MTL - World of Cultivation-~ Eighty-six-sixth section Wan boiling pool sea [third more]

"Adult, here is the sea of ​​boiling."

The guards are sincere and respectful. He followed him to the left of Momo these days, and Zuo Mo’s words and deeds were all in his eyes.

In front of the ghost Lord, the masters lived in equal treatment, without any restraint and restraint. In the face of those who are inferior in identity, the masters are as calm as ever.

No pride, no condescending, willing to explain, willing to help.

Humility without power is only the instinct of self-protection, and humility with power is a noble character and powerful self-control.

Among the people he has seen, only the masters are like this.

Really respectable person!

Zuo Mo did not know the idea of ​​the guard, he was completely attracted by the sight.

Large and small dead pools, big or small, are scattered, and you can't see the margins at a glance. The gray smoldering gushing out of the dead pool, filled with turmoil, looked from a distance, like a gray ocean. And these gray mists, from time to time, are like boiling, and the name of the sea is also coming.

"It’s spectacular!" Momo muttered to himself.

Rich and boiling, dead and boundless, unpredictable, Zuo Mo stood on the edge of the sea of ​​boiling water, his heart raised a feeling, how small in front of such a vast existence. However, Zuo Mo is a god-level powerhouse after all, and his heart is firm and unparalleled. This feeling is only a moment, and it dissipates invisible.

The feeling of self-confidence and everything in control is back in his body.

Zuo Mo is very curious, so spectacular, what is the situation. Such a rich and vast death, from where to come, because of what is born, can not imagine.

Does this lead to the legendary Huang Quan?

The idea just jumped out, and Zuo Mo couldn’t help but smile. He really thought too much.

What kind of Huangquan, such as Wu Xu, there must be others coined.

In the sea of ​​boiling water, people can be seen everywhere. The gods of Yinlingwei can absorb the dead air into a divine power, and the vast and endless sea of ​​boiling water is undoubtedly one of the best cultivation places.

"Let's go, go in and see." Zuo Modao.

"Yes!" The guards were next to Zuo Mo, looking alert and looking around from time to time.

“Is it not safe here?” Zuo Mo saw the guards look so like, could not help but ask.

The guards did not lose their vigilance, and while they were on the alert, they explained: "There is a strong atmosphere here, and it is very helpful for cultivation. Everyone likes to cultivate here. If there are more people, it will naturally be inevitable. Before anyone made a suggestion to the ghost, it is better to take it. Under the whole million boiling pool, the payment is used. However, the ghost master did not agree, there is no guard in the vicinity, it is a bit confusing. But the adults can rest assured that the vast majority of the people practicing here are Yinlingwei people, there will be no problem."

The guards were right, the two did not go far, and several people met along the way, all of whom greeted the guards.

"Can't see it, you are a good person." Zuo Mo smiled.

The guards are somewhat embarrassed: "The time is longer with the ghost owner, and the face is familiar." His grade is not low. In a short period of time, many people are around, the vigilance on his face, Relax.

He smiled and said to the left: "If the master is looking at it, he will draw it out directly. I will send someone to keep it."

Zuo Mo smiled, did not speak, walked through the dead.

These are the dead air from the dead pool, because the dead pool is too much, too dense, it will cause such a sight. Many dead air pools are faintly visible in the shadows, and the rich dead air is of great help to these demons. Zuo Mo had to feel that the Yinling ghost's main acting style is very predictable. For any power, there is such a treasure, it is definitely for himself.

But this Yinling ghost master, but as it is abandoned.

I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out. Zuo Mozhen shook his head and suddenly thought of a question. He asked the guard: "Don't these guards be worried about being disturbed while practicing?"

"I won't bother." The guard smiled and said: "The masters don't know, these dead pools, once you practise into the state, you will gather a lot of dead air around you. This layer of dead air hood is very firm and will be dismantled. Other strengths."

Left Mo heard, some surprise, this dead pool is really some magic.

"Master? Is it the master of the refiner?" Someone around the guard asked curiously.

The guards looked cold and dissatisfied: "Pharaoh, restless!"

Lao Wang’s neck can’t help but shrink, and he is very afraid of the guard.

Zuo Mo swings his hand: "No problem, yes, I am the master of the refiner."

The average person will never call himself a "master of refining", but Zuo Mo said it, but it is an understatement, like saying something that is normal. But the expression of Zuo Mo’s indifferent expression immediately convinced the people around him.

These guys are all old fritters, and they are very experienced. When you look at the left, you can talk better and immediately hit the snake. Lao Wang Gong respectfully said: "Master, can you help me refine a costume? No matter what the conditions, as long as I can finish, absolutely no problem."

