The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

When the three people of Qin and Mo were once again on the ground, they were in the place where Lin Zikai used to trap the Qin Moshi room. Looking at the pool of open positive lotus, Qin Mo suddenly has a feeling like a world.

In the space, the aura filled his surroundings, and the spiritual power in the body also had a feeling of boiling. He gently moved his palm, and Qin Mo felt that he had to break through.

I glanced at Lin Zikai and Wen Qing, and I saw a burst of aura around the naked eye.

Feeling the sight of Qin Mo, Lin Zixiao smiled, apparently guessed the Qin Mo mind, not much to say, a cold sigh in the direction of Wen Qing, a light appeared from him, will directly bind Wen Qing, even pull Wen Qing left here.

Wen Qing only had time to nod to Qin Mo, and he was helplessly pulled out by Lin Zikai.

Seeing that Lin Zizhen treated Wen Qing so rudely, Qin Mo's lips moved, but he did not say anything. Since the first meeting, Lin Zikai seems to have shown great dissatisfaction with Wen Qing. As time goes by, this feeling is very good.

No longer think about anything, Qin ink plate sits on the stone bed and closes his eyes to cultivate.

When Qin Mo opened his eyes again, it was already a few months later.

At this time, Qin Mo’s strength rose directly from the early period of the spiritual silence to the late period of the spiritual silence. He has reached the nine-layer cultivation of the spiritual silence period, and he has quite a sense of rapid development.

However, it is very reasonable to think about it carefully. During the dark tomb, Qin Mo experienced many battles between life and death. At that time, he was promoted to be an advanced step. However, because there is no aura in the spiritual realm, he has been suppressed for a long time, until he returns to the devil world at this moment, only to flourish, the so-called thick accumulation and thin hair is this truth.

Qin Mo’s current knowledge is also very amazing. When the gods know it, they will see the surrounding situation. No people were seen above the stone room, and even Lin Zikai and Wen Qing were not seen. Qin ink station straight, ready to go out to see.

The fingertip touched the cool silver mask on the stone bed, and the Qin ink action paused. This mask was previously used by Lin Zikai to cover his face. Although the relationship between them has not recovered to the original intimacy, but it has also eased a lot. It is not a problem for him to leave this stone room. It is just this mask...

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Mo finally buckled his face and took care of his clothes. He applied a dust mites on his body, and Qin ink went outside.

Just coming out of the underground palace, Qin Mo’s heart was a move, looking up at the palace where the central palace was inhabited. There were several strong sighs. Qin Mo can feel that those breaths are actually Yuan Ying period monks.

Qin Mo brows slightly wrinkled, after returning from the spiritual source, he has been retreating in the stone room, he does not know what happened outside.

Thinking about it, Qin Mo moved to the other direction and went in that direction. When he got close, he wrapped his body with a layer of gods and carefully concealed his breath. Since returning to here, Qin Moyuan's divine power has gathered in the sea of ​​knowledge, and he is united with his own power of knowledge, which is also convenient for strength.

After a period of tempering, Qin Mo’s power of knowledge is stronger than before, and it is much stronger than that of fellow practitioners. For thousands of years, the monks in the comprehension have gradually lost their methods of training. There are only a few common methods of investigation. He believes that even the Yuan Ying period monks can not find him.

After standing on the stone pillar, Qin Mo’s line of sight fell in front of everyone.

There were two people on the open space before the palace. One of them was very familiar with the Qin Mo. It was the people of the North Palace in the lower demon domain. The head of the North Palace Palace stood in front of the smile with a smile.

But what makes Qin Mo feel strange is that one of them is sitting in the center at random, it is Lin Zikai.

When Qin Mo observed them, Lin Zikai glanced at the direction of Qin Mo, and then raised his mouth. Qin Mo knew that Lin Zikai discovered him.

An old man in gray robe stood opposite the people in the North Palace. He looked at the person in front of him with a scornful look. He sat in the middle of the forest and swept away. Then he looked at the North Palace Palace with a disdainful look. Slowly spread out: "The old ghost of the blood, I haven't seen you for many years, you are living more and more, and even let a little ghost ride on his head."

The smile of the Green Blood Palace was not stiff for a moment, and there was some fire in his heart. He knew that Lin Zikai was a big-name disciple in the Devil Field, so he always had a courtesy to him, but he did not really look at him.

After all, the devil world has always been speaking by strength. Although there are few monks in the Golden Age of the Devil, it is not without it. A small forest is not worthy of reassuring. However, since Lin Zikai disappeared for a few days and reappeared, he was able to fight his Yuan Ying period monk with no strength to fight back.

