MTL - Immortal Mortal-v19 Chapter 1126 Terrible nail book

At this moment in his own world, Mo Wuji no longer prepared, all the minds are immersed in the search for the nail head feathers that disappeared into the body.

One day passed, two days passed...

When the tenth day passed, Mo Wuji’s face was hard to look like, and he was already weak to the extreme. Not only that, but his vitality, but also the vitality of God Dan.

And the smack of the nailhead he was looking for was not able to catch it at all. Even if Chuanjing has washed his veins and body over and over again, there is no abnormality. However, his vitality and rhyme are constantly being consumed. When it comes to the back, even the soul is beginning to be somewhat unstable.

Fortunately, this is in his own world. Otherwise, he has no doubt that he has long been unable to hold on. That's it, he can't keep going.

Mo Wuji stood up with a sullen face and he went outside his own medicine garden. In addition to the unconscious glass, there is a saint who is imprisoned by him.

Huanzhen seems to have accepted his life in general, staying quietly in the Mo Wuzhi Lingyuan Garden, and occasionally observing the growth of elixir.

When Mo Wuyi appeared in this spiritual medicine garden, Huan was aware of it. He looked up and looked at him without any suspicion. Then he stunned. "Hey, don’t you stop the Mingyue? Instead, he is the book of his nails. The feather arrow hit?"

It’s not surprising that Mo Huan’s sage is seen in his own nail-headed feather arrow. If Huan can't see it, that's a strange thing.

Who is Huan, this is a saint. Just because Huan is a saint, he found it here today for help.

Waiting for nothing to talk about, Wu Huan smiled, "Looks like you are coming to help me?"

Mo Wuji said calmly, "Yes, I really need you to help, and you can mention it casually. Of course, if you want to leave, I am afraid not."

Huan said faintly, "I am sorry, I have no way to help you."

"I will help you remove the seven Buddhas." Mo Wuji looked at Huan.

Huanqi shook his head.

"Plus plus you to live."

Huanzhen is still shaking his head.

"Give you another piece of scorpion mud." Mo Wuji almost bite his teeth and say this.

Huan stunned and looked at Mo Wuji. "Do you even have mud?"

It’s not a horror, because it’s really useful for him. In the past, for a piece of Scorpio mud in the universe, there were countless deaths and injuries. Later, the mud should have been lost in his towers.

"I just can't do it? I like to come to something simple." Mo Wuji can only hold back his unhappiness, and now he asks for people.

Sighed, Huan said, "I have no way, not that I don't want to trade with you. If I really have a way, I will definitely ask us to change our lives, let me leave, I will tell you how to crack. Unfortunately. The thing is, I can't solve the nail book."

Mo Wuji took a breath of cold air, and even the saint could not solve the nail book. And the meaning of Huanyu is very obvious. This nail book is for human life, otherwise it will not say a life-changing word.

Mo Wuzhi is very disappointed in his heart. If he really wants to fall, at least he must save the glass before the fall, and then kill the Huan.

It seems that I feel the unscrupulous murder, Huan sighs, "Mo Daoyou, I feel your killing. I know, once you can't solve the nail book, I guess I will die in front of you?"

Mo Wuji did not answer, this is an inevitable thing, he himself has fallen, and will never let the alive of life exist in his world.

Hesitantly hesitated, and then continued, "Mo Daoyou, I heard a very strange way to get rid of the nail book, but this method is somewhat outrageous, because first of all to burn their own gods..."

"Burning the gods?" Mo Wuyi asked a word.

Huan nodded, "Yes, burn your own god. After being nailed to the nails, you must use your own avenue to wrap the nail book, and then pull out in the shortest possible time." Obviously, you have not done this. Once the nail book becomes a rhythm, one and a half of it is wrapped around the Yuanshen and merges with the Yuanshen. No matter how strong you are, you can't peel the nail book until the gods collapse. Nie.

You should know how important a monk's **** is. Once the gods are burning, it is equal to the ruin. And burning his own god, can not completely understand the rhythm of the book. What is even more terrifying is the suffering that no one can bear. ”

"Then then?" Mo Wuji hurriedly asked.

