World of Cultivation

Pu Yao greedily absorbs the golden soul. In the fight between him and Wei, although he had the upper hand, the losses were huge. The two golden souls sent by the Cang clan elder were like timely rain, and he snatched them from Zuo Mo's hands without hesitation. Zuo Mo didn't stop him either, probably because he expected that he couldn't.

The golden mist penetrated into Pu Yao's body at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Pu Yao showed a satisfied expression on his face. But part of the golden mist floated towards Wei. Although the number was only a quarter, Pu Yao was still a little unhappy.

However, he could do nothing about the situation in front of him, just like no matter how much he disliked this hypocrite, he could not kill him. His ability to survive in the Demon Refining Tower for three thousand years is directly related to this weird armor-breaking ability. Wei is an armor-breaking spirit, and Pu Yao has similar properties, except that he is not bound by armor.

For three thousand years, he has been using his brain to possess this tombstone armor, but this tombstone armor has its own system and is full of evil.

But when he thought that this hypocrite couldn't shrink back into his turtle shell, Pu Yao couldn't help but feel proud again. After all, he is also a generation of heavenly demon. He knows countless heresies and heresies, and he always finds a few useful methods.

In a sense, he and Wei are now symbiotic. Neither of them can destroy the other. Even the golden soul and Pu Yao cannot absorb all of it, and some of them must be absorbed by Wei. Although Pu Yao now clearly occupies a strong position, this obviously does not make him feel happy. Even if the hypocrite has an extraordinary origin, in the eyes of Pu Yao, who has a higher eye than the top, this is really a low price.

A piece of armor is on an equal footing with me... This is so damn upsetting to me!

After absorbing the golden soul, Pu Yao's hair became even blacker and shinier, and his blood pupils became a little more shiny. His tongue like a snake's letter inadvertently licked his lips, with some unfinished thoughts. He glanced at Wei, who was sitting cross-legged, and could naturally see that the Golden Soul was also of great help to Wei.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Pu Yao's lips. After three thousand years of dealing with him, he knew the character of his neighbor quite well. Even if this guy had promised not to teach Zuo Mo magic skills, he couldn't give up so easily.

However, Wei probably never expected that he could only speak a few words that day, but he would bring great inspiration to Pu Yao.

For a pervert like Pu Yao, even the smallest hint or inspiration can change too many things.

Just wait and see!

Pu Yao narrowed his eyes.

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Zuo Mo looked at Mo Ruhuo and was a little surprised. A guy with such a rough appearance could use such weird magic. He was indeed a monster beyond his appearance.

Mo Ruhuo felt nervous because Zuo Mo was staring at him, especially because Zuo Mo didn't say a word, which made him feel even more stressed. What should I say at this time?

"Sorry, I got the wrong person"? Or "Brother, I have admired my name for a long time, let this little brother live!" Or simply run away...

Poor Mo Ruhuo's mind was full of distracting thoughts, and all kinds of strange thoughts came to him one after another. He never thought about resisting at all. Even if he faced Yu Zizhou, he would never be so nervous. Yu Zizhou is stronger than him, but he believes that as long as he grits his teeth and is not afraid of death, he may not have no chance of victory. He felt that most of the so-called geniuses couldn't compare to him if they were to compete.

However, with Xiao Mo Ge in front of him, whether it was a competition of strength or ruthlessness, he thought that he would never stand a chance.

What made him want to cry the most was that he had initiated this incident himself! I am really impatient with life! He wanted to slap himself twice, such a stupid thing happened to him! All the thugs in the demon world are avoiding this murderer, and they take the initiative to bring it to his mouth...

Even he knew that the bounty offered by Demon City to Laughing Mogo was constantly decreasing. The monsters who originally had the mentality of watching a joke were truly frightened this time. Fierce and violent, with murderous intent boiling into the sky, such an aura cannot be formed by a demon with clean hands.

Divine consciousness cannot lie.

On this point, almost all demons are surprisingly consistent.

Laughing Mogo is a desperado with blood on his hands!

The elders of the students ordered them to stop all kinds of actions against Laughing Mogo. Some students who went too far were even banned from going out by their families. The Ji family and the Qinghua family also kept a low profile, obviously not wanting to cause any more trouble. The genius alliance, which had always been arrogant, also collectively lost its voice.

They have enough power and strength, but no one is willing to provoke such a desperado. What's more, he is a desperado with amazing strength at a young age? Some demons with some experience secretly discussed in private that if Laughing Mogo could live another twenty years, there would be another butcher in the demon world.

Just when Mo Ruhuo was thinking wildly and not knowing what to do, Xiaomo Ge suddenly spoke.

"Did you leave the magic mark on Cang Lin's body?"

Mo Ruhuo's heart trembled, this was a typical case of raising an army to investigate! Zuo Mo's words shattered all the luck in his heart. Mo Ruhuo is a ferocious character after all. The desperate situation only aroused his ferocity, and he stiffly said, "That's right! I kept it!"

