Immortal Mortal

"Hey!" Mo Wuji can clearly hear the tearing of his own field, the cracking sound of the space.

A breath of death is crushed over, and Mo Wuji affirms that this is the means of killing the dark red face. The dark red face should have no gods, so it is so powerful. If this guy gets a cosmic tract, is this guy another Luo?

The tumbling blood river is like freezing the whole space, and the space becomes solid. Even if there is no distance from the purple road, it is only a dozen meters away, but the ten meters is like a scorpio. Every past minute is a great difficulty.

"Hey!" A **** blast broke out, and Mo Wubo refused to refine the body at the end of the sacred body. At this moment, a **** mouth was torn out by an invisible blood spear.

The violent **** rivers are raging, and it seems that in the next moment, all the protections of the whole body will be torn down along the **** mouth, and Mo Wu will be swallowed up.

Mo Wuji’s surface is calm and waveless. He understands deeper than anyone else. If he does not care about the dark red face that blends with the **** river spear, he will not get this cosmic road today, or even hit or even threaten it. To the point of life.

The dark red-faced man bloodstained in the blood of the avatar is a fierce space of **** waves, turning into a dead air to swallow. He did not believe that with his own **** rivers burning for countless years, he was a **** spear, and he could not stop a cockroach.

At the moment when Mo Wuji’s body was torn, the dark red-faced man was finally relieved.

In fact, he has been horrified, with his powerful rhyme blending into the blood river rules and the spear killing, he can't tear the unscrupulous flesh and blood. Fortunately, when he continued to madly burn the rhythm of the blood river, let the blood river completely roll over to sweep the space, his blood spear rhyme finally broke the unscrupulous skin.

As long as he tore open the skin of Mo Wuji, seeing the blood, the **** waves that rushed across the rush will be swallowed up, even if it is a saint.

Sure enough, when he murdered the blood spear to tear open the skin and burst into a **** fog, he finally saw Mo Wuji stop.

Hey, you are sick! The dark red-faced man has already made up his mind that even if he goes back and retreats for countless years, he will have to work hard to get rid of it. In his experience, can you give Mo Wudong a chance to make a comeback?

At the moment when Mo Wuji stopped, the blood river was soaring by hundreds of thousands of feet. Hundreds of millions of blood-colored spears rushed out of the rolling blood. At this time, any life that blocks under the hundreds of millions of **** spears will be swallowed up without mercy.

Mo Wuji did not go to see the skyrocketing blood river, and did not even manage the rushing billions of **** spears. At the moment, he is the same as the body, but the clear and perfect mortal has almost formed a substantial rhythm around him. And he himself closed his eyes in this rhyme, raising his hand and slowly waving.

This is the only supernatural power that he has not played, the years of magic, and the time.

Or can't you say that he hasn't used it. Once he used his magical powers, he used the rules of time to cover the space.

Now he is quasi-sacred and nine-story, and he has basically perfected his mortal rules. The magical powers can finally be displayed.

Time is stagnation, space solidifies...

At this moment, everything stopped passing. At this moment, the rules of time in the universe are frozen, and all the billions of ways under the rules of time are all stopped.

Including the tumbling **** river that has skyrocketed to millions of feet, and the **** spears that have swept out of millions, have stopped...

In an instant, it must be made eternity.

If you say that this space is still moving, it is unscrupulous. After everything stopped, he had already crossed the purple road and grabbed the purple avenue.

A blood arrow spurted out, and the unscrupulous hand trembled. The space around it is vivid again, and the pause is just a gap, and it will disappear forever.

Mo Wuji is very clear that he spurted a blood arrow, not because of this cosmic rule, but because he could not control the rules of time.

His time is still fur, forced to reverse the time, let time lag, he exceeded his limit.

"Time rules!" Dark red face was shocked, the tumbling blood river suddenly fell, and hundreds of millions of blood spears dissipated, but the blood river was once again rolled up to Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji simply ignored the **** river that fell and fell, and the endless stream of rules and temperament swept out. This purple road was directly involved in his mortal world.

