Super Theological Academy to Conquer the World

"Boom!"

The weather of the vortex island is really strange and changeable, the central wind and thunder rolls, and the clouds are stacked, which seems to suppress three points.

The closer to here, Chu Mo could feel a strong pulse.

"Chongtianjia!" Chu Mo stood on his heels and looked up, looking at the stone pillar leading to the sky, among the cracks in the stone pillar, the red light was uncontrollably released.

That is the weapons of the second and fourth generations of Quebec, which have been used for thousands of years without destruction, and still have such a powerful force.

"This is the rumored skyrocketing, originally on the battlefield that killed the fourth generation of the quintessence, did not find it, and always thought it was destroyed."

Jingxin frowned slightly, looked up at the huge weapon, her pulse frequency in her body was accelerating and vibrating as she approached it.

Chu Mo took a deep breath, stepped closer to the sky, stepped his palm against the stone pillar, and the eight Daomai portals vibrated immediately. The eight blood-colored rhomboid portals appeared very much!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, as if the sky was falling apart, the sky shook violently, and there were continuous stones falling from the stone pillars, and the clouds were rolling!

The material of the sky is Wenyao, which is smelted from countless high-grade Wenyao. The pulse frequency generated by it can even resonate with heaven and earth, otherwise it will not be able to open the realm of Ququ and send the twelve demon to the vortex island.

"What are you doing!" Jingxin fell to the ground, centered on Chu Mo, a terrifying gust of wind rose, and the sand was frantic, and she could not open her eyes.

"Wake it up." Chu Mo's answer is very simple, but the sky has always been used only by Quebec.

Must have a pulse energy enough to resonate with a piece of heaven and earth, so that it can see the sky and sun again!

"Om!"

Chu Mo's pulse gate was slowly shaking, he was looking for the pulse frequency of the sky, trying to cater, this process was slow and time-consuming.

"Hmm ~" Chu Mo frowned, and under his perception, a figure was approaching the heart of the mirror quickly under the cover of wind and sand.

"When I really would choose, I can't pull away now." Chu Mo raised his eyebrows, and the other party seemed to know Chongtianji very well.

"Follow me." The dark shadow appeared, looking very young, with short white hair and a cold face. It should be only fourteen or five years old, and there was a conspicuous flame deity pattern hanging around his waist.

"Tianjin? Is he?" Chu Mo frowned and recognized the boy.

During the fourth generation of the Quba, the original **** of the mirror system, called Folded Wings, lost Wen Yao.

Later encountered the fourth-generation quibble and lost. After mocking him, Mi Lin threw a seizure of the flame **** Tianwen Yao to him so that he could return to heaven.

Folding wings are grateful. In order to protect the whereabouts of the beast, he will lose his memory after serving the "Wan Wang Wan" that is around every god, and try to stay away from the leader.

This teenager. It should be the descendant Protoss of the Wings, and the old residence.

"Who are you?" Jingxin froze for a moment, and told the white-haired boy to ignore her and took her hand and ran out.

"You don't have to control, hurry and go, he can't pull away now." The white-haired teenager returned coldly, still pulling his heart without looking back.

"No, the light is still in his hands, that is the only weapon to defeat the leader." Jing Xin shook his head and pulled the white-haired boy.

"It's useless. The gap between us and his strength is too great." The white-haired boy sighed, his pulse slammed, and a red pulse hit Chu Mo when he raised his hand.

This pulse is quite strange, with the hot high temperature, it should be the pulse of the main **** of the Celestial Flame Department.

"Om!"

The eight Daomaimen shocked, and the black and red shadow suddenly rose like a water curtain, blocking the pulse.

Chu Mo closed his eyes slightly, placed one hand on the stone pillar, the dazzling red light was even worse, the stone piece accelerated to fall, and a corner of the sky was exposed.

"Go! He's about to succeed." The white-haired teenager stared in both eyes, ignoring the opposition of the mirror heart, and took her hand and ran away quickly.

"Why do you have the flames of the flame gods? Are you a protoss?" Jing Xin asked, this series of things still makes her dizzy.

"Half of it, it's already far enough, and I'll take you back to God Realm here." The white-haired boy's answer is very simple, the six channels of the pulse gate opened, and it began to resonate with the flame of the gods of the waist.

"The **** god pattern shines, enough to help the heaven realm locate here, open the tune realm to send you back."

"So what do you do?" Jing Xin asked.

"I help you stop him, he is more terrible than Quebec." The white-haired boy said lightly, and began to paint on the surrounding stone walls.

"What is this?" Jing Xin took a deep breath, and did not refuse the help of the white-haired boy and returned to heaven to move the rescuers. This is the most effective way at present.

Chu Mo is Wang Wenyao of the realm of the earth. Naturally, the realm of the earth does not face each other with swords and soldiers, and the twelve monsters also have the possibility of being subdued by Chu Mo.

"Pulse array, the little tricks learned in the territories, may be useful later." The white-haired boy finished speaking and continued to describe.

"Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!"

In the center of the vortex island, the world changes color, and the thickness of the bowl is thunderously slashing towards the earth!

Chongtianjia has been inserted in the center of the vortex island, and the pulse frequency it releases makes the island calm and calm.

Now, the cupola is pulled up, seeing the sun again, and losing its maintenance, the climate of the entire vortex island and the surrounding tune will be greatly changed!

"Wow!"

It was raining. Bean-sized raindrops dripped on Chu Mo's cheeks. The corner of his mouth rose slightly, and he held the handle of a weapon.

Cylindrical black with a spiral shape in the center, with less obvious inscriptions on it.

"Chongtianjie?" Chu Mo's eyes narrowed, which was much stronger than the original Cookin. The shock of the Eight Daomen, Wang Wenyao, and the sky, resonated at the same time!

Chu Mo pointed his hand forward toward the sky, and a powerful pulse of blood swept across like a beam of light, smashing a small mountain packet.

"It's just busy, it's time to deal with trivial matters." Chu Mo smiled slightly, his eyes turned into red electronic eyes, he secretly placed on the mirror heart, and installed a nano tracker.

As long as the other party is still on the Vortex Island, he can easily find it. The overlooking map of the entire Vortex Island appears in his eyes, and a red dot keeps blinking.

"Running pretty fast."

Chu Mo's toes were a little toe, and six **** flame-like feathers immediately rose behind him, skimming in the direction of the red dot flashing!

"Come!" The white-haired teenager who was depicting the pulse array suddenly looked up and looked at the thundering sky.

"What's coming?" Mirror asked puzzled, looking down at the white-haired boy's gaze, but saw nothing.

"The enemy."

The young man with white hair spit out two words, and the stripe under the feet suddenly lighted up.

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(End of this chapter)