Chapter 112: The two worlds are the masters (final forty-first)

The pain of tens of thousands of people condensed on Mo Shang alone. This fact made everyone breathe. They suddenly let go of their ties and set their sights on Mo Shang.
The monks and mortals at the scene looked at Mo Shang, and those who were not here stared at this young body through the magic techniques established by the monks. The invisible mortals subconsciously stopped their sight and prayed silently.
They saw--every bone of the young body seemed to be trembling, and Mo Shang's face was like a gray and old sculpture, without any expression on it.
In an instant, Mo Shang's neck and exposed skin were densely red, and dark green scales rushed out, as if to make Mo Shang their beloved nest.
The scales spread so fast, it made people feel as if the neck was rubbed, and the hard scales pierced and drilled out of flesh and blood, and the whole body was in phantom pain for a while.
What's more terrifying is that they watched as a flash of icy blood flashed in one of Mo Shang's pupils. The vertical pupil looked down on them condescendingly, causing mortals to shout in horror: "Snake! Dragon!"
Those are undoubtedly the eyes of some monsters, and anyone who looks at them can't help being frightened and rejected. Mo Shang's body was "climbed" with dark green and red scales, and one arm had vaguely formed the prototype of a dragon claw, and he was suffering from pollution.
The suffering of thousands of people is just an appetizer, and the power of the two fierce beasts, Teng Snake and Ying Long, is trying to assimilate Mo Shang, the son of destiny, with the power of breaking the bamboo. This power was roaring in excitement, and it couldn't wait to create the next real beast.
And by then, the world of immortality will fall!
Two phantoms appeared behind Mo Shang. They were twisted and fierce, like a cloud of smoke, and wanted to penetrate any inch of Mo Shang's body at any time. As long as they find a flaw, they will not miss any chance to swallow and assimilate the existence of Mo Shang when Mo Shang's body shakes.
Everyone present was frightened, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably. Even mortals who were far away could not help but bow their heads in dizziness. The three "fierce beasts" are just the aftermath of the struggle, which makes ordinary people unbearable
Just when the shape of the dragon and the snake seemed to surpass Mo Shang's posture as a human, his face suddenly pulled up a small arc. In an instant, the phantom was suppressed, the form reversed, and the crimson vertical pupil gradually faded from Mo Shang's eye socket.
The densely packed scales were pressed down on the skin, leaving only the scattered scarlet scales firmly rooted at the neck.
"Huh—" the onlookers couldn't help but let out a big sigh of relief. They also wanted to watch it attentively, but found that they couldn't hear any sound this time.
The people inside blocked the enchantment and locked all the voices.
But at this moment, Bai Yue only heard the voices of Mo Shang and Ying Long talking.
Ying Long laughed again after a brief stupefaction: "You can't stop this transformation completely, you can only find a way to contain it. I would like to see, how long can you hold on? It seems that I am It’s time to celebrate the birth of a new companion in advance."
His voice made Bai Yue's heart tighten slightly.
Ying Long's voice continued, and his voice brought the power of bewitching and playfulness: "Why do you want to help those ants? Otherwise-you won't fall into this situation."
Bai Yue didn't hear Mo Shang's voice for a while, but fortunately, people outside the barrier could still confirm the appearance of the people inside the barrier, which made him temporarily and temporarily relieved.
Soon after, he heard a short sneer.
Mo Shang in the enchantment did not refute Ying Long. Instead, he turned to Bai Yue's direction slightly after the attack ended, saying word by word: "Do your own business."
Do my own thing?
Is he...speaking to me alone? Mo Shang's speed was so fast that Bai Yue almost thought it was an illusion.
After Mo Shang finished these words, Bai Yue somehow felt a kind of throbbing in his heart for no reason. He heard a misty voice coming from afar, and whispered to him.
Are you willing to... lend out your luck? That voice said so.
"Who to lend to?" Bai Yue heard his own heartbeat. He was extremely vigilant at this moment. At this juncture, he couldn't help but think about it. What's more, luck is not a cheap thing that can be borrowed and borrowed. A gem that can make all monks jealous and eager
Mo Shang. The voice continued.
It brought an indescribable rhythm, and finally made Bai Yue realize that the existence of this voice is also a kind of existence similar to the Heavenly Way of the Cultivation Realm.