The guardian, who was talking to the old king, glanced at him and wanted to open his mouth.

Lao Wang also knows that he must be embarrassed, but such an opportunity is too rare. Once you miss it, it is absolutely impossible to come again. Shrinking his neck, but still looking forward to look at the left Mo.

Zuo Mo smiles and said: "God, I have a lot. I ask you one thing, if you know, I will give you one."

Pharaoh immediately beamed his eyes and couldn’t wait to ask: "What, the master asked!"

"If anyone can tell me, where the boiling of the sea is the most intense, I will send him a costume." Zuo Mo still smiled.

"I know." Pharaoh was very clever and quickly said: "The most intense thing in the sea is, of course, the dead eye."

Others are all showing annoying colors, and they are slow to shoot. They did not expect that the master actually asked such a simple question.

When you look at the expressions of other people, you know that this person is really true. He said: "Give you a costume, wait a moment."

When the palm of his hand turned over, he had a **** costume on his hand.

This Moyun costume was left by him in the past, but it is not suitable for using the power of the gods. The left Mo Xin handed a trick, hehe, a big dead air suddenly came to the gods in his hands.

Gray spread quickly along the gods.

Where the gray sweeps, the complex magic lines are shaped at a speed visible to the naked eye. The gods are like living creatures, constantly squirming, changing shapes, and growing many spikes.

Everyone has seen such incredible refining tools, and they all look stunned and stunned. Even the guards, at this time, also widened their eyes and stared at the gods in the hands of Zuo Mo, unable to speak.

About a fragrant time, the gods on the left Mo has been modified. The gods that have been tempered with dead air seem completely different from the previous ones, and the rougher shape and the dense spikes look ugly.

Zuo Mo threw the costume to the pharaoh who just spoke: "Give it to you."

Pharaoh couldn't put it down, he quickly put it on, the original ugly gray costume, but it was more ugly. The dense spikes are daunting.

Lao Wang Xi is not self-satisfied, he urges divine power, only to see the sudden spikes on the surface of the gods suddenly like alive.

The gray spikes turned into finger-sized gray snakes, which are vivid and squeaky from time to time.

"[The Serpent God]!"

"Isn't the old snake, can't it always be formed? God is so powerful!"

......

Everyone talked about it, and people’s eyes that looked to Zuo Mo became blazing.

Zuo Mo did not intend to waste time here, then turned his face and asked the guard: "Do you know where the dead eye is?"

The guards showed the color of indifference: "The master does not know. The dead eye is indeed the strongest place in the sea, but the place is too strong, so there is no way to enter."

"Oh, take me to see it, and look at it from a distance." Zuo Mo saw the guard hesitating, and said.

"Good." The guards did not hesitate, turned to other people and said: "All are scattered, see what is lively!" He then said to the old king: "Pharaoh, this time you made a cheap, you come to lead the way."

"Well!" Pharaoh is eager to eat, and he is leading the way.

The guard turned to the left and explained to the left: "Master, the death here is too strong, there is no way to fly, we can only walk."

"Good." Zuo Mo nodded.

The meditation is still the Mozu, although the Yinlingwei is a bit weird, but the Mozu here is still physically tyrannical. The set of gods of the repairers, they can't learn, but the quenching of the gods is not difficult for them.

Zuo Mo has long discovered that the Yinling ghosts are extremely strong and more powerful than him. Even the unparalleled shackles, the left Mo is sure, the bones on his body, the flying sword slashed on it, even Mars could not hold one.

The gods of Yinlingwei cultivation have a strong sense of death, and the harder the cultivation, the more their bodies will become strange, just like the Yinling ghosts and the ancients.

However, Zuo Mo is just trying to get rid of the turbulent turbulence in the body, it is the most relaxed time of the body, and it is easy to follow the road.

"Master is a master, I did not expect even the body is so strong!" Pharaoh could not help.

Others were also amazed. From the point of view of the Zuo Mo Nai handicraft, almost everyone felt that Zuo Mo was a repairer. The refiner has reached such a level that there is no cure.

Everyone feels that the master is unpredictable and profound, and is not affected by the dead air. The body does not look strong, but it is as powerful as the Mozu, and the level of the refiner is nothing to say.

Zuo Mo smiled, did not explain, suddenly, his heart was inductive, and the pupil suddenly shrank.

He stopped and said faintly: "Friends in front, come out!"

Guards and other people are extremely rich in combat experience. When they hear the words of Zuo Mo, their faces change slightly, and they quickly protect the left in the middle, such as the enemy!

The old king, who was still cringing, was arrogant, standing at the forefront of the team, brave and fearless.

In the grayness of the front, a vague figure emerges.

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