MTL - World of Cultivation-~ Eighty-fourth, this is Mo Yunhai! [third more]

"I am leaving, I have to work hard." Luo left a little helpless smile.

"Okay." I left the sound, and the cold and glamorous face was indifferent.

"You must be desperate, you don't laugh at one? Before you die, leave a good memory, such a life makes sense!" Luo whispered, he had not seen my smile for a long time.

"I will not have memories when I die." I am faint.

"Oh, it’s also true, it’s really sad!" Luo left his hands and his face was bitter.

"Combat!" I am standing up from the body, such as the sword out of the sheath, the edge is exposed.

"In addition to being able to fight side by side with me, this is very gratifying. Others really have nothing to look forward to. Ah, this way, the brothers will definitely see me for forgetting!" Luo said to himself.

I stopped and turned my face, staring at Luo, and watching for a long time.

"Before dying, what did you say to me?" Luo looked forward and looked forward.

"Yes." I nodded.

Luo is overjoyed and said: "Quickly say!"

"Your brother is right." I left this sentence.

Luo looked awkward and stabbed in place.

After a moment, he reacted and shook his head and laughed. He raised his face and looked at the left Mo in the sky. Unable to think of the years when there was no empty mountain, he bullied his brother, and then he was beaten like a dog by his brother...

Hey, I still miss it... It’s shameful... Hey, in fact, it’s good to try the sword when everyone was lying there, and I’ve never seen them so embarrassed...

I remembered that I was tortured, and when I saw my brother in the captivity of the Mozu, I was crying... It’s a shame...

Luo looked at Zuo Mo.

Why are you going to the front?

Really, usually very smart people, hey, really no way! Ok, since you are all rushing, what can I do?

I can’t really let me say that I’m ignorant, that’s no face...

As if there was something burning in the chest, Luo suddenly smiled and shouted: "I am leaving!"

"Hmm?" I turned away.

"Burn it!" Luo was snarled, and there was a burning flame in the boy's throat.

"Yeah." I broke away.

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again!

The elders were a little surprised, and the burning power of the left was somewhat beyond his expectations. After all, suicides like this are extremely courageous. But when I saw these people in Mo Yunhai, they burned power one after another.

The shock to him is great!

Don't these guys know that this will die?

They don't need to do this at all. There are Wei Sheng and Zuo Mo, and the chances of blocking him are great. They have a great chance of losing their lives.

Why are they doing this? Don't they know that it doesn't make sense?

Zuo Mo is destined to die, Mo Yunhai is destined to collapse, and their behavior of moths and fires cannot win any chance for them.

The elders can understand the sacrifice, but he believes that sacrifice needs to be valuable and needs to be meaningful. At this point, Kunlun is more extreme. In the eyes of the fanatics, they are themselves part of the Kunlun chip, and they are willing to throw themselves into the balance if necessary.

Mo Yunhai is simply a group of unreasonable guys!

Somehow, the elders in the heart of the elders raised a chill, and he felt another thing in Mo Yunhai.

It’s different from the madness of Kunlun’s paranoia to the bones.

The madness of Kunlun is the belief that has been instilled in the minds of disciples for a long time. Kunlun is a chilling martial art. In Kunlun, the individual is always small. For Kunlun, everyone can sacrifice, whether you want it or not.

This is a terrible cold.

But these people are not crazy, usually you don't feel a little crazy in them, and the sacrifice almost never appears in Mo Yunhai. The elders have always believed that Mo Yunhai is the Tianhuan of Xiaoyi. Like the Tianhuan, they talk about the interests, just like a group of businessmen, always counting their fingers and counting what they can get.

In the rumors, Zuo Mo has never done a loss-making business.

In the eyes of the elders, Mo Yunhai’s fierceness is just because they can get more benefits, just like their embarrassment.

Until now, the elders knew that he was wrong and that he was wrong. The similarity between Mo Yunhai and Tianhuan is only similar on the surface. It is only when the real life is dead, it can be felt that the difference between the two sides is different.

Tianhuan is a real businessman, and Mo Yunhai just looks like a businessman.

They are like a group of wolves.

When Zuo Mo’s head wolf decided to sacrifice, no one fled, and everyone chose the same path.

Even if they know that such choices do not have much value, even if they know that such choices will eventually only bury them.

But they still have this choice!

Because they have decided to follow that figure!

The elders don’t know why Zuo Mo can do this, personal charm? interest? Kindness?

It’s terrible cohesion!

The elders were so moved, he looked at the teenager floating in the flames. He didn't know why this boy could let so many people follow his life, just like he didn't know what it was, and gave them so powerful. Cohesion.

But he knows that this power is powerful enough to change a lot.