...Yes, is the devil's damaged heavenly way?
His reply made Bai Yue's whole body shake. He quickly remembered what he had just said. It was because of his acknowledgment of Mo Shang...that's why he said that he could borrow luck?
Master said that his luck is very high, and after taking over the position of Sect Master Lingxian, his luck will rise to a very high level. Now, his luck is rooted in Lingxianzong, and Lingxianzong, the number one sect of the right way, is connected to the future of the realm of cultivation.
Do you want to pick it up? Having lent his luck, how could he become the Sect Master Lingxian?
This worry flashed in Bai Yue's mind for a moment, but the next second he squeezed his hand, the blood from the torn wound stained the bandage red, and Bai Yue almost thought that his bone was about to be broken. .
But this also made Bai Yue's mind sober again. He looked up at the embarrassed villagers and his companions, and then at Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling, who were fighting desperately against Yinglong in the enchantment.
Bai Yue said: "I agree...to lend it out."
When Bai Yue said this sentence, he realized that it was easier than he thought. After losing his luck, is he not qualified to stay in the position of Sect Master Lingxian? Not! Bai Yue doesn't think that luck is everything. Even if he loses the position of Sect Master, he will take it back sooner or later.
He didn't rely on a huge vase with high luck... At this moment, he just wanted to watch the immortal world return to peace.
Baiyue's voice fell and everything became a fixed number. He felt the feeling of being deprived of something on his body, but he smiled relievedly.
He remembered Mo Shang's words: "Do your own thing." At this moment, Bai Yue looked at the mess in front of him again, clarifying what he should do.
He needs to rectify this scattered world of cultivation!
Then Bai Yue turned around and stared at the elders who were in high positions but resembling worms with a cold and stern gaze, and said loudly and loudly: "All these worms, imprison them, and deal with them separately later."
An elder sneered: "Detain us? Little Sect Master, where are you qualified? We haven't done anything to be sorry for the immortal world."
He made up his mind and felt that Bai Yue couldn't help them. Even the tone of addressing Baiyue is a joking "little lord", that is, the sneer on the face of Baiyue, Baiyue is a kid with no hair.
"Survey your duties and fulfill your responsibilities in your place, you are in a high position, but what do you do that is worthy of the immortal world? Elder Lin taught me that I must first stabilize my position... But now, why should I bear it? !"
Elder Lin, who was working next to the old Sect Master, stroked the hand of the long white beard and looked in the direction of Bai Yue.
He nodded silently. The old sect master followed the doctrine of the mean, and he thought that Bai Yue, who was taught by the old sect master, also upheld this attitude.
But now it seems that Bai Yue's gentleness hides a sharp heart.
Young man! However, such a posture should be the most suitable method of dealing with things now, to cut all the moths away, starting with these few moths who have been in high positions and have been entrenched in Ling Xianzong for a long time!
Seeing Bai Yue's attitude, the elders immediately tore their faces: "Little Sect Master, what can you do to catch us? Just rely on these... crooked melons?"
Isn't it crooked? Which young monk was not injured?
"Just rely on my crooked melon!" Just now, Bai Yue was shaken by the betrayal, but now, his transformation has been clearly seen by these elders.
The moment Bai Yue raised the sword, these elders were shocked to discover that his strength had made a huge breakthrough with the change of his character. He can even use the spiritual power bestowed by the old master...
At this time, the elders discovered that Bai Yue was not a kid who could be crushed by them at will—their perception was obviously late, and the elders were firmly caught by the invisible bondage, and they sat down. The ground is slaughtered.
"Are you satisfied with this answer?" Bai Yue took the sword, the killing intent in his eyes slightly closed. He ignored these elders who especially wanted to argue, and turned to look at the people beside him.
"People who are able to move and have minor injuries please help those who have been seriously injured, and always pay attention to prevent the resurgence of the living dead, and immediately burn the suspected bodies with fire. And the people with me, think of a way, Take out the last living dead and kill him."
Bai Yue's tone is flat, but it feels like a very deep force.
However, the people in Wuluo Village are really "not in the same breath" with these monks, and some people screamed, "Why should we listen to you?"
As a result, the man hadn't finished speaking the bullshit, he was kicked to the waist by a young man who was rushing over, and smashed face to the ground.