Zuo Mo was sure, and he didn't talk nonsense at the moment. He used a few small magic spells in his hand to hit Mo Ruhuo head and face.

Now that he had taken action, Mo Ruhuo calmed down and steadily caught Zuo Mo's attack. After a few back and forths, he quickly discovered that Laughing Mogo didn't seem to have the unstoppable momentum he had in recording the magic, and his attack wasn't that strong either. However, Mo Ruhuo has rich experience in actual combat. Although he is usually murderous, he is very cautious when fighting.

After holding on for more than twenty breaths, Laughing Moge was still as warm as water and posed no great threat. By this time, Mo Ruhuo had completely let go of his hands and feet, and his offensive was getting stronger.

Mo Ruhuo's magic is very strange. Countless flames are flying around him. His hands are constantly moving in the void in front of him. The traces of the flames flying in the sky are extremely weird and erratic. It was like there were wireless threads in front of him, connecting the flames around him.

Zuo Mo casually used a small magic spell to block a wisp of flames. A warning sign suddenly appeared on the back of his neck. He lowered his head without hesitation and saw a flame blade passing by his scalp. He didn't have time to dodge, and a flame spear shot up from the ground and pointed directly at his lower abdomen.

Zuo Mo moved his feet, flicked his left hand, and accurately hit the flame gun with a small magic spell, causing it to deflect. But Mo Ruhuo's attack did not end here. On the contrary, it became more and more fierce! The flames flying around him can not only fly and attack at will, but also transform into various different attack forms, making it impossible to defend against.

Zuo Mo encountered this kind of weird magic for the first time, and he was immediately in a panic and a little embarrassed.

Mo Ruhuo saw this and his morale was greatly boosted. He estimated that Laughing Mogo's set of golden armor might have some special restrictions, or else Laughing Mogo might have been injured in the last arena. Otherwise, it would definitely not be used until now.

Thinking of this, the fear in Mo Ruhuo's heart disappeared even more. This kind of situation is not uncommon in Laughing Mogo. Those extremely powerful sorceries often have strict restrictions or require a high price.

If this is the case, Mogo is undoubtedly at his weakest now!

Is it a God-given opportunity?

When he thought of the murderer who was famous in the demon world, being tortured to death by himself, unprecedented pleasure instantly filled his whole body, and his body even trembled slightly due to excessive excitement! What a wonderful thing! Things that he didn't even dare to think about happened suddenly in front of him. The extreme fear and despair that surged deep in his heart before suddenly took a turn for the worse, and the excitement and pleasure produced swallowed him up like a tide. It was in this marvelous situation that he reached his greatest form ever. The sorcery he had just broken through was not unfamiliar at all in his hands. He could easily master it with ease. Every sorcery was like his instinct, so perfect that he enjoyed it!

Zuo Mo felt as if he had suddenly fallen into a flaming hurricane. All kinds of fire magic were overwhelming and sweeping toward him. What was even worse was that he had no room to dodge. The opponent's sorcery spread out with great momentum, beyond Zuo Mo's expectation.

But Zuo Mo was not panicked. His figure looked miserable, but his expression and eyes showed no signs of disturbance.

The light in his hands never stops, and small magic is as simple as breathing to him. Sometimes it's one ray of light, sometimes it's several rays of light, five hundred kinds of little magic spells, forming countless combinations in his hands. These little magic spells combined together can pull or block, and often the slightest gap will be keenly caught by Zuo Mo. It was by taking advantage of these tiny gaps that Zuo Mo escaped time and time again.

The flame hurricane continues to intensify, and it continues to grow!

Looking at Laughing Moge who was in a state of embarrassment under his own magic, Mo Ruhuo felt extremely proud. The longer his [Fantasy Flame Storm] lasted, the more powerful it would be. It would continue to grow on its own, and the gods he needed to consume Consciousness has not changed much.

The longer this fight drags on, the better it will be for him.

Sure enough, Laughing Moge became more and more embarrassed, with several more wounds on his body.

Although it was just a few small wounds, Mo Ruhuo couldn't help but laugh: "Laugh Mo Ge! Struggle! Enjoy such a wonderful magic! Haha! Oh, I got another injury, how pitiful! "

Mo Ruhuo played his favorite cat-and-mouse game and watched Laughing Mogo struggling in the hurricane. He didn't want to miss any scene.

"Tsk tsk! You are so tenacious! You are indeed the Laughing Mogo! What a beautiful move! Come! One more! Haha!"

Mo Ruhuo laughed wantonly.

Zuo Mo remained silent in the storm, struggling to hold on. But Mo Ruhuo didn't notice that the light shrouded by Zuo Mo's lowered hands was changing little by little. My QT room is open! Fang Xiang’s official QT room number [9177] click to enter