Huanxiaohehe smiled, "After the burning of the gods, the small life is temporarily saved, and then use the remaining life to force the rest of the nail book rhyme, barely stagnation and delay."

Although Huan said a way, in fact, this method is really the same as not saying. According to Huan’s statement, I still have to die.

This terrible magic weapon of the nail book is heard by Mo Wuzhi. Once on the earth, he has heard of the magic weapon of the seven arrows. I have never been ignorant of these rumors, just listened to it. Huaxia has a long history and many myths and legends. It is nothing remarkable.

After he himself got the scorpio, Mo Wuji knew that the world was far from what he understood. He does not know, does not mean that this does not exist.

Huanzhen provided a way that could not be eradicated, burning the gods.

For other monks, this may be used temporarily, and it is useless for Mo Wuji. He does not have a **** at all. He only knows the sea, and he knows the big purple lake in the sea. No god, how can he burn the gods?

Unscrupulously, he said to Huan, "I am very sorry, I am a sage, I have to kill you. I have no way to save myself."

I saw the old guys of the past have come out one by one, and I feel a little unwilling in my heart. Originally, he was very optimistic about Mo Wuji. Actually, even the nail book of Mingyue God’s Emperor did not escape. This is simply...

"Wait..." Huanqi stopped the action of Mo Wuji. "I am in your world now, I can't jump in the sky. You can kill me before you die. Don't worry in a moment. Take you The means, even if it burns the gods, can live for a long time."

Mo Wuji said faintly, "I don't want to burn my own god, so you have to go one step ahead."

"Mo Daoyou, I am willing to send out a trace of my soul to drive you to drive. You know, if you really have an accident, I will die." Huan said again.

Mo Wuji was surprised to ask, "Huawei Daoyou, I remember that you were still anxious to find death, how do you want to live now?"

For a saint, sending a glimpse of the soul of the road to others is branded, which is equivalent to selling everything. His life and death is equal to the control of the hands of Mo. Mo Wuji can let him die at any time, and once Mo Wuji has an accident, that Huanyu is also going to have an accident.

This kind of means, Mo Wuji used it in the practice of the real world. He received a servant in the real star and called Changsai. According to Mo Wu’s current induction, Chang Sai should still be alive, but he does not know where it is. If he adds Huan, then he has two servants.

It can be different from the long plug, this is a saint.

I seem to know the unscrupulous thoughts, and I sighed. "I feel that your world is extraordinary. Although you hurt me in the hands of Ming Yue, I am a little surprised, but I am still optimistic about you. I am sure, if I am not In doing so, you will kill me without hesitation. I don't want to die, I can only send my own soul brand."

After saying this, Huanhuai laughed and laughed at himself. "The saints...the sage is just like this. I can see it."

He looked at Mo Huai with a calm and calm look. He decided that if he did not agree, he would be self-finished. The saint is also self-respecting. The reason why he does this is that he is not reconciled and strongly unwilling. He has not seen Luo Xu die, he has not revenge.

There is also a complete world that is extremely optimistic about the unscrupulous world. www.novelbuddy.com~ This world is the most powerful universe he has ever seen. He has a hunch that he will grow up in the future and even surpass the existence of saints.

Although this is somewhat unrealistic, he still wants to see it. After all, there is nothing left to die. If he does not die, he still has a chance to see if it is not.

Moreover, in his heart, there is a hunch that Mo Wuji does not seem to be so easy to die.

"Well, I agree. You send your own soul to the avenue." Mo Wuji nodded and said to Huan.

Huan Yu said nothing, directly took a glimpse of the soul of the road. After being imprisoned for a period of time, he has already understood that the dignity of the saint is not comparable to life.

Mo Wuzhi handed a roll, branded the soul of the avenue of the road, and then turned and left.

To Huanzhen sent the soul of the avenue, Mo Wuji did not care, and did not even have a sense of accomplishment. He walked to the side of Ji Li and placed the extremely iced bamboo in the arms of Ji Liu. His current ability, there is no way to save the glass. The only thing he can do is to try not to let his world collapse after he has fallen.

After doing this, Mo Wuji once again entered the process of searching for the rhythm of the nail head book.

(Second more likely to be slightly pushed.)...

First set a small goal, such as 1 second to remember: Book guest mobile version reading URL: