MTL - World of Cultivation-~ Eighty-eighth thirty-eighth I am the king of Mo Yunhai! [first more]

Zuo Mo and Zeng Peier looked at each other and saw each other's shock in their eyes.

The field of God!

How many years have you not seen this level of strong?

The strength that the elders are now showing is that non-human beings can overcome! Legendary people who enter this field can easily destroy or even ban the world.

terrible!

Zuo Mo, who has never been afraid of the day, is still unable to contain a trace of fear at this moment. The elders' skinny figure, at this time, seems to occupy the entire sky, giving people a strong sense of oppression, and even the masters who are constantly rising in momentum are also dwarfed.

Contrary to the horror of Zuo Mo, the Tianhuan is full of surprises. They look to the great elders in the sky and can’t wait to worship.

Wei Sheng can also feel the strength of the other side.

Before he could lock the other side, now the elders are obviously the same as before, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not lock the figure of the elders. The elders seem to be integrated into the heavens and the earth, and there is no trace to follow.

The **** sword in the hand trembled fiercely.

Crazy tremble is like trying to break away from Wei Sheng’s palm.

Wei Sheng’s hand is as steady as a rock, not moving.

He feels that there is no endless blood in the blood sword of the gods. At this time, he is roaring and roaring. The whole **** sea is like boiling, and the blood waves raised are thousands of feet high!

The world inside the sword is completely alive.

Under the stimulation of the god-level powerhouse, the **** sword of the gods was provoked, and it was like a bloodthirsty wild animal, completely irritated.

How can you fear the god-level masters when you drink the blood of countless powerful people!

How can you be afraid!

Wei Sheng Yang smashed the blood sword, standing in front of himself, he whispered to the blade: "You are not willing?"

Hey!

The blade is suddenly bloody!

Wei Sheng was suddenly covered in boundless blood, and the blood came to the sky and went straight into the sky.

In the blood, Wei Sheng saw countless pictures.

An ordinary sword, contaminated by the blood of the strong sprinkling in the sky, began to breed a spirituality.

Fight, kill, and drink blood.

It is getting stronger and stronger.

Blood makes it greedy and makes it cruel. It likes the smell of power in the blood, it likes to be strong, it likes victory, and the blood after victory.

It has been replaced by countless owners, it has been sealed and it has been tried to destroy it.

It never fears, it never bows, it is bloodthirsty, it never cares to be recognized, it is proud!

弑神血剑!

This name is its glory, but it also gives it a soul. Since then, God has become its mission. One after another, the god-level powerhouse is sucked up by blood.

The loneliness of 10,000 years, it is like a beast that sleeps and sleeps.

Wei Sheng’s amazing will finally got its default, and it woke up from a deep sleep. However, those fighting, it is dismissive.

When the Kunlun Taikoo Excalibur regained its radiance, it completely awakened.

The eagerness of the battle once again makes it illuminate the edge of convergence for many years.

Today, the first god-level powerhouse in the past ten years, it is shuddering, it is excited, it is angry, the longing for hunger and greed, completely broke out.

"You are not willing?"

Wei Sheng’s words suddenly pulled it back to the magnificent ancient times.

Its brilliance, its glory!

I have slept for a thousand years of strength, sleeping for thousands of years, sleeping for thousands of years, like a gushing volcano, bursting out!

Willing?

Do not!

It will be willing!

A fierce roar burst into the heart of Wei Sheng.

Killing God! These two words can make it exciting!

Feel the strong bitterness of the sword, and feel the hunger and thirst of the blood sword for thousands of years.

Wei Sheng Shen said: "If that's the case, fight side by side!"

The hot blood, from the hilt into the body of Wei Sheng, like the hot lava, Wei Sheng did not refuse, he knows that the battle at this time is already a battle of life and death, not only himself, but also including them.

The elders who are strong to the extreme, the goal now is to kill all the masters of Mo Yunhai!

If the master here is really killed by the elders, Mo Yunhai will immediately collapse.

At this time, it is not the time to compete, but the time when you are desperate!

The blood that has penetrated into his body contains the power of violent anger. These are mixed by countless god-level masters. After a thousand years of deep deposition, the power of them has not only faded, but has become more powerful.

For the current Wei Sheng, these blood containing violent and powerful horrible power is like poison.

But at this time, Wei Sheng did not refuse.

On weekdays, he is willing to struggle from the **** sea, to feel his sword, and not to accept such power. He is attached to the sword, not the power. What he wants to see is the ultimate sword.

However, at the moment, they have been forced to desperate.

The strength of the two sides is extremely disparate, and he did not think that the elders would burn like this recklessly. There is only one result of this burning, that is, the collapse of the whole body.

