Strongest Martial God

On the lake where the ice is suspended, the sound of the wind is constantly coming out, and then many people are gathered toward the stone platform. There is still a scream of screams coming out, and then there are people. The shadow fell into the darkness of the lake and lost his life.

At this moment, it has been a day since the initial chaos, and those purple Han Xuan Lian are basically being picked up by people. However, this thing has a lot of benefits for the forging, so even so, there are still a lot of people flashing around in the moment.

At the edge of the stone platform, there are nearly ten people standing with their hands at the moment, and the person who took the lead is the old man who presided over the auction in Castle Peak Town on the same day. But at this moment, the smile on his face has long since disappeared, and replaced by a cold.

This person is an elder of Mojia, Qingshan Town. After leaving, Mo Fanlong smoothly merged with some of the elders who entered the family. But he is still not worried about the matter of Ye Zhong. Therefore, although he has more important things to do at the moment, he still sent an elder and a strong man to come and guard the ice lake.

If Ye died, it would be fine. If he did not die, Mo Fanlong believed that the elder of the family had enough means to kill him. In any case, Mo Fanlong is extremely cautious, and like the enemy who may grow up, it is better to solve it as soon as possible.

"There is nothing to do with the Lord. It is too cautious to act. A third-class junior in forging, even if it is not dead, can you pick up any storms? What's more, so many powerful people at the moment are dead after falling into the lake. There is no whole body. He is a junior in his district. Can he still survive?" This elder, who shouted his head, shook his head and had a bit of playful mouth.

"Oh, the elders are right, the younger act is really too cautious. Sometimes it will inevitably do something extra. I think, if we leave at the moment, go find something to chance? Otherwise, that heritage. We have no chance to go, do not fish other cheaper words, this time into the congenital temple, isn’t it very disadvantageous?” A strong man standing behind the old man’s surname, sneer at the moment, obviously, he Nor did the leaf reappear in the eye.

"You guys, aren't you afraid of the Lord's blame? But..." The elder smiled and shook his head, but he did not refuse the matter. Obviously he was also somewhat dissatisfied with Mofan Long's orders at the moment, but only At this time, he suddenly stunned, the next moment, screamed: "Not good, back!"

At the same time, many of the strongmen who were still on the stone platform reacted instantly. He moved one by one and quickly left Shitai.

After many people left less than a cup of tea, they saw the quaint stone platform. At this moment, there were deep cracks, and soon the stone platform was like a decaying giant wood. In general, slowly sinking into the bottom of the lake, leaving only a blistering blisters, obviously, something is destroyed underneath, so that the stone sinks.

"Do not -"

The elders of Mo’s name obviously knew a little about the innate temple. After he stared at the lake for a while, his face was suddenly white. The next moment, he suddenly sneered aloud: “Children, it seems that we don’t use it. Going to other places to find out what opportunities, it seems that most people have found where the purple wood roots, and get it! Otherwise, there will be no such changes!"

"Hey, luck is coming, it's really blocked!" The nearly ten strong men behind him were also sneer, and the greed appeared on his face. They naturally know what is the root of purple wood, which is an extremely precious elixir in the body of forging, even in this congenital temple, it is also difficult to find. But since someone has succeeded at the moment, then they can naturally take advantage of it.

A line of Mo Jiaqiang was so scattered, and his eyes were watching the lake. In the distance, many of the strongmen who had originally retired were also aware of what they were. At the moment, these people did not leave too far, but looked at the center of the lake with some doubts.

"嘭-"

Almost at the next moment, a column of water suddenly rose from the sky, and the young and handsome figure of the young man flashed out of the water column and landed on the nearest piece of ice from the lake.

When I saw this figure, many people were slightly stunned, and the unbelievable color appeared in the eyes!

"It was actually the star-like boy who was attacked by Mofan Long into the ice lake!"

"How is it possible?? So many people fall to death, he is not dead!?"

"what happened?"

A lot of people have heard the sound of cool air, many people have a strange color on their faces. The appearance of Ye Zhong shows that he is not only okay, but also seems to have some benefits. Moreover, the scene of the collapse of the stone platform just now, no one thought that there would be no relationship with him!

