Immortal Mortal

The young woman who asked Pang Qi before also forgot to continue to ask the three people, and completely focused on the clay man who had just climbed out of the lost swamp. The rest of the people and the young woman were shocked to see the clay figurine standing on the edge of the lost swamp.

After a few months of terrible suffering, Mo Wuji finally climbed out of the lost swamp. At this moment he stood on the edge of the lost swamp and looked at the Gobi Desert in front of him. The excited hands were shaking. Don't look at him living in the lost swamp, and even through the lost swamp, but where is the man doing things?

It can be said that if he does not have the heart of the Qing Dynasty, it is not that he cultivates the reversal of the exercises, and he is swallowed up by the swamp behind him. After half a year in this swamp, he plunged into the swamp vortex more than once in the swamp.

All of this, he broke free with this kind of heart and reversal. In the course of the action, the sun is reversed so that he can not fall into the swamp vortex. And the heart of the green, let him burn the unexplained things that stretched out in the swamp to lock him again and again.

These may not be the most terrible, the most terrible is the terrible insects in the swamp. These snake-like mollusks swim around and walk from the top, which is the most disgusting thing.

Sometimes, he has to spread the heart of the green heart, even if it is, the insects are also inexhaustible.

If you come again, Mo Wujun would rather go from the Tianhai, or even from the five elements of the wilderness, and would not want to go to the lost swamp.

Now he finally passed through the swamp and stood on the swamp. Contrast him through this terrible swamp, he cultivated to the 12th floor of Yuandan is nothing.

Mo Wuji completely ignored the six people who stared at him. He stumbled on the shore of the swamp, clenched his fists, lifted his chest, and shook his head and shouted.

In the past six months, he was too depressed. This kind of suppression did not scream out, and his heart was not happy. A long scream, from the initial suppression to the later excitement and then to the strong and powerful, finally calmed down.

The six people listened to the unspoken sirens, and they all looked at Mo Wuji from a moment of silence. All the people could hear the release and embarrassment from the unscrupulous howling.

"He is not very simple." Pang looked at the screaming and screaming Mo Wuji, and suddenly said softly.

After a full half-column incense time, Mo Wuji slowly stood up. His gaze swept away on the six people who had been smashed up. This was a slogan and rushed to the Gobi in the distance.

He saw that two of the six were stronger than him. This is better than his two high-powered people who have no intention of killing him. He does not need to pay attention to it first.

Seeing Mo Wuji rushing out, the pretty girl hurriedly wanted to chase. She just left and was dragged by the young woman next to him. "Purple, what do you want to do?"

The pretty girl giggled. "I want to ask the mud fool. Why did he go to the lost swamp and get a mud? It looks like people are not ghosts. After coming out, he still called for a long time, noisy." ""

The young woman screamed, "Zi Zi, I tell you, if you don't respect people next time, no matter where I go, you don't have to follow."

When the girl heard the words of the young woman, she grievously grinned and said quickly, "Aunt, next time I am not doing this, can't I do it? Why are you so fierce to me?"

The young woman seems to feel that her tone is too heavy. She said, "You don't want to see this person's body is not obvious, but the strength is not high, but he can survive in the lost swamp for a few months, you Thought this is simple?"

Of course, there is still a sentence, the young woman did not say it. She clearly felt that Mo Wuji did not have any aura, and her strength was not strong. However, he heard from Mo Wu’s majestic and shouting that Mo Wu’s strength was even stronger than the average real lake. The endless screams show a long and powerful force.

"A few months" called Rong He's girl screamed out.

Pang Qi quickly said, "My sister does not understand the rules, but also ask the seniors to understand."

The young woman smiled. "It doesn't matter. That person did live in the swamp for a few months. Otherwise, there would be no repression of releasing feelings. And he was all muddy, but his hands were very clean." The practice of his cultivation is different from that of ordinary exercises. On his neck, there is a skin without mud. On the surface, it is apparent that it has been soaked in the swamp for a long time."

"But he still doesn't understand the rules. Aunt, you don't mean to see that the repair is high. Do you want to stop and call your predecessors? Right, this is called Pangqi, and you know how to behave." The girl couldn't help but swear.

The young woman’s face was a bit uncomfortable, and she yelled, “Shut up.”

After praising this sentence, the young woman calmed down her own anger, which slowed down some of her own tone. "Purple, if you keep going this way, how can you go alone in the future? That person obviously saw us, obviously, He is not afraid of us. It can be seen that in the swamp, he has met too many strong people. Later, you have to do this again, I am worried that you will offend people when you go out, how many small lives you have not enough to send."

Rong He whispered on one side. "From brother, this person just came out of the swamp. Let's ask him if he is good?"

Pang shook his head and shook his head. "You don't have to go. At this moment, he cleans in the lake in front. After he finishes cleaning, he will take the initiative."

The young woman heard the words of the poem and nodded with appreciation. The reason why she did not take the initiative to stop Mo Wuji asked, is to guess that Mo Wuji will take the initiative.

Sure enough, after a scent of incense, I cleaned up all of my body up and down several times, and Mo Wuji took my long hair and walked over.

The young woman looked at the unscrupulous, and my heart was praised, a good man.

On the face, she has seen that men who are more than unscrupulous and handsome do not know how much. There has never been a man who has nothing to do with it. He is full of confidence and another thing she can't say.

The black hair was bundled casually, and the strong body seemed to be carved with a knife, symmetrical and strong. The face is not the most beautiful, but with a kind of harmony, people look very comfortable and not aggressive. The most shocking thing is his bright eyes. It's as if you can see through your heart and see you through.

The young woman trembled. Is this a young man? How did she feel that she was coming over by an old man who had experienced countless vicissitudes?

By the way, she finally remembered what the unspeakable thing is, it is an ordinary. The young man who came in front of him had a perfect body despite his bright eyes, but his ordinary is like a common man.

That's right ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is a vulgar person, there is no half-power spillover, and there is no half-point rhythm fluctuations. Looking closely, this young man has nothing unusual except for his bright eyes. In addition to ordinary, or ordinary.

The young woman took a deep breath and she was sure that it was absolutely extraordinary. If you see Mo Wuji in other places, maybe she just passed a glance and passed, and at most I feel that this young man has a manly temperament. But everyone here knows that this young man has just come out of the lost swamp.

What is the Lost Marsh? Can an ordinary person come out in a lost swamp? Can a mortal person who can't be cultivated live in the lost swamp for a few months?

"Several friends have invited." Mo Wuji came to the front and took a fist.

As the ally of the Hundreds of Alliances, it is the true deities to honor the ally in front of him, so the unscrupulous fist movements are not in the body, it seems very ordinary and ordinary. The same is true. Except for the girl, no one here dares to despise the young people in front of them and join hands with them.

To be continued.

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