The young man scolded, "Fool, you don't listen to them, we Shuangki Village listen to him, what kind of bean sprouts are you?"
He lifted his foot, kicked the fallen man again, and said with a smile to Bai Yue: "I am from Shuangki Village next door. We know that Immortal Chang saved us and came here to help. Here, they also want to come. Helper."
When the young man pointed behind his head, he slowly came to some old men and old women, and there were many more sweaty adults. They all showed white teeth and smiled heartily when they heard the introduction of the young man.
"Is going to pull the thing out and burn it to death, right?" After getting the affirmative answer, the young man, He Leyou, made a nuisance, "Would you like to use the fool from Wuluo Village as bait?"
Bai Yue smiled at He Leyou, and the pressure accumulated all the time dissipated a lot in his few words.
He Leyou coughed and coughed after receiving Bai Yue's gaze, touched his head, and said embarrassingly: "I'm kidding..."
Bai Yue nodded, and focused his gaze on Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling again, hoping... his luck can help you a little bit.
Leave it to you.
He Leyou glanced at the side of the silent enchantment, and his smile narrowed a little—Come on, immortal long of unknown surname...
We do our best, and the rest is up to you.
As if they were in a tacit understanding, they couldn't hear the voices of the people in the enchantment. They didn't know the victory of this battle, but the people present all cast their attention.
They were almost at the same time, withdrawing all the painful and fearful gazes, staring with a silent gaze, as if in this way, they became the pillar of the fighting person.
Before deciding the outcome, they need to do what they can. The rest... leave it to them
The barrier was faltering, but Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling were still distracted to maintain its existence.
The entire palm of Ying Long's right hand was completely missing. This was given by Lu Zhiling. When his weapon was blocked by the tail behind Ying Long, he decisively bit one of Ying Long's finger with his teeth.
After the first attempt was successful, Lu Zhiling seemed to be addicted. He used his body as a weapon again and again, breaking Ying Long's entire palm!
But because of this, Lu Zhiling paid the price-he was undoubtedly the one with the most severe injuries. All his limbs were broken by Yinglong once, and the new bones were reconnected by pulling the flesh and bones through the forcible remodeling of the elixir. It looked like it was not injured.
But if you look closely, you can still see the uncoordinated and curved feeling of the limbs.
But even so, Lu Zhiling's gaze still followed Ying Long as if he was locked in a prey, and the corners of his mouth were raised high, drawing a somewhat exaggerated, bloodthirsty smiling face. He looked like a beast running out of nowhere, which would arouse everyone's suspicion and fear.
"Knowing that I can't beat me, why come here to die?"
Ying Long is not afraid of Lu Zhiling's smile, and also shows a smile similar to his: "Why didn't I know that my apprentice is such a person who cares about the world?
It is even more strange to say that it is for you to be a fellow apprentice—you are not a person who will show mercy to your relatives, but a beast. Well, I'm more curious about the reason you did this. Let's listen? "
Lu Zhiling didn't answer Ying Long, but smiled again. This laugh was different from the previous laugh, but Ying Long did not grasp the cause of this strange feeling in the aura and flint.
When Lu Zhiling's sword was gone, Mo Shang threw a sword at him.
Lu Ya was the only person who did not listen to Bai Yue's call. He only had a pair of black eyes firmly grasping the figure of his lord, and he used his left light to search for the weak points of the barrier at any time.
He knew that the battle could not be so stalemate, the physical strength of Mo Shang and the Lord was being weakened, and Ying Long... his recovery speed was faster than any monk!
Lu Ya thought, he is a qualified blade, he can sacrifice for the Lord at any time-this is the reason why the Lord finally chose him? He is going to die for the Lord.
But time is too late for people to react, and the opportunity for one party to lose comes too soon! Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling had scruples and had been distracted in maintaining the barrier, which gave Ying Long a chance.
The living dead who was staying in the enchantment suddenly pulled out a sharp tooth in his mouth, and this behavior made it tremble all over, as if it was weakened in an instant. But it had a big grin and a mouth, but it showed a tragic smile.
At the critical juncture when Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling were fighting Ying Long, the living dead raised their unique fangs and rushed toward the barrier!
