World of Cultivation

The 158th chapter of my king is on!

The dark red day's pattern screamed with a screaming whisper, and it blinked in front of you.

Sure enough, it is the day palm!

At such a critical juncture, Ye Ling not only has no fear of being hit, but his heart is very excited.

Japanese pattern palm!

Big Day Magic!

My king is on!

His eyes suddenly blurred, and the bold and crazy thoughts turned in his mind, and he was inexplicably excited. However, the tough nerves that have been exercised in countless blood battles have played a vital role at this time. He clenched his teeth and the magical power was finally delivered to the extreme.

The other side's daily pattern is very deep, but the other side's understanding of the battle array is still a bit lacking in his view.

This is his chance and the only place to use!

Otherwise, with the big day magic body and the black scorpion demon killing, his fog hand position plus the sky roar battle, there is absolutely no chance to win.

The descendants of the noble demon who have fallen from the real world have lacked understanding of the battlefield. In his view, this is the normal situation.

The cultivation of the magic body can be achieved by virtue and magic, but the study of the battlefield requires constant tempering in the army to mature.

The gray mist suddenly flew out of the fine lines of gray fog, just like a tentacle.

They are like smelling sharks, madly flocking to the mighty days!

Hey!

The fog tentacles are not close to the Japanese pattern, and they are crushed and crushed by the powerful power of the Japanese pattern.

It’s a legendary big-day magic body!

The wild diamonds in the fog are bright and bright, and his face is strangely revealing a hint of joy.

The fog tentacles are more madly rushing to the sun, they are dense, as if they are boundless. The bursting sound is endless, but the number of fog tentacles is even more amazing, never ending.

Hey!

Every fog that bursts with the tentacles of the fog will be bounced off by the Japanese pattern. From afar, the Japanese pattern seems to be constantly consuming the fog tentacles!

Wild Ling controls every gray fog tentacle and looks orderly.

But soon, he showed a bit of fatigue.

His heart was completely shocked and full of enthusiasm. He found that he still underestimated the accomplishments of the other day's magical body. The deep magic layer, this is absolutely only the deep magic body of the deep magic layer, it is possible to have such overbearing power!

The big magic body of the deep magic layer!

As soon as this idea appeared in his mind, he could not help but shudder!

Such an outstanding demon is placed in any demon world, and it is definitely a genius that cannot be ignored!

He is so young, he is so full of talent, so promising!

Being able to build a magic army in the realm of comprehension, he must be stubborn and unyielding, he must be tenacious, and the hardships of this, he can't even think about it!

My king is on!

Do you send such a great opportunity to me because you can't repair your servant's temper?

All of the wild Ling's calm, all missing.

However, you must first send this in front of you!

Wild Ling forced himself to calm down. He did not cultivate the fog magic body. Only through the power of the battle, it is possible to block this blow unscathed.

In the fog, the dense sharp front screams.

Numerous moon-shaped smog, like the tide, suddenly flew out of the fog, swaying in the air with a strange trajectory, screaming toward the oncoming day pattern!

Looking down from the sky, this scene is spectacular.

Like a whip, the gray tentacles of the tentacles are straight and straight, like a javelin spurt out, and the sullen and screaming sounds make people feel stunned!

Boom!

Still like a ruin, whether it is a fog tentacles or a moon-shaped smog, as soon as it approaches, it bursts and bursts immediately!

However, the attack like a tidal wave is still a fatal impact on the Japanese pattern!

The fog tentacles and the moon smog are getting closer to the dark red day.

In the fog, every demon army sends its own attack at the fastest speed. Once each attack is swept, it will be covered with a layer of fog. They don't need to go to the south to listen to the direction, just need to constantly attack with the fastest frequency.

boom!

A moon-shaped haze finally lingered on the Japanese pattern.

The attack that followed was like a rainstorm on the Japanese pattern!

The Japanese pattern finally couldn’t stand it, and it burst!

The atmosphere of the ten-mile radius, with this huge explosion, suddenly jumped!

In the fog, all the gasps, the face of every demon army is awe.

This is just the first round of enemy attacks!

Zuo Mo frowned, the other party's fighting style is really weird, is this what the fog hand position? However, this fog hand is a little weird, but he did not feel too much. He has not been arrogant enough to think that he can take the other side down.

He felt that the whole body was full of strength, and that the endless power was full of fighting.

扛木昂, mean!

He shouted in his heart.

"There is no cultivation of the fog magic body, no wonder so weak." Pu Yao was disappointed, and finally felt that the other side could defend a surprise, but did not expect it to be a defective product, which made him disappointed.

