Immortal Mortal

After confirming that He Wei pot has no way to do it, Mo Wuji is even more unscrupulous. His celestial Yuan was originally consumed by seven seven eight eight, but he is different from others, he also has a reservoir.

The celestial power of Chu Yuanluo still allows him to continually spill the thunderstorm.

Without the interference of He Wei pot on one side, Mo Wuji, with the help of Han Qingru and Tong Ye, killed these strengths as well as his Tianxian monks, just like cutting vegetables.

Some powerful monks and gentlemen, who just stopped one of the thunder swords, were swept down by Mo Wuyi’s Qingyue Mang. Even if Mo Wuji did not care, the side of Han Qingru and Tong Ye will never be soft.

At this time, soft hands are suicide.

From the cultivation to the present, Han Qingru has never killed so many monks as it is today. And she just had to kill, not even a slow breath.

The light of the magic weapon and the roar of the thunder sword are intertwined. This once interest stack is a mess.

In addition to occasionally a small number of Tianxian monks can counterattack, the rest of the Immortal monks can only resist the Thunder sword and then be killed.

As for those monks who can resist the thunder and can counterattack, they have just sacrificed their magic weapon and they are taken care of by Mo Wuji.

There are indeed more and more wounds and scars on the three people, and fewer and fewer monks are killing them. In particular, Mo Wuji, those monks who can counterattack, basically smothered the killings to Mo Wuji. If it is not a motive and a vitality, even if he swallows the drug, it will not stop this continuous magic weapon attack. This makes Mo Wuji even more urgently need a protective law, or a top-level defense magic.

If there is a top defensive magic weapon, he will be much easier today.

Some monks in the periphery quietly exited the battle circle when they saw that the He Wei pot did not shoot, and then quickly went away.

"Boom!" When the unscrupulous Lei Jian once again nailed a Tianxian monk to the ground, the battle finally stopped.

The **** atmosphere and the thunder and arc of the earth are filled in the air, and there are still many monks around, but no one has ever stepped forward.

Mo Wuji raised his hand and grabbed a few jade bottles. After handing them to Han Qingru and Tong Ye respectively, he himself fell down half a bottle of healing medicine.

It is not very good for the medicinal herbs to swallow more. At this time, even if there are more medicinal herbs, as long as they can restore their senile power and injury, Mo Wuji does not care.

Tong Ye began to clean the battlefield, but Han Qingru continued to stay on the side. Mo Wuji took the half moon green scorpion in his hand and walked toward the Hezhen pot. His vitality is repairing his injuries all the time, so even though he seems to be hurt, in fact he did not take a step, the injury will recover one point.

Before he was hit hard, it was not only that the strength was much lower than that of He Wei, but because he had to deal with the besieged monks in addition to the He Wei pot. Now there is no siege of many people, even if his Xianyuan loss is too powerful, he is not afraid of He Wei pot.

"I don't care, I just looked away. I didn't expect you to have this kind of skill. You have a thunderstorm, I am afraid it is not a small ancestral door. Today, I am looking at the sacred door of the sacred door. You once." I saw Mo Wuji passed, and He said that the pot was cold and cold.

Mo Wuji had a slight glimpse, and he was not surprised by his name. Labor and this guy are stunned and will naturally tell him something. His experience at Baihua Mountain Villa is estimated to have been known by Lao Cai.

No, since Lao Cai told the other person's name, the other party should guess that he is not a big door. In fact, the same was true during the initial battle. If He Huo knew that he was a big door, he would not dare to be so unscrupulous to him.

"Where is the name, you want to fight, you can't fight, if you don't want to fight, don't you fight, is there so many good things in the world?" Mo Wuxi said disdainfully, he sure that the pottery pot does not work, not so kind, but because what's the matter. It is even more impossible to look at his sect. He does not know what his ancestral door can protect him.

"How are you waiting?" He Wei pot said sharply, even the people on the side could hear the He Wei pot with some guilt.

He regretted it a bit, and he should take the opportunity to withdraw. He thought that the unscrupulous fairy yuan was too expensive, and more than one hundred days of immortal monks also besieged Mo Wuji three people, Mo Wuji should be sure to die.

I did not expect that Mo Wuji was constantly being hit hard, just like a small strong who could not die. Every time I thought he was hit hard, it shouldn't work. He could still continue to bomb the next round of Lei Jianyu. Because of this, from the beginning to the end, there is no harm, but not dead, but also madly sprinkled the thunderstorm, and once again killed more than 100 Tianxian monks. Now he wants to go, it is a bit late. It is also the only treasure that is lucky and blind and unscrupulous. The He Wei pot did not leave immediately.

During the speech, He Wei’s subconsciously looked at the labor, and he discovered that Lao Cai did not know when to retreat.

This guy really has no kind, Mo Wuji is definitely the end of the strong, if Lao Cai is willing to stay and do it, he can definitely kill Mo Wuji. This guy actually escaped and plunged himself to death. Sure enough, the Chamber of Commerce was born with some kind of tricks.

He didn't know the thoughts of labor, and he was very clear about his work. He didn't take it all out. According to his image restoration of the death of the counting brothers, he knows that Mo Wuji has a powerful magical power, which is Tianhuoquan.

Unscrupulous Tianhuo Quan, but a boxing to kill the Yan Yan, now Mo Wuji got a Nirvana fire, as long as it is not stupid, it will definitely upgrade the skyfire. Once Mo Wuzhi’s Tianhuo was upgraded to Xianyan, and then displayed this punch, he is likely to step into the footsteps of He Wei’s pot.

Others don't know that there is a crack in the rules of He Wei's pot, but he is very clear. The ruler of He Wei pot broke open. At this moment, He Wei pot did not dare to do it.

Mo Wuji has a killer, and now does not come out ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ What does that mean? He can manage to work today, can you not know that Mo Wuzhi is left to give him a labor? If he dares to do it, He Wei pot is his foresight. And he also saw it, and the unscrupulous Lei Jianyu simply surpassed the legal skills. This is a supernatural power. This magical power is not afraid of group warfare. Does he go to die? At this moment, he is even more skeptical. Mo Wuji is not the guy who crossed the fairy.

There is no guesswork in the labor, and the reason why Mo Wuji has not blasted his own killer until now, is really left to labor.

At this moment, Wu Wuji really felt the benefits of an alchemy teacher. Half a bottle of healing medicinal herbs went down, and with the moisturizing of the vitality, his injury quickly eased, and Xianyuan recovered some in a short time. With his immortal Yuan of the Yuan Dynasty, he has the confidence to make a punch. Now that the labor has gone, his fist can not kill the He Wei pot, but also the He Wei pot can not eat and walk.

"I didn't intend to hand over my things to you, nor did I try to regret what you said. So, I really want to know, what can you do to make me regret, and I want to take my own Something is handed over to you, someone?" Mo Wuzhi said that the half-moon scorpion in his hand has already rolled up the violent murder.

Mo Wuji has even an illusion. He feels that the field of He Wei pot is very fake. He can even open the field of He Wei pot with a single glimpse.

"I said, I don't care about you in your ancestral door. Hey!" After he snorted, he turned and left.

This guy is definitely not so good to talk, know that this guy is arrogant at the auction. Mo Wuji thought of it, where will be polite, the half-moon green scorpion in his hand drawn a three-foot long half-moon awning, shrouded the He Wei pot.

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... (to be continued.)