Just at this moment, the flame giant sword in Ying Long’s hand started from the hilt and collapsed layer by layer. It lost the form of the sword, but it had the same form as Ying Long’s real body. This flame dragon shape opened its mouth wide, the same. The arrow from the string flew towards the direction of Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling.
It is like a rampant rain of fire, if it is changed, it will lock the two people in the enchantment as usual. But now, if Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling evade a penny, it will also break through the barrier that was partially destroyed by the living dead from the inside, bringing the fiery flames to ordinary people!
The strand of Ying Long was only a burning scar at the level of Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling, but it was not like that for ordinary people.
Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling were jealous, but Ying Long was unscrupulous, and directly targeted ordinary people. Ying Long is telling them-he wants to see if you really have the world in your heart, and if you are really compassionate!
If you take it, the mortal will be unscathed. If you don't care about the attack or the enchantment, then let these many mortals be buried!
Ying Long didn't believe that Lu Zhiling had this kind of self-sacrificing spirit, but he was surprised to find that Lu Zhiling's first reaction was to mend the barrier.
This is really... Ying Long thought blankly, then goodbye, my "kind and soft-hearted" apprentice
In an instant, the flame dragon turned its direction and headed towards Lu Zhiling, who was maintaining the enchantment. Ying Long made them think that his trick was to destroy the barrier. Unfortunately, his real goal was to get rid of one of the two!
The "Ying Long" standing on the spot disappeared, and the real him had long since become the original form, the "attack" brought by the so-called flame giant!
He appeared from Lu Zhiling's side, and the blazing sparks beside him floated up to Lu Zhiling's body sporadically, and he regrouped into a huge flame sword at an extremely close distance, and pierced the location below Lu Zhiling's heart with a snort.
Ying Long seemed to be embracing, looking at Lu Zhiling's eyes that had lost focus due to pain at a close distance, and he broke this one, and the other one was obviously a handy target.
He whispered to Lu Zhiling, in a violent tone: "Look, the ones you cultivate are useless to me."
Outside the enchantment, Lu Ya let out a howl like a wolf. He lifted the sword and wanted to force in. What if the enchantment was broken, what if all the mortals were dead? ! Mo Shang, why did you let the Lord fall into such a situation! Mo Shang!
"No...?" A lot of blood spilled from the corner of Lu Zhiling's mouth, his mouth moved slightly as if to say something. Ying Long didn't want to give him any chance to break free, just about to make up for the last time.
But in an instant, not only did Mo Shang fail to stop Ying Long's actions, but instead transferred the power of the thousands of individuals he had borne to Lu Zhiling!
Ying Long was in a daze for a moment. He didn't expect that the person chosen by the Heavenly Way of Cultivation World was such an unscrupulous person! Hahaha... Not only did he not lend a helping hand to his companions, but instead fell into the rock, he wanted to drain all his remaining value before Lu Zhiling died, and threw the pain he had absorbed on Lu Zhiling
Scales grew from Lu Zhiling's body, even from the wound that was penetrated. He didn't hum. He seemed to have lost all his ability to move. Like a lifeless doll, he collapsed softly on the one that penetrated his body. On the sword.
"Mo Shang! You must not...!!!"
Lu Ya's pupils were completely congested, and he let out a heart-piercing scream. And the surrounding monks and mortals don’t know what they can’t do. Looking at this ridiculous picture, they don’t know whether they should fear Yinglong, who is close at hand, or fear... They once regarded it as hope, but before their eyes Mo Shang who is a killer to his companions!
The crowd became a mess, Bai Yue opened his mouth, and his bloodless face showed a blank look.
Did they believe the wrong person...?
Ying Long's actions stopped, but his mind did not stop moving. He thought a lot in a short period of time, and Mo Shang thought that by doing so, he would leave him a big burden, but he did not expect that his attack did not completely hit Lu Zhiling’s sea of ​​consciousness, making him dangerous and dangerous. Hid in it.
Then, Lu Zhiling who has not "dead" will become a heavier package for Mo Shangxin who has betrayed him. The Son of Destiny recognized by the Cultivation Realm is the leader who underestimated the Demon Dao, and his contempt will lead to all the losses!