In a blink of an eye, the positions of the two sides were reversed, and the smile on the face was re-attached with a saint smile: "Yes, it is a pity."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Zuo Mo snorted, and the power of the scorpion smashed into every corner of his body. The big magic body was inspired to the extreme, and he became a fighting madman. He is like a red-eyed lion, and he can't wait to rush straight to tear the other into pieces.

扛木昂, mean!

In the hands of Zuo Mo who had beaten the chicken blood, there was a strange knife burning with flames!

The power of squatting, along his arm, into the noon knife in his hand, screaming, the golden flame, and suddenly the old high. At the same time, the big Japanese flame in the body of Zuo Mo also came out uncontrollably.

Covered in a golden flame, Zuo Mo, holding a knife in the hands of the same golden flame!

Zuo Mo once again fell into excitement!

The noon knife rose high and was behind him. All the hardships, Qi Qi raised the magic soldiers in the hands, each magic soldier, the rich black mist haunts!

This knife goes down, and even the sky can be opened!

Left is like a bloodthirsty lion, eyes staring at the tumbling fog.

"Hello, please wait!"

In the fog, a sudden sound came out.

Left Mo.

In the fog, out of a middle-aged man in gray, he has a pair of gray eyes, looks very deep.

He walked alone to the front and bowed to the left.

"Hello, I am the commander of this team, we surrender!"

Nani! surrender?

What cross-border jokes?

Zuo Mo thought that his ears were wrong and surrendered? Is the battle just starting?

The guy in front of me looks respectful and polite, and looks nervous like it is normal!

The magic army surrendered to the repairer?

Has the brain burned out?

Sudden surrender, to be exact, should be the courteous, respectful and sincere surrender of the other side of the war, the left Mo burst to the burning of each cell, the hard-boiled into it!

"Hello, please allow us to surrender to you, we are willing to return to the adults!" Wild Ling's voice is hoarse and low, with a fool to listen to the sincerity.

There was a commotion in the magic army behind him.

I... I... I...

Zuo Mo, who was stunned by the hard-won, was blocked from what he couldn’t say. In fact, he still held the posture of holding the midnight knife, just the expression on his face, like waxing and solidifying.

"It is our honor to be able to surrender to a strong man who cultivates the big magic body! Please allow us to follow the adults, we are willing to burn everything, for the adults to drive, to go through the fire, to achieve our glory!"

Wild Ling humbly bent down deeply.

"My king is on!"

When I heard the big magic body, the turbulent magic army suddenly stopped, and then, many people’s faces showed an ecstasy that was difficult to contain.

After a while, suddenly, all the magical troops bent down and shouted in unison.

"My king is on!"

Everyone behind Zuo Mo was shocked by the scene in front of him. The mature and stable Shulong, looked at the opposite magic army with a dull look, and did not make a syllable for a long time. The living and lively Awen has a big mouth, and it looks like a ghost.

The most unfortunate is Gu Minggong, who is completely messy, and whispered in his mouth: "The illusion... must be an illusion... conspiracy? Is it that the adults send people to fake the Mozu? Is this a complete conspiracy... the old man... This What kind of **** is it..."

After Zuo Mo’s people were in a petrochemical state, they even knew the Pu Yao and Wei in the sea, and they were also stunned by the scene.

"Is this really the Mozu? When did the Mozu have no bones?" Pu Yao looked at Ye Ling's gaze, just as he was ready to take out the soul of Wild Ling and test it.

"Degraded! This is fallen!" The scream of the hysterical, his expression is as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly.

There is no cleanliness.

But the most uncomfortable thing is left.

Never burned, never had the war, the sky, the crazy impulses that have never been...

Suddenly, it’s hard to live!

I saw the left Mo's coagulated wax face, first white, then suddenly red, countless blood rushed up, blushing as if I could drop blood at any time.

Brother, play me!

For a long time, Zuo Mo’s heart burst into such a sorrowful sorrow.

The attitude of the other party is sincere, humble, courteous, and the war in his heart can’t be sent out anyway. Zuo Mo, who was stunned with red face, couldn’t go up in one breath, and couldn’t come down next, and he couldn’t say a word.

Just after the fierce battlefield, suddenly fell into a strange death.

The wild rhombic still maintains a stooping posture, and it does not move. Like a group of sculptures, no one magician has any movements.

Everyone's face shines with an absolutely determined light.

Big Day Magic!

That is the legendary big-day magic body!

Only the devil who has the most precious blood and has an unparalleled talent can cultivate the magic body! Such a demon has the potential to become a king!

Every demon soldier seems to see the radiant road that is shining in front of them!

My king is on!