But the elders can kill them before the whole body collapses.

Allowing the hot blood to flow quickly in his body, the intense burning pain, almost instantly, will destroy his will.

Wei Sheng snorted and his body stood upright.

The dense **** beads ooze out of his body, and his body is immediately wrapped up by a blood film from head to toe.

Thick blood, creeping along his body.

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Zuo Mo’s eyes are full of shock.

He expected that this battle would be difficult, but did not expect it would be tough to this extent! The strength of the elders did not shock him too much. He was shocked by the determination of the elders.

This is his only miscalculation.

He did not think that the elders would rather die with them!

Really an admirable old man!

Zuo Mo looked at the skinny figure of the sky. In the eyes of everyone, this skinny figure is now an extraordinary stalwart. This person who can give up his life for the Tianhuan is worthy of the respect of the world.

No one has thought that when the strong people of the whole world are being reshaped by the power system, there is a strong person, but there is no decline. The elder is the only surviving one, the master of the year, and in the era of divine power, still standing at the peak!

He spent dozens of days off, creating the legend of the gods of the ring today.

Even if the two sides are now hostile, Zuo Mo respects the elders.

It’s amazing!

But at this time, Zuo Mo did not have time to feel the taste. Now that he has reached the scene of life and death, he looks at the sky and quickly becomes paralyzed! Become fierce!

If you don't stop the elders, everyone will die and you will die here!

No one can escape!

The strength of both sides is no longer at one level!

Everyone... will die!

This conclusion constantly impacts the heart of Zuo Mo. His eyes swept over the master, and his body could not help but tremble, **** and rushing to his head.

Master... is desperate!

Do not!

Do not……

His gaze, sweeping through the ghosts, sweeping the stupid bird, the pity, the Zongru...

I said that I want to protect the ghosts. I said that I want to protect everyone...

It’s hard to be yourself.

This is my responsibility.

These two words repeatedly echoed in the mind of Zuo Mo, bloodshot a little spread in his eyes.

Zuo Mo bowed his head and said to himself: "It is my responsibility! This is my responsibility!"

He repeated hard: "Yes, it is my responsibility, this is my responsibility!"

"I want to protect the ghost! I want to protect everyone! I want to protect Mo Yunhai!"

His voice is smashed!

He looked up, bloodshot eyes covered like a spider web, and he opened his arms and used all his strength to roar.

"I am the king of Mo Yunhai!"

......

"I am the king of Mo Yunhai!" "I am the king of Mo Yunhai!" "I am the king of Mo Yunhai!"

......

Exhausted full of roaring echoes, between the clouds, resounding.

Left Mob's bloodshot eyes, screaming at the elders, no respect, no fear, and some just a flame-like war and resolute, the fierce lurking in the weekdays, like a flood, drowning his reason.

come on!

Old man!

Zuo Mo licked his teeth, his body bursting with countless golden flames, he not only madly urged the power, but also madly motivated the sun.

The solar crystals are still slowly rotating, the sun's source, the sputum flowing out of it, injected into the left body. The left body is full of strength, and the power becomes violent and dangerous!

Old man, I thought you would burn!

The power of Zuo Mo began to burn and burned like a flame.

"Come on! Old man!"

The face of the left face is gnashing his teeth, his eyes are full of blood, and he is crazy. The burning power of the gods, like the flames, rushed in his body, and the flames of the whole body skyrocketed.

The fiery sun fire, burning, he is the sun in the sky, shining!

Do not! not enough! This is not enough!

The power of the body has been burned to the extreme. The only thing he can extract is the sun seed, but no matter how he motivates the sun, it still rotates slowly!

You broke the ball!

Faster……

Damn it!

Left Mo has only the rationality, telling himself that he is still not as powerful as the elders!

not enough! not enough!

Anxious to make Zuo Mo become crazy, he frantically spurred the already burning power, constantly hitting the sun seeds.

Can't let the ghosts die! Can't let everyone die!

No!

Can't die!

The desperate left Mo has completely ignored the other, and his words are repeated only in these words.

The solar crystal is still slowly rotating, and its speed of rotation has improved, still unable to satisfy Zuo Mo. Zuo Mo, who is forced to desperate, is like the head of an angry lion. He no longer uses the power of the gods to motivate the sun, but uses the burning power to madly hit the sun!

power! I want strength!

The power of the body continues to impact at an alarming frequency, and there is finally a crack in the surface of the sun seed crystal!

The red-eyed left Mo, not only did not stop, but more madly urged the gods to hit the sun seeds.

The cracks get a little bigger.

Snapped!

The sun seeds are breaking!

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