Chapter 92:

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The forest squatted with Qin Mo, and the spiritual power in the body continually rushed toward the body of Qin Mo, and the low voice spread out in his ear.

The reason why twin flowers are called twin flowers is because the Taoist who planted the twin flowers can share life, of course, not only.

Lin Zikai dropped a kiss on Qin Mo's lips, and his voice smashed between the lips of the two: "The two people who planted the twin flowers can exchange life."
The tip of the tongue picked up the lips of Qin Mo, and Lin’s tongue swept through the mouth of Qin Mo. At the same time, his left hand was rubbed and his right hand was placed on the chest of Qin Mo.
Lin Zikai’s body was covered with a layer of green light. The light was very light at first, and it became brighter and brighter as time passed. It was like a clear emerald that illuminated the whole space.
Lin Zikai’s face became pale, but his hand was always placed on Qin’s chest without removing it.
Seeing this green light, the monk’s eyebrows leaped, and the face could no longer hold the inscrutable expression. The tone was full of anger:
It turned out to be twin flowers.
He stepped forward and swung his sleeves. In the direction of Qin Mo, he once again waved his hand.
The green light swayed, and a strong vine suddenly emerged from the green light and greeted the monk's attack.
A loud bang, the monk's palm was completely blocked, his brow wrinkled, his mouth muttered: "The power of the rule."
After repelling the monk, the vine returned to Qin Mo and Lin Zikai. The vine's dark green body suddenly swayed, and circled around Qin Mo and Lin Zikai. The longer the vine grows, the more it flourishes. In the end, it formed a tight wall, surrounded by Qin Mo and Lin Zikai.
Lying on the ground, Qin Mo felt a burning pain behind him, as if something had to be drilled from his back. The severe pain made his face white, and the cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
However, the chest touched by Lin Zikai became more and more warm, and the original broken spirit gathered in his body. His fascination is gradually waking up, but his limbs are still weak, and he can’t move on the ground. He can only look at the front.
The forest is awkward.
Lin Zikai’s face was a little gray, and his eyes were also showing a slight exhaustion, but his face still smiled and whispered: "Master, I love you."
At this moment, the green light of Lin Zikai reached the extreme, and the blossoming flowers quickly spread on the vines. The energy that was slowly transmitted became soaring and could not wait to rush into the chest of Qin Mo.
His long black hair began to turn white from the root.
Qin ink eyes double, his body trembled, struggling to get out of the right hand of Lin Zikai. Lin Zi’s mouth smirked and pressed Qin ink to the ground.
The dense vines wrapped the two tightly in them, blocking the sight of the outsiders, and no one knew what was going on inside the vines. Even the unpredictable monk has no way at the moment.
I don't know when it started to rain, the bright sky suddenly became so dark, and the black cloud pressed the top, giving everyone a feeling of suffocation. Both sides of the demon did not consciously stop the movements in their hands.
The monk brows, and there is a bad hunch in his heart. After he has reached his level, he can already feel the rules of heaven and earth. His face was unchanged and his nerves were tense.
The petals faded, and the dark green vines began to wither, and they turned into ashes, and the talents saw the middle scene.
The face of Qin ink, which was on the verge of death, has returned to normal. He sat cross-legged on the ground, and Lin Zikai’s head was on the legs of Qin Mo, and the whole person was nestled in his arms.
Linzi’s aura has dried up, and even the golden dan of the body has shattered. Obviously it’s not alive.
He leaned awkwardly in the arms of Qin Mo, and he remembered the vagueness of the year. At that time, the master also protected him, but what made them go to the present day?
Lin Zikai sighed, didn't want to pay attention, there is no chance.
He reached out and tried to touch Qin Mo's face, but fell in the air. A cold hand suddenly held him. It was Qin Mo. The unwillingness and grievances in my heart slowly disappeared at this moment. Linzi screamed and whispered: "Master [... I am sorry..."
Qin Mo held Lin Zhe's hand and trembled. His eyes fell on the pale cheeks of Lin Zi's cheeks. His left hand clasped a pale yellow paper, which was the telegram that Lin Zikai had just given him. His lips. Moved and said: "Is it worth it?"
But no one can answer his words at the moment.
The whole sky was completely darkened, and the surrounding area was dark. "Boom!" A loud noise, a thunderstorm appeared on the horizon, and the gorgeous thunder light clearly reflected the cold eyes of Qin Mo and the closed eyes of Lin Zi.
