Immortal Mortal

The Mo Wuji, who was sitting in the bottom of the sea, was turned into a statue. Only the rhythm around it showed that it was not a statue, and still still deducing something.

In 10,000 years, even if Mo Wuji did not deliberately go to refining, the six chapters of Luoshu, who protected him in the sea, were refining to the 106th ban.

Endless loops of scouring, the unscrupulous gods have accumulated to a huge extent. If Mo Wuji starts to attack and repair at this moment, he will rush to a level he can't believe in a short time. However, these accumulated gods are only circulating in the sea of ​​ignorance, dantian, and veins, and have not been used as a bottleneck by Mo Wuji.

"Hey!" Kai Dao Luo made a subtle sound, and Mo Wu felt that he had a pain in the Qi Dao, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

He couldn't continue to push it down, and his enlightenment reached the ultimate. It is not impossible to find a viable means by using Kailuo.

Mo Wuji does not need to push it again. Whether it is or not, he has a vague outline in this 10,000 years. With his cultivation, it is very remarkable to be able to know how to do it. If you want more, you may lose more.

Mo Wuji stood up and stepped on the sea beyond the sea.

There is no end to the sea of ​​silence and no smoke. Apart from being unscrupulous, even if you are a strong man, you can't stand here. Only he is unscrupulous and does not cultivate the spirit, there is no spiritual root.

Calmly watching even the ripples have no bit of silence to seal the sea, the unscrupulous heart gradually formed two faces with this endless sea, the same extension, the same endless.

One day, two days...

After the forty-ninth day passed, Mo Wuji suddenly shouted, and one hundred and eight lines madly reversed. He took a step forward on the calm sea, and the endless handcuffs made a simple handprint in the void.

Everything starts from the ordinary, only from the ordinary, can slowly move toward the extraordinary.

The simplest handprint of this road seems to span the endless years of time and space, from the ordinary to the most powerful avenue killing. It seems that there are countless pictures sprouting in these handcuffs, and then they are dying...

"I am a mortal, everything is illusory, give me a sigh! Hey! Hey!"

Unscrupulously, the handprints into one after another avenue killing directly on his own body.

The vitality was degraded, the dead air was turned into nirvana, and everything that did not belong to the unscrupulous channel of God, this moment in the mortal avenue, clearly and unmistakably revealed.

The mortal avenue kills without hesitation, and sings the channel of God that does not belong to Mo Wuji, and a sense of invisibility that is invisible to the naked eye falls into the sea of ​​silence.

"Boom!" Forever calm and waveless, the sea is like the top hurricane, the violent waves rise from the air, forming a wave of waves under the feet of Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji squirted more than a dozen blood arrows, the whole face was pale like a piece of white paper.

But at the moment, there is no surprise in the eyes of Mo Wu, but there is no decadent decadence. A kind of relaxation that has never been seen before and the pleasure that has never been seen before, Mo Wuji felt the kind of freehand and refreshing for the first time, no longer bound.

Get rid of the hint of thought that does not belong to him but is attached to the life and death wheel prints. His mortal life has finally reached a higher level!

A shout heard from his mouth, and the violent waves around him seemed to cheer for his whistle, and it became more and more high.

No matter how high the wave is, it can only roar under the feet of Mo Wu, and can't touch Mo Wubo.

Dozens of flags were shot by Mo Wuji, and a series of voids were also portrayed by Mo Wuji. Followed by a semi-final god's pulse, Mo Mozhi was left at the foot.

At this moment, there are a hundred and eight veins that are reversing the speed of Zhou Tian. The vitality of the vitality of the machine is nourishing the body in the shortest time. The unscrupulous repair is to break through the five layers of the gods in the twinkling of an eye. Six layers of gods...

The half-spirited spirits of Mo Wuji’s feet also melted at the speed of seeing with the naked eye. Mo Wuji did not hesitate to grab a bunch of rules and regulations of heaven and earth again, and it was a semi-final **** spirit lost at his feet.

Nine layers of the gods, ten layers of the gods...

"Boom! Hey!" When Mo Wuji repaired into the 12th floor of the gods, a terrible thunder arc slammed down.

Mo Wuji is a shout, and at this moment he is even more punched and banged in the thick thunder arc.

When he was robbed, he could absorb the source of the thunder, but once the thunder was too strong, he could not continue to absorb the thunder and instead resist the thunder.

At this moment, he can easily bombard the source of Lei, the more powerful the thunder, the more profound his understanding of Ray Ben's breath. There is no more robbery than it is now, and no more lively than it is now.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A thunderbolt fell and a fist hit. Unscrupulous cultivation has broken through the embarrassment and rushed to the realm of the gods.

Until this moment, the accumulation of thousands of years is considered to be completely exhausted.

The momentum of the thunder and robbery is getting weaker and weaker, and the roar of the waves under the feet is getting weaker and weaker. Mo Wuji even stopped to continue to attack the arc, and the idea fell on his own mortal world.