However, when Ying Long thought so, Lu Zhiling opened his eyes. He looked like a snake like a dragon at the moment, and his pair of vertical pupils gave people natural fear, but Ying Long was stunned to find that there was a trace of clarity in his eyes. .
But Lu Zhiling, who was so sober like this, had no intention of fleeing his wounds for the first time. Instead, he directly held the flame's giant sword, which is part of Ying Long's existence, and he slammed the giant sword towards... !
As if he had committed suicide, he took the initiative to let the flame giant sword penetrate his sea of ​​consciousness, and through this method of sacrificing himself, Lu Zhiling "hug" Ying Long's body at close range. If you don’t know it, it’s probably like a very close hug, a long-awaited reunion between friends or masters and disciples.
But the giant sword pierced through the body, let this "hug" envelop the smell of death!
The only remaining clear sight in Lu Zhiling's eyes is about to die when he sees it. He moved his lips, and under his force, he only uttered a few scattered words: "No... yes..."
Ying Long didn't feel the slightest joy. When he penetrated through Lu Zhiling's knowledge of the sea, he finally discovered what he had overlooked.
"The realm of cultivating immortals actually recognized you?!" He felt that Heavenly Dao completely let go of his authority, allowing Mo Shang to truly become the "master" of the realm of cultivating immortals, but why?
How could the Son of Destiny who killed the leader of the Demon Dao be recognized by the Demon Dao side? !
This time, it was really beyond Ying Long's expectation. Manic and anxious emotions appeared on his handsome face. He felt that things were out of control for the first time, and at the same time keenly sensed that something was wrong.
He has a keen sense, but it is still too late. Mo Shang has completely pulled Ying Long into a misunderstanding step by step, how can he allow this opportunity to slip away in vain?
Mo Shang raised a smile, gentle and without any strength. At the moment when Lu Zhiling gave up his life to hold down Ying Long, his sword willow branches waved so softly and silently, looking soft, it seemed that there was no strength at all.
The power of the Heavenly Dao of Cultivation World poured into the sword that Mo Shang had been carrying around. The sword body buzzed, and traces of vertical and horizontal cracks appeared vaguely, as if he could not bear the pressure at any time.
Ying Long realized the cause and effect in an instant. He thought he had led Mo Shang and the others into a misunderstanding, but he had never expected that his apprentice would sacrifice himself as a bait. Heavenly Dao even deliberately delayed his perception. This multi-party cooperation Everything... is to drag him down the abyss!
But how did they get his apprentice to agree to such a life-for-life method? This is what Ying Long is puzzled by.
This sword still penetrated into Yinglong’s chest as he wished. What made Yinglong’s face drastically changed with this sword was not its power, but the source of this unremarkable sword move
This is... the sword move taught by Ying Long to Lu Zhiling, the most common entry-level move.
Mo Shang chuckled softly and said to Ying Long what Lu Zhiling hadn't finished saying: "This is not useless work, Master."
When he read the words of Master, Mo Shang's end sounded upwards, and a smile that belonged to Lu Zhiling appeared on his face, and his voice matched that of Lu Zhiling for an instant.
Ying Long's pupils contracted in an instant, and finally understood the things he didn't understand
Why would Lu Zhiling sacrifice himself at all? Because Mo Shang is Lu Zhiling, they are the same person from the beginning!
The technique of dividing souls, the technique of dividing souls...hahahahaha!
Ying Long spit out a mouthful of blood, his lungs were shattered, and the flame giantsword disappeared due to the de-strength. Lu Zhiling, who had lost his "clockwork", also slipped down. His black hair was scattered, and his scales had disappeared quickly. , A lot of wounds.
Lu Ya, who broke through the barrier from the outside, caught Lu Zhiling in one go, but found in horror that the Lord seemed to have no breath. His eyes were cracked and his voice was hoarse: "Mo Shang, you must not...!"
Lu Ya couldn't suppress his hatred, his hands trembled and pressed Lu Zhiling's pulse, his eyes were almost hollow, and his body spread a little bit of despair, like a doll.
But he still has more emotion than the doll, so he won't let him immediately follow him-he hates, he hates all the living people!
Did they make up their minds at the beginning to let the Lord die? ! Either Mo Shang or Bai Yue... They lied to the Lord!