For these strange eyes around, Ye Zhong did not feel the slightest feeling. He just looked up at his palm. At this moment, in the palm of his right hand, there is a **** sword seal. The sword seal looks like a tattoo. However, if you look closely, you find that it is layered and stacked with at least four swords. And in the vagueness, the smell of **** killings is diffused from the inside.

Four Shura Swords!

This is the point where the leaf is heavy at the bottom of the lake, and with the fourth success of the impact forging body, the energy of the purple wood root that remains in his body can be cultivated!

In the process of cultivation, Ye Zhong discovered that this so-called Shura Sword Seal, the process of condensation, needs to mobilize the energy in his body, and in the absence of the martial arts, and the cultivation of his own spiritual power, these need Energy is the blood in your body. Moreover, each of the Shura Sword prints condensed successfully, which is twice as much as the energy spent on the previous condensation.

Fortunately, the cultivation of the six burial swords, the body has formed a reiki week. Therefore, it is possible to refine the spirit, and to condense the four swords of Shura. However, with the strength of the leaf at this moment, it is only able to condense the four swords of Shura. If it is more condensed, it may damage the fundamentals of cultivation. This is what Ye Zhong does not want to see.

However, even if there are only four Shura swords, the power of this attacking the coffin is already extremely terrifying. Just now, Ye Zhong tried to recruit at the bottom of the lake. Under one stroke, the roots of the supporting stone platform were destroyed. This scene of the moment was formed.

After the trial, Ye Zhong discovered that this Shurao sword print is probably not as simple as he imagined. According to the analysis of Ye Zhong's experience, this Shura Jianyin should be part of a complete set of spirits. If it is possible to get the rest, even Ye Zhong can't infer at this moment, what level is the complete Lingbi? of.

However, even if this is the case, Ye Zhong is satisfied with the smile at this moment. With this move, Luo Jianyin has already exerted his strength to the maximum extent. If he meets Mo Fanlong again, this time he will be able to They have a good time to play. It is a pity that Mo Fanlong has already left at this moment. Otherwise, Ye Zhong does not mind at this moment, let him try to give himself a try.

"It's time to look for a picture into the hall." Ye has a chill in his eyes and is about to leave. But at this time, he suddenly looked a little moved, and his sight fell to the opposite side. I saw that there were nearly a dozen people staring at him there, and in their eyes, there was a drooling color.

"Ah--"

Looking at the nearly ten people who walked slowly at this moment, Ye Zhong’s face was a smile, and there was a road in heaven. You didn’t go, there was no way to go in hell. I don’t think that this Mo Fanlong is really Didn't let myself be too disappointed!

Mo’s elders fell to the point of Ye Zhong’s body at this moment. He naturally recognized that Ye Zhong was the one who Mofan Long had to pay attention to. However, what he absolutely can't think is that Ye Zhong seems to be the one who got the purple roots at the bottom of the lake.

With the experience of these old monsters, they basically analyzed it in an instant. When Ye Zhong was hit into the lake, most of them found some clues, so they simply sneaked into the lake to hunt for treasure. It’s just that even the elders who are surnamed Mo’s elders can’t understand why the third-class junior in the forging area can stay at the bottom of the lake for so long. Even if he is not swallowed up by those black lines, does he have to breathe at the bottom of the lake?

"But nothing -"

After thinking for a moment, Mo’s elders sneered a little. These things are not important at this moment. The important thing is that Ye Zhong is still alive at this moment, and most of them have Zimu Linggen.

As soon as I read this, Mo’s elders waved their hands, and the face of the nearly ten strong hands behind them flashed out instantly, directly surrounding the leaves in the center, and then he smiled at Ye Zhongsen, then slowly I reached out to the palm of my hand: "Kid, although I don't know how you hid at the bottom of the lake for so long, I haven't died yet...but, since you have already got the Zimu Linggen, then hand over the things! When things are handed over, I will give you a happy!"

When the voice fell, Mo’s elders stepped on the soles of their feet, and the body was full of blood and blood. An extremely deterrent breath, as his movements slowly spread out. Just like what a beast is lurking in his body at the moment!

In addition to this time, the nearly top ten are also one by one to take out a long knife on the waist, smile on the face, very incomparable!

Ye looked at this scene, but the face was a touch of faint smile. It turns out that there are really people in the world who don’t know how to write dead words!