be turned into nothingness.

In the distance, the uncovering of the unscrupulous stagnation was stagnant, and his face was pale. If you know that Mo Wuji and Meng are also dealing with Huan, he will not participate if he is killed.

Saint, this is a saint.

It is a pity that he is not an idiot. He is very clear that he has no way to retreat at this moment. Once he is relieved, he will undoubtedly die in the future. For him now, there is only one way to help.

Mo Wuzhi and the four long rivers and the scorpio were shattered and shredded. There was no fluctuation in Mo Wuji. Instead of retreating, he rushed to the glory, and the emptiness slammed into the air.

The seven circles refer to the magical powers, the world.

The infinite endless world of the world's artistic conception has fallen into the sky and turned into a universal rule.

People live in this world, it is dust. Whether it is now or a hundred years later, it will eventually turn into dust.

Everything in the world is like a white-eyed dog. It is like a fire-fighting ice floe. After all, there is a moment of dissipating.

If there is no billions of troubles, and Huanzhen will tear open the world of Mo Wu in an instant.

Because Meng's troubles have not been completely broken, and now there is a world. Huan’s whole heart was suddenly loose, and after his heart was Panasonic, the rhythm of the shovel that was inserted into him became more and more vigorous. The most eager for Huan is to calm down and then heal, no one to disturb him, to fight with him.

All the battles seem to be unimportant, and they are all in this world.

No, this is the mood.

Only in a moment, Huanhuan woke up, he tore a sigh, the red half-moon knife crown will know the void, and will be ruined.

Mo Wuji does not know how many lives and deaths have passed, and I can miss this moment. His second finger had already banged before the resurgence of the half-moon knife crown had not completely controlled the space. The Seventh World refers to the second finger, heaven and earth.

After the world shattered, it was still between heaven and earth, and was controlled by Mo Wuji. Everything is controlled by this finger between heaven and earth. This is the heavenly way, how can you do it.

"Give me a crack." Huan screamed, no longer care about the handle of the shovel on his body, the rhyme flowed, the gods stirred up.

The red half moon knives are turned into a red awning to Mo Wuji, the world of heaven and earth. At the same moment, the shovel of the shovel on Huan’s body also erupted with a horrible rhyme, bursting out the **** fog of the wounds, and the wounds of the resurgence became more and more serious. Rejuvenate a saint and cough a few yellow blood arrows.

Waiting for the rejuvenation of the gods, the dust of Meng's Buddha has formed a vast world. This world is a shackle, and it is necessary to lock the glory in it.

Meng also saw that the unscrupulous attack ability is amazing and terrifying. He is experienced and simply uses auxiliary power to help Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji naturally will not miss this opportunity. After the second finger is broken, the third finger of the Seventh Point refers to the creation, as if from the horizon, the point is to the Huan.

Huan’s heart sinks, he knows that he has to go, and he wants to go away before the world of Meng’s shackles is closed. Otherwise, he is really likely to suffer here. This little **** ant, the magical power is really terrible. This is the most powerful monk he has ever seen since he debuted.

It was when he was in harmony with God that he was far less than the ants in front of him.

It was really depressed, he was a sage, and he was hit by several ants and he was still at the point of escape.

Huanqing is clear, this is not because Meng is also strong, because this guy who only has a **** is too strong. This guy's seven-finger refers to deliberately suppressing him. If you let this guy grow up, it is a terrible thing. There must be a big secret in this ant, but unfortunately, he has no ability to uncover this secret. He is even more afraid to stay here because he still has a shovel.

Once desperately ~www.novelbuddy.com~ he is fierce. But he has to go, no one can stop him.

As Meng also expected, the eight-level sleepy squad has a limited effect on Huanqi’s blocking, and his body shape is unfolding, raising his hand and grasping the room. Meng’s eight-level sleepy squad is torn apart. crack.

Huanzhen directly rushed out of Meng’s eight-level sleepy squad, and the distant revelation was relieved. He saw Huanzhen not rushing to his side.

Huan Yi rushed out of Meng’s eight-level sleepy squad, the whole person was a cold, a kind of space repression and killing atmosphere swept away.

Not good, there are seven levels of sleepy arrays of void layouts.

Huan’s heart suddenly had a bad feeling, even if the seven-level sleepy gods were nothing in his eyes, he had a bad feeling.

Huanzhen did not dare to stay half a point. He had found Mo Zhenwu’s squad in the air, and his body shape flashed, and he rushed to the position where he was unveiled.

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