Leaning on, the seriously injured Ying Long looked at Lu Ya's expression of mourning more than his heart, and he held on to the wall to laugh intermittently, "Hahahaha...Is it possible that no one in the world of immortality can think of it?"
"Their leader of the devil and the Son of Destiny... are the same person!"
"My good apprentice, you really fooled the whole world of cultivation! How ridiculous, I became the fool who was fooled! This is really a big joke!"
Isn't the two intimate? They are just one person, naturally close!
The corners of Ying Long's lips were full of blood, and his breath was constantly weakening, which was the end of the force.
But that's it, Ying Long was still laughing, laughing louder and louder, his voice getting lower and lower, and there was a trace of sadness.
But no one had time to pay attention to Ying Long, they were hit by this huge thunder, and they trembled to the point of dispersing their souls!
what did he say? What does this fierce beast say? !
what did he say? Lu Ya hollowed his head down and helped Lu Zhiling's body. He tried to wipe off all the blood stains on Lu Zhiling's body, tearing his black coat into pieces.
He didn't understand what Ying Long said too much, but thought that this was a struggle before his death, which also caused more malice and hatred to rise in Lu Ya's heart. How can he dare to say that the Lord and the betrayer are one person? !
That traitor should have been cut through a thousand swords, not even a trace can compare to the Lord! He will send his head to the Lord...No, the Lord is not dead, he will wake up when he rests.
Lu Ya thought vaguely, but was horrified to find that the Lord’s body was turning into tiny dots of light from foot to head. He tried his best to capture with spiritual power, but he couldn’t... .
They flew in one direction uninterruptedly - Lu Ya raised his head and saw the light spots transformed into the Lord's body, which happened to be integrated into the traitor Mo Shang.
How can he dare to compare the betrayer who has been slashed by a thousand swords with the Lord? ! Lu Ya had been thinking this way for a second, but the next second, he watched the Lord's body turn into a dangling phantom figure, and Mo Shang merged into one!
No... Lu Ya rarely thinks wildly. His appearance is as taciturn as his heart, but at this moment, his heart is like an overturned paint tray, filled with countless "babbles" of unknown meaning.
The lord is Mo Shang... No, what kind of blindfold Mo Shang used to fascinate my eyes or he killed the lord a long time ago and replaced him without being discovered by me. No, this is impossible, how can I not tell the truth? False, so he still used some ecstasy...
Lu Ya: "..."
Lu Ya: "..."
The taciturn subordinate of Demon Xiu next to him was so shocked that his eyes fell, and Lu Ya dragged him over.
The subordinate of Moxiu looked at Lu Ya with a sullen face, but what he said was like a monk reciting scriptures repeatedly: "You tell me what I saw is a false lord, it cannot be Moshang, Moshang must have used something. Obscurely, what you see is that Mo Shang is not the Lord, right..."
The subordinates of Mo Xiu were not so surprised at the fact that Mo Shang was Lu Zhiling, because... he saw a more terrifying scene.
Master Lu Ya? you? ? ?
Lu Ya repeated expressionlessly, his eyes gradually losing focus, he even went to pick his wounds, trying to prove that he was dreaming with pain.
None of this is true.
Mo Shang gave Lu Ya the final blow at this moment. He raised a familiar smile and said relaxedly, "Lu Ya, I'm fine, don't worry."
Lu Ya: "..."
It doesn't seem to be a dream, what should I do, am I saying that I can't afford to die, I want to kill him? I have always expressed my dislike of Mo Shang in front of the Lord, then I, I, I...
The subordinate of Mo Xiu fell down when he saw Lu Ya's boom, screaming, "What's wrong with you?!"
Lu Ya was completely dizzy and neat, and his hands were still obediently pressed against his chest. His pale and pale face seemed to be a protagonist at the funeral who was about to enter the coffin.
He is dizzy, so he doesn't need to face this tragic reality for the time being.
"what--!"
Suddenly there was a scream, and the birds were all flying away in groups. I don't know who made the first call, which caused a large amount of catering.
Hastily! Only by screaming can they believe that this world is still the real world? !
Moxiu is the loudest scream, which is evident by howling ghosts and wolves. Lin Xuan, the demon cultivator subordinate who greeted Mo Shang by mistake back to Xuanwu Sect, smiled nervously, "Is this a correct person..."