The mortal world is now a hundred thousand miles, and the mountains and rivers have gradually formed a prototype. In the void, even the stars and the moon are formed. Even if it is just a prototype of the birth of a rule, it has a real outline. After becoming more aware of the origin of Ray's attributes, his immortal world has a breath of weather change.

The shabu-shabu and the great wilderness are staring at the changes of the mortal world. For thousands of years, the cultivation of the great wilderness has already reached the seventh floor of the gods, and the same pot has entered the third floor of the god.

As Mo Wuji expected, no matter whether it is a shabu-shabu or a wilderness, there is no need for any gods to crystallize the godhead, so he has entered the realm of the gods in his mortal world.

Mo Wuji hand, a jade box fell in his hands.

The jade box is opened, and the inside is the statue wreckage collected by Tian Fanzong. At this moment, he looked at the wreckage of the statue, as if he were looking at a pile of gravel, and his mood was no longer fluctuating.

Mo Wuji, a hand, the statue wreck was thrown out by him, while a flame fell on the wreckage of the statue, and the statue was ruined to ashes.

Although Mo Wuji is very clear, he threw the statue wreck into the sea of ​​silence, and the wreckage of the statue is better. After all, he did not really destroy the will that was attached to his life and death wheel, but only to drop that trace of will into the sea of ​​silence. The will of the meteor should be the wreck of the statue, not destroying the wreckage of the statue, and there is no harm to the will.

However, Mo Wuji does not have such kindness. This will will make him retreat for a long time, and he will dare to count him through the life and death of the wheel. Even if he is unconscious, he will not know anything, even help each other. One.

After doing this, Mo Wuji once again played several handcuffs, and a yin and yang life and death wheel was printed on the sea of ​​rolling waves.

Life and death wheel print!

There is no such thing as a life-and-death cycle that absorbs the vitality and death of the automatic growth. Now the strength of the life and death wheel is completely in control of his own sentiment. He is strong and has a deeper sentiment, and the life and death wheel will become stronger accordingly, instead of growing up on his own.

Mo Wuji gave himself a few dust mites. After changing clothes, his body shape showed up and disappeared directly from the sea of ​​silence.

Entering the realm of the gods, the unmoved wind movement is not without traces, even at the moment of the wind, there is no fluctuation in the wind property.

It is to face the king of God, Mo Wuji also thinks that he can leave with ease.

After ten thousand years have passed, I don’t know if the book is good. I don’t know his mortal land.

Originally, Wu Mou should spend time to continue refining Kunwu Sword and Luo Shu, and his cultivation into the realm of the king, he needs to re-expand his own magic. It’s just that Mo Wuji’s heart hangs the book sound and decides to find the book sound first.

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The new city of the gods.

Mo Wuji is the first time to come to this new city of God. For the whole domain, the new city of the gods is the largest city of self-cultivation.

The reason for the establishment of this new city is because the transmission array across the Silent Sea is arranged in the new city of the gods.

Here, there is not only a transmission array directly to the Shenlu, but also a transmission array directly to the newly hatched domain. In the larger **** city of the gods, there is a transmission array that is directly transmitted to the new city of the gods.

This is equal to a transportation hub extending in all directions. www.wuxiaspot.com~ The rules of the high-level comprehension boundary, the development speed is not much different from the mortal world. To say a popular saying, when the traffic is developed, the city will develop faster. In the realm of God, that is the same reason.

The formation of the new city of the gods has only been around for a thousand years, but now it is the first true city of the gods. In this area, the weaker financial power is simply unable to establish a foothold in the new domain of the domain.

Yi Rongcheng became a wandering and unraveling, and when he entered the new city of the gods, he felt the rich aura of the place. The Ghosts of the Ghosts is definitely a seven-level Gathering of the Spirits, which makes Mo Wuji have some memories of Cang Zhengxing. The seven-level Gathering of Gods, only the warehouse can be arranged. Compared to the trip, Cang Zhengxing is the person who is unscrupulous and respectful.

The protection of the formation here is unfamiliar. These patterns were originally taught by him. At this moment, even if the new city of the gods started the support, it could not stop him.

Each of the Qingshi Road in the new city of Shennong is a few feet wide, and the main road is more than 20 feet wide. Although there is no Nirvana city atmosphere, in the domain of the gods, the planning of this new city is absolutely the most reasonable.

There is no ban on the streets of the entire New World of Gods. This is somewhat similar to the Nirvana City.

Unscrupulous, the gods read unimpededly sweeping across the streets. When he saw the signboard of the black mustard, he suddenly angered from his heart.

When he first entered the realm of the gods, he was caught by the Divine Chamber of Commerce and almost sent to the Valley of the Vulgar. At this time, I saw the black mustard, and Mo Wuji immediately went over. If there is no king of God, he will ruin the Chamber of Commerce and say it. His offensive power is not one or two, and he is more offended and nothing. Besides, he is easy to accommodate. Who can know who he is?

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