Immortal Mortal

All the people are staring at Mo Wuji, and they are even more excited. He estimates that the strength of Mo Wuji will not be under him, but what about him?

How many years has he stayed in this iron cage cell? How long does it take for Mo Wu to come in? He will be in a short period of time when Mo Wuji enters the cell and is restrained and restrained by the cell. As long as he has no choice, it is a no-brainer.

Almost at the moment when Mo Wuji entered the cage, Qi Chao and Mo Wuji also started to work.

The difference is that Qi Guang is a magical light that has been rolled up to Mo Wuji, and the unscrupulous Chushen God has read the wooden box in the stone table. Qiqi District has a four-layered god, and Mo Wuji really did not put it in his heart.

"Boom!" The shallow magic weapon is on the unscrupulous field. The powerful field atmosphere directly blasts the shallow magic weapon, that is, Qishen himself is also hit by this violent field, and the reverse impact hits the iron cage. On the wall.

Mo Wuji seems to have not been affected at all. After the power of the explosion of this **** is slightly subsided, Mo Wuji has already added a wooden box.

Looking at the wooden box in the hands of Mo Wuji, and then subconsciously looked at the empty stone table behind the iron cage house, and then muttered for a while, "How did you get this?" Wooden box?"

He has tried many times in countless years, but he has never succeeded in getting a wooden box. And Mo Wuji got the wooden box when he came in. What is the reason?

Mo Wuji did not open the wooden box, but sent the wooden box into the mortal world with one hand. This was just a sneer and said, "I think you still think about your life, you can do it. Dare to be interested in the idea here."

This is the only time that he wakes up. Just now he started, and Mo Wuji did not fight back. He was bombarded by Mo Wuji’s field. It is obvious that he and Mo Wuji are too far apart. This kind of difference is not what he can spend in this caged house for a longer period of time.

A chill rose from his back, and a shallow heart sank completely, which means that Mo Wuji can kill him at any time.

Mo Wuji did not pay attention to him, but said to the back of the iron cage house. "Everything has been taken away by me. You are still not coming out. I am patient. If I don't come out, I will leave."

"Take my things, have you gone?" A unhurried voice passed slowly. Followed by the stone table, there was a bald man with a broken skin and the man's eyes became a seam. At first glance, this guy still has a bit of a thick image.

"Who are you? How long has it been here?" Qi Shi is like a bird staring at the bald man. He has been trapped in this cage for so many years, and he does not know that he is hiding behind him.

Mo Wuji immediately felt that the spatial rules of the whole body changed again. It seemed that he would fall into the trap of this space rule at any time.

Mo Wuhe smiled, "I want to come, come and leave, no one is in control. I think you are still worried about yourself, don't support yourself."

While talking, Mo Wuji took out the wooden box, this time he directly opened the wooden box. A piece of soil that has been cut in half is quietly lying in a wooden box, and the natural chaos of the sky, even in the distance, can be clearly felt.

"Yes, it is indeed a soil." Mo Wuji said that he had put away the wooden box, and this was swaying, and the rules of his body were changed again. He seemed to walk into the iron like a walk. cage. Those rules that banned him were not useful at all.

If he is not worried that the other party will settle down, he has already started, and where will he wait until now?

"How can you go out?" The white-faced man with a bald head looked shocked at Mo Wuji.

He had been wondering how he had taken away the soil before. Now, Mo Wu easily walked under his rule space and made him completely messy. Is the other party a true saint?

He is the seventh floor of the quasi-sacred, except for the saints, who is qualified to walk away from his rule space?

This bald white-faced man is puzzled, and Mo Wuji is as confused. Since the interest of the soil is in the hands of the other party, why should we let Qishao lead the past?

"You..." looked at Mo Wuji and looked at the white-faced man with a bald face. He sadly discovered that he was the one who really made soy sauce.

"Garbage, let you find a bloodline that was sealed here in the past, you can't get it, and it will bring a disaster to the emperor." The bald man saw the incomprehensible, screamed, and grabbed his hand. shallow.

Poor and shallow have not responded, and the bald man caught the fingerprint. The handprints are squeezed and turned into a **** fog.

The terrified **** of the gods just overflowed, and was once again squeezed by the surrounding rules and dissipated.

Non-Tao people saw that Master was only a round and was pinched to death. Wherever he dared to stay, his body shape would turn to the void. At this moment, he only regrets in his heart. When he left, he left. Why should he come back to die?