It's not just a mistake, what the mother greeted back was the Lord's vest! !
How could such a thing happen? Is it the trick? !
Bai Yue's body swayed, he almost didn't shove with Lu Ya, but his eyes were empty, and he didn't know why his hand always seemed to be placed in front of his mouth-in shock, he was that The first person to scream!
Fortunately, this black pot seems to be able to cover Mo Xiu's head. Bai Yue glanced at a demon cultivator beside him in a daze, and then fixed his gaze on the several elders who were caught.
Let's choose them as scapegoats... The magic repair side, I don't dare.
Bai Yue finally knew why when he was unconvinced with Mo Shang, why did his master show a strange expression like constipation.
This is a foresight, the apprentice is coming!
He vomited with only one breath left, and the words slipped out along his mouth: "It is indeed... No. 1 in the world, fuck." Niubi.
Xiao Xuanqing grasped Lu Zhoubai's tightly. He originally wanted to protect Lu Zhoubai, a little silly friend, but he didn't think he was the one who was taken to fly. After the shocking equation of Mo Shang equals Lu Zhiling came out, Xiao Xuanqing trembled his scalp, and he didn't know how to react. He saw Lu Zhoubai beside him still so happy.
He couldn't help asking: "Your little friend Lu Zhiling and the big friend of Moshang are the same person. Are you not surprised at all?"
Lu Zhoubai shook his head and pointed at Mo Shang. The remaining finger, Xiao Xuan, slightly guessed and pointed at Lu Zhiling: "Good guy, good guy."
Xiao Xuanqing actually understood Lu Zhoubai's meaning. The little fool was afraid that he was the first to discover the truth. Hell, he had always reminded himself!
Mo Shang is a good man, Lu Zhiling is a good man! Lu Zhoubai didn't have a good impression of Lu Zhiling, but used a good person to call this specific person-what he kept saying was that Mo Shang and Lu Zhiling were both "good people", they were the same person! !
Xiao Xuanqing approached Lu Zhoubai. He couldn't help crying when he thought of his heroic posture just now: "Brother, take me."
I'm the number one idiot in the world, so I don't have the chance to know this news in advance. Fortunately, the whole world of immortality accompanies me to be an idiot.
It turned out to be a bit touched.
"I'm dizzy, I'm dizzy again..." A righteous cultivator murmured, "Hurry up and find someone to support his eyelids. There is no one on the magic road. We must not lose face."
"Why is he dizzy?" a monk asked in a low voice.
"Just... he offended Lu Zhiling and saved Mo Shang's face. Adding up the two overlaps, he was overwhelmed."
Monk: "..." I really want to faint, mother, why is there such a thing. The Son of Destiny and the leader of the Demon Dao are alone, this is a world composed of scripts, right? !
Zhu Sheng felt a little dizzy, but with the sword praised by Li Keqing, he felt that he could still withstand such an impact. Just... But if he knows another thing, he doesn't know if he can get up.
But for the time being, he can still get a little buffer.
"The winner, the loser, I lost."
The reaction of everyone in the world of Xiuxian was to make Ying Long watch a good show. After a while, the scales on his body fell to the ground rustlingly. The dragon without scales also means that it is difficult for him to do anything.
Ying Long's vertical pupils were not as bright as before, and somewhat dimmed a lot. The power of the Heavenly Dao pervading the wound in his chest was constantly engulfing his strength and life.
But even before he died, he still seemed undaunted, leaning there topless, still feeling reckless.
However, Mo Shang and Luo Zhifeng looked at Ying Long, who did not appear to be abnormal. In the original plot, Ying Long went crazy at the end and was totally unreliable.
What factors caused the result of the original plot?
the other side.
The living dead weren't caught by the monks in the first place, but the mortal who was most despised by it. It was the mother of its original owner who burned it to death.
The mother stepped on several pairs of straw sandals, and the soles of her feet were covered with blisters. She came here all the way and saw the living dead occupying her girl's body.
When the mother of the original owner of the body wanted to set the fire and the living dead were firmly besieged, the living dead squeezed out two tears and begged her: "Mother, I am your child—"
But in the next second, its body was cut off by a sickle, and the mother lit the fire with a bang.
The mother coldly looked at the crying begging for mercy