"The sky is falling!" A screaming voice rang out in the crowd, and everyone was listening to what he said, and his face was changed.
Looking up, I saw a huge crack in the distant sky. A big hole was broken in the sky, and heavy rain poured down from the hole and hit the whole earth. Looking far away, the sky seems to have collapsed.
"The ground is also cracked!" Under the impact of the rain curtain, the whole earth trembled, and a crack appeared from the ground. Regardless of the right way monk or the magic repair, if you are not careful, you will be swallowed by the cracks, and there will be no bones.
Everyone suddenly panicked, and the sky was cracked. At this moment they had nowhere to hide.
Qin Mo still sat in the same place, staring at Lin Zikai in his arms, his fingers unconsciously wading over his closed eyes, and his heart was in chaos.
He turned a deaf ear to the chaos around him. The world existed because of Lin Zikai. Now that the forest is gone, the world will naturally collapse.
If Lin Zi knows that the whole world is buried with him, will he be excited? Thinking of this, Qin Mo heart sneered, he really stayed with Lin Zi for a long time, and even had such a perverted idea.
The monk's gaze looked far away, his eyes narrowed, and he clearly felt that the suppression of the lower demon domain was getting smaller and smaller. I believe that his strength will not be imprisoned for a long time.
There is chaos between heaven and earth. At the edge of the black hole, there is a strange wave of volatility that constantly appears. The three thousand interfaces in the comprehension world seem to be merging.
It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. The monk threw away the dark red cockroach on his body and turned away. He turned around and saw a side of Qin Mo.
He had a footstep, his mouth was cold and cold, and his eyes flashed through his eyes. Since his apprentice is dead, he will go to the apex and go to bury him. The apprentice should be very grateful to him.
His five fingers opened, and five red rays emerged from his fingertips and quickly shot toward Qin Mo's body.
When the wind broke, the Qin Moyi looked up and saw five light as a long snake rushing toward his face. Looking at the monk after the blood, Qin Mo eyes glanced, he carefully placed the Linzi on the ground and stood up.
Surrounded by violent winds and heavy rains, Qin Mo did not set any enchantment, letting the rain fall on him, drenching his hair and clothes.
His hands stood on his chest and quickly set off the seal. The sword of the thunder sword whispered and floated behind Qin Mo.
The monk found that at this moment, Qin Mo's breath was constantly rising, and he jumped directly from the spiritual silence period to the Jindan period. After that, the Jindan period was on the first floor, the Jindan period was on the second floor, and the Jindan period was on the third floor...
Lin Zikai not only gave his life to Qin Mo, but even his repair was also given to Qin Mo.
A loud bang, "Bang", was a thunderbolt.
The sword of the falling thunder sword suddenly radiated a ray of light. At the moment when the thunder and lightning fell, the whole thunder and lightning were absorbed.
Qin ink stared at the monk, the eyes flashed cold, the thin lips lightly opened, and the cold voice passed to the monk's ear in a chaos: "Hey."
The energy between heaven and earth has always been huge, especially now that the world is in chaos. The power of this thunder and lightning is even more immeasurable.
The falling sword was erected in the air, and the ray of the whole body emerged. The next long sword slammed down as if it could really open the sky.
The monk's pupil shrinks and stunnedly said: "Breaking the sword." In the deepest part of his memory, there was such a person, only one person and one sword, and fallen thousands of monks.
"There are five points." Looking at the attack that is getting closer and closer, the monk whispered that at this moment he was completely free from the suppression of the demon domain, and the strength recovered to the peak, even if the sword of Qin Mo could easily kill the Yuan Ying period. The monk, he is not afraid.
"I didn't expect you to be his descendant." The monk mouth said so, the look was very complicated, and the previous killings were put away. The sleeves swelled up to form a barrier that blocked the attack of Qin Mo.
The attention of the monk and Qin Mo was placed on the other side, and no one noticed that Wen Qing, who was on the side, sneaked to Lin Zikai’s side.
Looking at the Linzi squatting on the ground, Wen Qing’s mouth twitched, and the expression on his face could not tell the irony:
I didn’t expect you to end up like this, but it’s just cheaper.

The voice fell, and a black gas emerged from the body of Wen Qing, and directly into the body of Lin Zikai.
The earthquake has become more and more powerful.
"Isn't it dead? Why is the spirit still there?" A moment later, a sharp voice screamed out of the body of Lin Zikai.
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