Chapter 1099: Bitter scapegoat

Mo Xiaosha didn't know that Luo Yang had moved her face mask. If she knew that she would be happy to move forward and back, then she said the last word.
This face has accompanied her for many years. If it can be thrown away long ago, it is the sequelae of the betrayal of a god.
In order to devote himself to this divine master, she went under the banner of asking the same clan for a seal of the divine master. The vow issued that year was related to this blank seal.
She repairs and kills the Dao Road, and does not care about the life and death of her siblings. As long as there are killings in this world, she will not lack a source of power, so the speed of improvement is particularly fast. However, God's law is like a torch, and he has discovered some hidden dangers in advance, so when the seal is given, the trap is hidden.
She didn't step into this trap, but she couldn't throw it away. Finally, I came up with a way to find a special spirituality to inject and make it into a delicate face mask, but it has kept us safe for many years. Put it on Yingzhao's face when not in use. Doing so can activate the face and increase spirituality, even if the god-level master glances, it can't find the abnormality.
Over the years, Mo Xiaosha never imagined that someone could clean her things cleanly, and wanted to eat a fat man at a stretch, crazy enough to devour the spirit of the seal.
If it is an ordinary seal of God, Luo Yang has already accomplished it. The problem is that it is not common, and it is a sinkhole that has been left for many years.
I regret it now, the war marks on my body light up again, the skin bulges, the bones tremble, the blood boils, and the vast power of the god-level is injected into it, just like the ocean is about to be injected into a small river.
"Which God Lord did Mo Xiaoshen offend? She should be sanctioned like this, and she would die if she didn't do it!" Luo Yang walked a few steps in shock and came to the dark crystal pyramid with the big sword in his hands Grabbing the hilt with a bang, no panic in sight.
It's not the first time that I have been working hard outside for the first time, and the calmer I am at this moment.
The flow of divine power forms supernatural power, and the law of space forms layers of dark power. The seal power devoured in front of Luo Yang is only used to hide people's eyes and ears. The superficial layer above, the real killer is below.
"Dark space? Wouldn't it be Long Bart, the of penetrating space?" Luo Yang thought of the of penetrating space, and estimated that when Mo Xiaoshang debuted, he might have had an intersection with Long Bart.
It's a pity to know that it's one thing, but it's another to try to resolve the dark power of space. Although Fu Sheng's avatar swallowed the unfinished reincarnation of Long Bart, and the treasure ship altar swallowed Long Bart's temple, but there is not much information left by this of emptiness, and there is no inheritance.
"Whether it is left by Long Bart or not, I have to find a way to divert the dark energy of the digestive space. Now, it depends on whether my belly is big enough."
Luo Yang firmly grasped the magic flame to repair the Luo sword, and the sword body banged loudly, showing complex geometric lines. Immediately, these lines moved, falling from large to small to the bottomless abyss, and each small crystal of the sword body was carved.
Originally this "seal cutting" was a very thankless thing, but now it has become a life-saving straw.
Engraving the war pattern so "detailed" and deep into the micro interface can naturally increase the control of the weapon, but it is not very useful for combat. No matter how well you control, can you still embroider with swords?
Besides, both the magic sword on the outside and the sun sword on the inside are sword boxes for the Taichung sword. The Taichung sword is the bloodline-connected mortal paladin. It involves the source of the will to fight, even if the remaining material particles have to be recovered, so that his own vitality is complete.
Therefore, the magic flame Xiuluo sword is just a "sword sheath", there is no need to carve so carefully. Why can't you do this? You are forced to do nothing.
After the battle pattern penetrated into the micro level, the recovery speed of the sword body suddenly accelerated, which was an unexpected joy. And the absorption speed of dark energy has also reached its peak.
The two-meter high dark crystal pyramid disappeared without completing the "seal cutting", and sucked four more pyramids, which made it full.
Five minutes before and after, Luo Yang felt that he had become a craftsman, and carved out the part where the magic flame Xiuluo sword belonged to the magic sword.
"Hum, it's almost over, fart doesn't need to be topped, just delay it for a while! Come on, try to brand the Sun Sword! Originally you should use super energy to warm up, now change the forced branding war pattern to see how much space can be consumed Darkness. "
The methods are all forced out. With so many treasures in front of him, Luo Yang does not believe that he cannot pass on the crisis. Even if the sun sword repaired by the black book is discarded, as long as it can contain some of the dark space.
In fact, fortunately, Luo Yang swallowed the seal of Divine Lord with a war pattern. If it is replaced with other methods of use, the space will suddenly burst out, and its core is a terrible palm print that has been superimposed many times.
This is a means of lore, do not leave behind to sanction Mo Xiao kill! As a result, Luo Yang became a scapegoat, sitting here to dispel the sanctioning power of God's main level, and he could only cheer himself up, but he had no idea.
The Sun Excalibur, which was stored in the Magic Sword, sounded its sword and produced a strong rejection.
Luo Yang was happy in his heart and secretly said: "The Sun God's natal soldier is really powerful. Even if I have already won this sword, and it is equivalent to re-creating it again, there is still such a strong resistance. I must insist on it for a longer time."
It's a good idea, but unfortunately it's counterproductive. On average, the Xuantian battle pattern is engraved once every second against the sun sword. Who wants to increase the darkness of the space suddenly, the hegemony is so outrageous, and the speed of branding is accelerated by a hundred times.
"Nima, what about the daddy?" It took only three minutes or not even three minutes. The sun sword was covered with Xuantian war patterns. The sword body was wrapped in geometric lines, forcibly erasing the origin of the sun in the deep layer. Sentencing.
Just now, the space was insanely infused with war patterns, Luo Yang knew that it was going to be bad, so he chose the next target, refining the pot.
"You can hold on for a while, don't learn from the Sun Divine Sword ~ ​​EbookFREE.me ~ So quickly defeated, I have high expectations for you." Murmured in my heart, in fact, the palm has been printed first On the refining pot, the giant war pattern buzzed in the pot, and the lines on the whole body seemed to be boiling.
"No, I want to imprint the refining pot, how could it be transferred to the giant Warrior?" Luo Yang's eyes widened, and he found that the refining pot did not accept the war marking. This kind of non-acceptance is not the exclusion of the Sun Sword, you can solve it by printing a few more times, and it will be solved by nothing, but if there is a giant with a war pattern in the pot, it can accept the dark space, I am afraid that the body has been broken, and it is decided by the Divine Lord Beat into blood mist.
There is no way to inject dark energy into the giants of war print!
First break down the Xuantian battle pattern cracked in the front of the giant, and then use its own bones as a template to promote the growth of the battle pattern bones. From a micro perspective, carry out a huge project to make the battle pattern giant as strong as possible, and then fill the flesh and see. How much dark energy can be consumed.
Luo Yang was a little depressed. Each war sage could only condense a giant of war pattern. If he could condense indefinitely, then he would be so happy.
Thinking about it for a moment, he suddenly thought of a way, thinking: "Oh, just do it! Grandma's, people can't be held back by urine ..."
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