Immortal Mortal

The auction of the Drip Chamber of Commerce continues. In the most luxurious room of the Dianlu Building, a middle-aged man with a fair skin is sitting with his eyes open. {щww{suimеng][lā} stood in front of him with two male repairers, one of whom was the deacon of God who had previously dealt with Mo Wuji, and one of them was a squatting old man.

"The Lord, the man has left the Dew Mall, and he will have a very good martial arts magical power. After he left, there is almost no space fluctuation. I suspect that it is related to the Five Elements. It is probably a bandit technique. "The one who spoke was the monk monk.

Then there is no need for the old man to say, "I can feel the direction of the movement of the rootless iron, and I am leaving the dew mall at a very fast speed."

The middle-aged man with fair skin opened his eyes and said with a slight smile. "This little guy is very good. Actually, there is such a top-level technique. When he gets to the place, check his foot and then."

"Oh..." There was no need for the old man to say yes, but he was shocked.

“What happened?” the middle-aged man, who was called the president, asked quickly.

"The mark of the rootless iron disappeared, and I can no longer capture the position of the man." The old man's face is very ugly, his mark, even the king of God can not be removed at one time, but now it is An unnamed little cockroach sneaked away casually.

The face of the monk monk was as scared as he was, and he said, "The Lord, the mark on my clothes is left in one place. I suspect that he has lost his clothes. I will go and see..."

The organizer waved his hand. "Forget it. Since he thought of this, you have no meaning with the past. This is just an accident, and you don't need to continue to pay attention."

"Yes." The old man and the **** of the gods were relieved.

The Dipping Chamber of Commerce is still a very formal business association. They left a hidden confession on the treasures that they bid for. It is not to say that they are going to chase back this thing and let the guests have both money. Instead, I want to know where they are selling things, and only the best things are worth it.

The unscrupulous rootless iron is the top thing. Now that the mark on the ironless root has been erased, the dripping chamber will never investigate and will not pursue it. Because the incident itself is the wrong thing in the dripping chamber, the first stamp can be said that the chamber of commerce does not know, it is done by the person who sent the film. If there is a problem with the imprint, send someone to trace it, and the dripping chamber will not be able to do it today.

The Chamber of Commerce, which sells things in the Ming Dynasty, secretly starts to work, even if it is done, it will be hidden. It will be known for a long time. It is a place like the Danshang Commercial Building, which is cheaper and unwilling to be blatant and can only be within the loopholes of the rules.

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Mo Wuji does not know how many times he has been imprinted, nor how many times he has been pursued. Even if it is a **** king, don't think of chasing him through God's imprint.

After leaving the city of Dewdrop for three times, Mo Wuji directly lost his clothes and threw all the things he got from the auction into the immortal world. After another continuous wind shift for nearly an hour, Mo Wuji entered the immortal world and spent half a day checking whether there was any mark on the body. After confirming that there was no mark, he burned all the clothes, changed a clean set of clothes, and turned to Lingxiao City.

Two days later, Mo Wuji easily returned to his disease-free medical shop.

Upon returning to the medical shop, Mo Wuji once again entered the second floor and began to retreat to learn the refining of Wupin Shendan.

The heart of the Qing Dynasty was promoted to the third-level Shenyan, and it was much better when refining the five-product Shendan. However, after half a month, Mo Wuji still did not make a furnace.

Thousands of gods and grasses were consumed by Mo Wufei.

Mo Wuji knows that this is a helpless thing. It is not his Dandao problem, nor the relationship between his Dan furnace and the flame.

This is mainly because his cultivation is still a little worse, and he wants to refine the five-product gods. There is another main reason, because the land rules of Shenlu are weak.

In Shenlu, it is very difficult to advance to the king of the gods, not to mention that Wu Yuji wants to refine the five gods.

After consuming hundreds of five-level gods and grasses again, Mo Wuji slowed down his speed.

His immortal mortal shackles are the most suitable for alchemy and refining. Refining the five products Shen Dan should do the perfection, he has basically perfected, but only when the rules of Dan Dao are converged, there will be problems. Every time before Cheng Dan, there is always a little missing. If he is replaced by his cultivation, if he is the realm of the gods, perhaps he has already succeeded.

Mo Wuji changed to a refining of a five-product Shen Dan every day. In every alchemy, he did not seek success, but only sought to capture every detail change in the alchemy process.

Switching to any one person, even the top Zongmen, it is estimated that no one can do this to Mo Wuji, in just a few months, dare to consume thousands of five-level **** grass.