He can't even play the ban on this purple road. He certainly will only fall into the process of competing with the dark face as long as he has to rest on his own time.

At the moment when Mo Wuji took away this road, the tumbling blood river once again suddenly made a sudden meal. This time, it was not because of Mo Wu’s time rule magical power, but that the dark red face knew that he wanted to grab this cosmic road again. He must fight with Mo Wuji. And Mo Wuji hit it now, he can not know that Mo Wuji is not afraid of him.

A dark red figure clearly appeared in front of the unscrupulous, dark red face, dark red hair, dark red skin.......

"Who are you?" The dark red man clasped the blood spear in his hand, staring coldly at Mo Wuji, and murderously screamed in his body.

This time he did not take the initiative, he saw the means of Mo Wuji, definitely not half weaker than him. In the absence of a magic weapon, you can also steal the purple road from here, this means should not be said to be weaker than him, but slightly stronger than him.

"You are really a saint?" Mo Wuji's body rhyme is a volume, and his injury disappears without a trace.

He believes that this dark red face has not lied to him, at least he has not seen such a strong quasi-holy.

The dark red-faced man saw that Mo Wuji was so powerful. Actually, he really didn't know him. However, he was somewhat confused. Isn't this guy a great power to reincarnate?

"This holy prince, but it is somewhat different from the few saints you know, because there is no **** in this holy." The dark red man's tone is also moderated.

There is no god, Mo Wuji is not in the heart. He has seen more of God, and he has not seen much better than him.

"So you know Luo Xu? Can you tell me how many of the eight great saints are alive?" Mo Wuji asked faintly.

When I was cold and cold, I didn’t answer the question of Mo Wuji. Instead, I said, “The Taoist friend just got a way, the road is more useful to me, and the Taoist Taoist is solid, not at all. Need the outside world. As long as the Taoist friend can give the road to me, the conditions are mentioned."

"No interest." When Mo Wuji talks, he must step out.

When I saw that there was no way to go, I quickly said again, "This friend, don't you know that you can know the Universe?"

Mo Wuji stopped and looked at the misunderstanding, "What is the Cosmic Taoist Church?"

"The Universe is a place where the best powers in the universe come together to talk about the best things. At the Holy Path, there are only things you can't think of, no things you can't see~www.wuxiaspot. Com~ If the Taoist friends are interested in attending, then I will call the Taoist friends together, and the Taoist friends will naturally know." The dark red face of the Jiji suddenly squeezed a smile, so it would be awkward to be awkward.

After saying this, Mie Ji still seems to be worried about hesitation and he added a sentence. "I should have seen the time rule of the friends. I should only stay on the fur. I met one person at the last holy sacred meeting. He has the origin of the cosmic time law, but his asking price is too high, we can't afford it."

Unscrupulous can not know the mind of the Jiji, this is to worry that he has taken the cosmic tract, and then he has tried every means to maintain some contact with him and take the opportunity to recapture the cosmic tract.

The things in his hands want to be taken back, it is an idiotic dream. However, he is somewhat excited about this cosmic sacred meeting, mainly because his dark wood still lacks several source beads. Another is that he wants to see the origin of the law of time.

The old age of the princes, the look of the unscrupulous expression, I can not know Mo Wuyi hesitated. He did not hesitate to take out a communication bead and gave it to Mo Wuji. "This friend is not as good as us to exchange communication beads. When the Holy Path begins, will I contact you?"

"Okay." Mo Wuji did not hesitate this time and directly took out a communication bead and gave it to him.

He is now on the 9th floor of the St., and after this event, he must retreat into the Quasi-San, even higher. At the same time he got the chaotic iron mother, as long as the chaotic iron mother re-refined as a magic weapon, he is qualified to talk to any saint.

Now that you have the strength, you can go to the Cosmic Holy Path and turn around, and ask what is going on in the end.

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