"Hey!" This time, I missed the opportunity, and the non-Tao people were directly bombarded by the scum. Crazy cultivation for countless years, she finally revenge.

The bald-headed white man killed the non-Tao people as if he had not seen it. He still stared at Mo Wuji, saying, "Hand over the soil, and then I will give you a chance to leave here."

Unscrupulously surprised to see the bald man said, "Your face is whiter than your ass?"

Then he took a shot and said, "Yes, look at your face, it seems to be more white than your ass."

After saying this, Mo Wuji sacrificed half a month and re-emerged into a silver ray.

"Hey!" Half a month, the grandeur of the torn space carrying the torn space slammed into the iron cage house. This trapped the iron cage house that had not been known for many years, and turned it into a powder in this way. .

After the iron house was broken, Mo Wuji and the former singer’s eyes lit up, and a real hall appeared in front of the two.

The man in the corner of the main hall is standing with the bald white face. The stone table before him has disappeared. The yin and yang fish pattern that had been used to let the blood go to the blood before it appeared in the middle of the hall.

After the tears of the iron cage house, the face of the white-faced man finally became discolored. At this time, he determined that the strength of Mo Wuji would not be under him. It was not a good idea to go out and take away the iron cage before.

Because only those who control the rules of the independent universe can smash the cage house here.

"Very good, you have enough strength to talk to me. This hall was left by a supreme saint in ancient times. Since you have this strength, that piece of interest is the meeting that I gave you. Wait for the woman's blood sacrifice. After opening this hall, I only have the same things inside, and the rest are all for you." The bald-headed man did not immediately start to talk about Mo, but instead he said with a dignified pair.

Mo Wuhe smiled. "The land was originally left by my friend's ancestors. She has already given it to me. I don't need you to send it for the second time. As for the blood sacrifice, you like to go to the blood sacrifice yourself. I don't have it. Time to play with you."

It is the space array of this hall, I am interested to open it.

"Stop." Seeing that Mo Wuji wants to move this hall without blood sacrifice, the bald-headed man is shocked and eagerly cries. "You broke the seal of this hall, the space rules here will collapse, all Everything will disappear."

"When it disappears, it disappears. What is it about me?" Mo Wuji said that God had been searching around, and he found that the empty door that disappeared disappeared.

"Looking for death." The bald-headed man screamed, and the round body directly rushed to Mo Wuji, a white mask with only one foot long to Mo Wuji.

"Oh!" At this moment, everything is breaking, and the unscrupulous areas are beginning to shatter.

There is nothing to stop this white light. When the unscrupulous **** touches this white light, he feels in his heart, that is, under this white light, he is transparently seen by the other side. thorough.

Then his mind began to break, and the space field began to diverge, and the magical power could not be extended. Mo Wuji clearly saw the ridiculous smile in the other's eyes, and it seemed that everything was in his hands.

A very powerful magic weapon, Mo Wuzhi was shocked. In exchange for others, in addition to constantly withdrawing or imposing a ban, there is really no good way.

It is a pity that this guy met him, even if his knowledge of the sea gods was all banned, he still has a god.

Mo Wuji is directly pointing out, and the seven circles refer to the yin and yang.

Heaven and earth and everything is born, yin and yang are changing! A yin and a yang exchange of life and death.

Mo Wuyi refers to the yin and yang in the seven worlds, which combines the life and death. This point of view, the life and death in the hall immediately converted. The bald-headed white man was quickly taken away, and the dead space filled the other's body space, and then penetrated into the rhyme ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is impossible. "The bald man was shocked and called out, and the subconsciously flew away directly. After his shot, he was only afraid of a situation. That is, under his measuring rule, the other party can still sacrifice the magical power. Now is In this way, Mo Wuji ignores his measuring scale and can also sacrifice magical powers.

The bald man had just retired to the main hall door, and the lines of the road directly turned into the essence, completely blocking his back road.

Mo Wuji has long used the virtual air pattern to lock the space. As long as the other party dares to ignore his bombardment, the next moment is the death of the other party.

"Who are you?" The bald man stopped to stare at Mo Wu.

"First talk about who you are?" Mo Wuzhi smiled, stepping forward, this field space directly locked the entire hall, and the advantages were thoroughly grasped in the hands.

"The Emperor Hengxuan, the third of the twelve gods." The bald man proudly said, after the end of the cold stare at Mo Wuji. The twelve gods, that is the existence of the gods, even if the other side has the existence of a god, but also taboo him.

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