The Shenzhou five-level Shendan Wang is rare, not only because of the restrictions of the rules of the heavens and the earth, it is difficult to advance to the fifth-level Shendan Wang, and the other is the rareness of the five-level **** grass.

If Mo Wuji did not occasionally get seven hundred five-level gods in the auction of the Dilu Chamber of Commerce, he would not have hoped that he would become a five-product god.

"Hey!" Once again, a furnace of smoldering **** Dan was broken, and the faint Dan Jiao taste came out. Mo Wuji did not continue to clear the furnace, but stayed in the darkness of the darkness with a black impurity. Red medicinal herbs.

This dark red medicine with impurities was lifted up by Mo Wuji. For a long time, he did not continue the next move.

That's right, this is a five-product of the sacred god. It was the only five-product Shen Dan that he refined after he retired for three months.

Refining a five-pronged **** Dan may not mean anything, but Mo Wuji knows very well how this Shen Dan is made.

In the same way as before, when it was about to be broken, he tried his own rules. He no longer relies on the rhythm rules between heaven and earth to congeal, but through his own mortal rules.

The reason why I didn't try it before was because he always thought that he was only cultivating God. The rule of Shenlu was able to breed the king of the gods and even surpass the existence of the king of gods. This kind of heaven and earth rule can't condense God Dan. His mortal rules don't even have to think about it.

He only raised five layers of God, and the rules of humanity are still very weak. But because of this rule, he was sent to the Dan furnace, and the result was an inferior five-product god.

In front of his eyes, it seems that the door has once again appeared vaguely. When he planted Qinglu rice in Xiaoling, he loomed a road that was extremely important to him. It is a pity that the road is vague and looming. He has not grasped it several times, and he can only wait for the opportunity. Today, when he refines this inferior five-product Yun Yan Shen Dan, he once again saw the door.

The rules are his own rules.

Mo Wuji just pinched the product of this product, and it was awkward.

One day, two days...

At the moment, Mo Wuji forgets that he is still in alchemy, forgetting that this is just his shop. Just keep this position, let the time flow away, his whole person does not move.

A faint scent of rhythm circulates throughout his body and then condenses.

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"Hey, big brother, how long does it take for Mo Dao to retreat?" Chi Chuan waited for nearly half a year and couldn't help it.

It wasn't that he couldn't help it, but he felt that his sister couldn't hold it anymore. Even if there is a purple silence that is turned into a soup for his sister, her sister's life is still gradually dissipated. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, his sister will leave the world completely.

The shabu-shabu stretched out his claws and patted him on the shoulder of Chikawa. "Ogawa, you must not worry. I tell you, I have not been in the past for many years. I have been retiring for half a year now, and you are in a hurry." What about the future?"

"But my sister..."

The shabu-shabu directly stopped the words of Chichuan. "You can rest assured that you haven't seen the uncle's ability. I have a younger brother called the Great Wilderness. He is much more serious than your sister. Grandpa is not the same to save him."

When I heard the shabu-shabu, Chi Chuan finally got a little peace of mind. However, if he knows that the great predecessor of the shabu-shabu is just a fairy, he might soon be desperate with the shabu-shabu.

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In a small, inconspicuous courtyard of the Emperor of the Red Emperor, a young man excitedly looked at the green rice in front of him, and he clenched his fist with excitement.

His Qinglu rice is about to be harvested. He has not planted Qinglu rice, and he does not know what kind of green rice can be harvested in this Qinglu rice. But the rice on the seven pale golden lush rice ears, with a few pale gold, is clearly the top grade of the green rice. During this half-month, he did not leave the small courtyard. He almost saw the rice on the pale golden rice ears slowly add some pale gold stripes.

If it is really top grade rice, then he is eager to hand over his own green rice ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to prove that he did not make a mistake.

He was fed up for a while, not enough for others, but was fed up with the eyes and sarcasm of others.

After Master Guangchang came to Lingzong Shenzong, he taught seven days how to plant good green rice. He and Di Di went to ask for help, Mo Wuji only taught for a long time, oh no, it should be said that only taught half an hour.

Even the deacon of Chikun who came with Mo Wuzhi was sighing. Mo Wuji planted Qinglu Rice and strengthened it. What can he teach at half an hour?

Outside his small courtyard, he was waiting for two deacons who were looking to see the results of Qu Shendan. According to the regulations of Linglong Shenzong, no one can step in except the disciples themselves who participated in the competition.

So even if they come to see Qu Shendan's achievements, they can only wait outside.

“Beginning.” Qu Shendan first fell to the few pale golden lush rice straws, and reached out and took all the rice ears. Then his hand trembled, and a grain of pale gold-striped green rice fell into the corn that he had prepared.

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