Tianhuan does not have such power, and Tianhuan has lost its original strength.

Just like those vows that year, they dissipated in the wind.

Look at those disciples who are far away from the sky, and then look at these Mo Yunhai teenagers who are desperately burning themselves. The inexplicable sadness floats on the heart of the elders. Today, he finally knows why Mo Yunhai can defeat Tianhuan.

Yes, the failure of Tianhuan is destined!

He finally understood that he had no luck in his heart.

The sigh filled the heart, and the elders put aside distractions, and his expression became solemn. After this war, he decided to reshape the soul of the Tianhuan flag, just like the Mo Yunhai teenagers in front of him, just like the teenagers who made the oath with him!

For the day ring! For faith!

come on! The king of Mo Yunhai!

The elders solemnly solemnly bowed to the left in the flame.

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In an unobtrusive corner, many eyes look at everything that happens in the distant sky.

His expression is very complicated.

Surprised, respectful, pity, killing, and relieved.

Everyone around him, his face is involuntarily glorious, and those in the sky deserve their respect.

"I didn't expect Mo Yunhai to be so terrible! These people are really a group of madmen! Fortunately, the old man of Tianhuan has blocked this for us. Otherwise, even if we can defeat Mo Yunhai, Mo Yunhai's dying will definitely be very powerful!"

Lin Qian was silent, and this battle gave him a great shock.

Not only him, but the other Kunlun sons around him are shocking.

"First find Zhongde." Someone said.

"Yes, let them burn all the jade, both lose and hurt, we will make up for Zhongde to kill, Kunlun unified day, just around the corner!" Another disciple agreed.

Everyone is nodding, and in such a fierce battle, the situation of both losses has been formed, and Kunlun has become the only beneficiary. This time, the moral protection force is also the weakest time. If they can take the opportunity to kill Zhong De, Xi Xuan will inevitably fall into chaos.

This action, they planned for a long time, almost all the power. Their goal is the same as that of Tianhuan! In order to achieve the point of one blow, Lin Qian personally went out.

When Zhong De is dead, Xi Xuan will be chaotic!

Kunlun will take advantage of it.

I didn't expect the situation to develop better than they thought. Tianhuan and Mo Yunhai actually hit such a tragic level. The amazing cohesiveness that Mo Yunhai showed was Kunlun, and he felt great pressure.

After this war, there will be no more Mo Yunhai!

These disciples with higher eyes than the top can not help but breathe a sigh of relief at this time.

Lin Qian nodded: "Everyone is separated, be careful not to cause those people to pay attention, find Zhongde, and immediately send a letter! Our goal is still Zhongde! When the time is not relaxing, everyone should start their spirits and don't fall short."

All the people nodded and disappeared.

Lin Qian did not move. He took the initiative to come out because he knew that there were a large number of masters around him. Today, the masters of Zuo Mo and Mo Yunhai are all attracted by the elders of Tianhuan. The protection around Zhongde is fragile and does not require him to do so.

His mind was firmly attracted by the battle in front of him.

No one knows that the sword of the Taikoo in his hands is constantly shaking and faint.

This is Mo Yunhai...

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Zuo Mo’s brain is blank and surrounded by golden color. He seems to be struggling in the sea of ​​fire.

I don't know how long it took, he heard a whisper that was invisible.

"I am the king of Mo Yunhai!"

......

The whisper was too weak, and it was almost faint, but he couldn’t hear it. However, he did not know why, he heard it very clearly, but at this time, his mind was blurred.

This voice is very familiar...

It’s hot... it hurts...

This is where……

......

"I am the king of Mo Yunhai!"

......

The king of Mo Yunhai?

This sentence seems to have some kind of magical power, and the thoughts left by the left, with a little bit of this sentence, come together.

I am the king of Mo Yunhai...

Zuo Mo couldn't open his eyes, his eyelids were heavy like mountains. He felt that the body was like a volcano on the edge of the eruption. If he was a little careless, he would burst open.

"I am the king of Mo Yunhai!"

Gradually recovering a few clear-cuts, Mo Mo finally found out that he had always been a nightmare.

Ah! Didn’t live up to everyone...

This feeling of incompetence made him feel more powerful.

That's right! I am the king of Mo Yunhai!

I want to be awake!

I want to fight!

I want to protect the ghosts!

I want to protect everyone!

......

The left-handedness of the spirit is like a chanting, and he is constantly speaking to himself over and over again in his heart.

His voice is weak, but he is more and more determined without knowing it.

The power is gathered like a creek, and the sense of scatter is concentrated a little.

He tried his best to hold the eyelids, and a ray of light reflected his vision!

He smiled and smiled like a burning flame.

come on! Old man!

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