Alien Healer

"Xiao Mo, what are you going to do?" Obsi saw He Mo's familiar sneer, and knew that this matter was absolutely endless. The last time Xiao Mo showed this expression, it was very long ago, but he still remembers the offending kid at the time. How miserable is the ending of Mo's sect.

"Kill all the world insects, I want to let their purpose fall." This world is calculated by the cultivation world with great effort, so it pays so much attention to it. Mystery. If this is the case, then the cultivation world cannot get the energy of this world, and how many years it can survive, how much time can the people of the cultivation world have to calculate the position of the next different time and space, what the world insects need to open the two time and space Time is not short.

"Okay!" Obsidian agreed decisively. Now that Xiao Mo had decided, he unconditionally agreed. The old boy dared to lie to him. If he couldn't return to the realm of cultivation now, he had to take care of that Lin Zhen.

"Take out my body from the realm of cultivation." He Mo said coldly. Even if he tried to damage his consciousness this time, he had to kill the world insects completely, even if he destroyed his original body, he would not hesitate to destroy his original body. .

Obsidian was puzzled, what did this revenge do with this, but he took out He Mo's body according to the words, and was a little curious about Xiao Mo's next plan.

The cold and indifferent face was familiar and unfamiliar, his body closed his eyes tightly, as if he was just asleep, when he took it out, it seemed that the entire space had cooled down, and the icy breath of the top of a snow-capped mountain seemed to remain between the clothes.

He Mo learned a puppet method layer by layer in his early years, but there are two difficulties in performing this puppet technique. One is that the requirements for puppets are too high, and they must go through thunder catastrophe. The physical strength is comparable to the original infant stage, but the minimum requirements for puppets. The second is that the puppet art must separate a divine sense, which is very important to the cultivator. Once it is lost, it will take a hundred years of cultivation to repair it.

He Mo used to be the power of the **** transformation stage. He only learned the puppet technique because it was fun. In fact, for him in the cultivation world at that time, the effect was very tasteless, but now it is different.

Enduring the pain of separation of divine consciousness, drop after drop of cold sweat rolled on He Mo's forehead, which made him feel extremely painful. If the divine consciousness disappeared with the body, He Mo would have to spend at least two. It took a hundred years to recover. After all, he was no longer a cultivator, and it took longer. I don't know how long it took. Finally, He Mo successfully separated a touch of divine consciousness and attached it to his original body.

When this body opened his eyes, He Mo met his eyes and said, "Your name is Miewang." Destroy all the hopes of the cultivation world, the world that lingers by plundering other time and space energy, is There is no hope.

The body in the transformation stage is enough to destroy all world insects. There is no need for world insects in this world...

"Go, get rid of all the world insects, one will not remain." He Mo's face was too pale, and the separation of part of the spiritual sense consumed all of his power, but the determination to destroy the world insects would not change, He Mo was straightforward. Looking at the puppet's eyes, there was a little light.

"Yes." Mie Wang nodded, and there was energy flowing between his breath, and the flamboyant clothes turned his fingertips, and he was already flying high in the sky.

In the depths of the universe, the rules that had been silent for a long time were ready to move again. It felt a somewhat familiar but more unfamiliar energy. This energy was so powerful that it had surpassed the limits of this world and must be destroyed.

The figure watching Miewang gradually left only a small black spot, and He Mo couldn't hold back his fatigue and fell into a chair.

He stared at the smooth ground in a daze, thinking of the little things in the realm of cultivation, the way the spirit beasts were begging for food, the appearance of the doormen practicing swords on the top of the mountain, and the former friend of the realm of cultivation, Canglan Jun.

The two met at the end of the day, and it has been four hundred and sixty years so far. The aptitude of Canglan Jun is even better than him. When he was saved from the divine calamity, he was one step short of becoming an immortal, but I don’t know why. , Has not been promoted to the immortal for a long time, obviously he has that strength a long time ago.

The soaring Thunder Tribulation was dangerous to Jun Canglan's strength at that time, but it was very likely to pass through smoothly, but he always suppressed his cultivation base and refused to take that step.

I only remember that when he was drinking in the bamboo forest that year, he asked Mr. Canglan this question. Mr. Canglan laughed but said that the time had not come. He was very puzzled at that time. The final outcome of the cultivator was not. In order to become immortal, why did Mr. Canglan say that the fate has not arrived yet, but he is not the one to ask the roots, he only remembers that Mr. Canglan's interest in drinking afterwards seems to have faded a lot, and there is a lot of unclear sorrow between his eyebrows. He also laughed at him for pretending to be sad.

I only hope that Canglan Jun can wait for his fate as soon as possible and stop wandering in the realm of comprehension that is about to decay now. He sighed, and He Mo closed his eyes.

A few days later, the bizarre war called the immortal coming to the world by later generations entered the annals of history after the demise of the world insects.

According to records, some immortals came from the east with purple air on their feet, and their posture was misty. The zerg was wiped out in silence while waving their hands. It was a sigh that the immortals were so powerful that they were still bombarded by nine purple thunders on the edge of the universe.