Some of the main faces of the Qingxue Palace are not stunned. Looking at the old man in front of the gray robes, the look is also bad. The old man in the gray robes is the owner of the Nangong Palace. He is called the old man of the black bones. He said with a slight emotion in his mouth: "I am willing to gamble and lose." ”

"Would you like to gamble and lose?" The old man in the gray robe smiled two times and chewed a few words with playfulness. Although he always conceited himself, he thought that his strength was stronger than that of the Beigonggong, but the whole demon domain Only the four palaces were recognized by him, and everyone else was an ant. At this moment, I heard that the owner of the North Palace Palace said that he lost to a golden dragon, and he was not in his heart.

Letter.

He stepped forward under his feet, and his body was full of momentum. In a moment, his body appeared in the sky, and his right hand was lifted up. A majestic attack ran away against Lin Zikai.

Seeing the old man of the black bones, the blue blood stepped back and stood on the side of leisurely. The face looked like a smile, and there was no point to help the forest.

Seeing this situation, the old man with black bones is very strong, and the attack in his hands is constant.

Qin Mo brows wrinkled, even if the heart knows that Lin Zikai's strength must increase, he is also worried at the moment.

Lin Zizhen's face is unchanged, even if the attack has come to the front, there is no panic, the sleeves are light, and a dark light emerges from him, directly attacking the old man.

"Hey!" The two collided, and Lin Zikai’s seemingly inconspicuous attack directly blocked the old man from the black bones. The black bones of the old man trembled, so they went back a few steps directly.

When the old man with black bones stood up straight, he looked gloomy and looked up. He glanced at the gloating blood in front of him. The old man with black bones clenched his hands and turned his face in front of him, but he did not dare to act rashly from the moment. In one hit, he has been able to see the strength of Lin Ziwei.

"Hey, there is still a small ant here." When the atmosphere was a little stiff, there was a sneer coming from the side.

When I heard this voice, everyone looked at it and saw two people standing in the corner. One of them was dressed in black, his face was full of playful colors, and the whole body was similar to the black bones. It was also a Yuan Ying period monk.

The opposite person used a special mask to cover his face, so that they could not see his face, but at a glance he could see through his cultivation, only the spiritual silence. That person is Qin Mo.

The old man with a black bone snorted and slammed a blow at the direction of Qin Mo. He was very depressed in his heart. This person let him vent his anger, and he was honored to die in the hands of the old man.

Qin Mo watched the black man in front of him with a vigilant look, but he still divided some of his knowledge of others. When the old man of the black bone hit the hand, he was already aware of it.

Unable to care for a lot, Qin Mo quickly retreated, and at the same time he had been in the hands of the Sui Kun bag. It hasn't been used for a long time. When it first appeared, it seemed very joyful that the body of the thunder sword would make a "beep" sound.

Touching the bright sword body, Qin ink eyes are slightly bright, the whole body spiritual power suddenly turned up, holding a long sword in the direction of the attack waved a sword.

Qin Mo has been using the sword since the crossing, and the sword has also been trained to the second style, which is a thorough understanding of the kendo. This sword, seemingly unpretentious, but hidden secrets, swordsmanship flashing, looks very sharp.

With the sword, Qin Mo did not relax. His eyes swept over the black people, and he was alert. And that black clothes did not know what to think, but there was a smile on the face, and a few steps back, a pair did not want to play with Qin and Mo.

The sword light came from the sky, directly smashed the black bones old man attack, straight to the old black bones.

The black bones flashed lightly, and together with the sword light, Jianguang slowly dispersed.

Looking at the hair from the front of the forehead, the black bones are surprisingly angry. Before he did not put Qin Mo in his eyes, the attack was also waved, and there was not much attack, but killing a spiritual monk or still More than enough. But he did not expect this **** to not only break his attack, but also attacked him nearby.

When he had previously fallen into the wind with Lin Zikai, the old man in the heart of the black bones was only depressed. After all, the owner of the Beigong Palace also lost his son.

Now, he smiled and said, his hand flashed gray, a black long bone appeared in his hand, black long bones across the air, with suffocating gas, forced the people around to retreat a few steps.

The black bones old man was black and black, and his body was turbid and boiled. He was constantly injected into the black bones of his hands. The black long bones trembled, and a dark light was drawn, and Qin Mo attacked the past.

The face of Qin ink is somewhat pale, but the sword is clenched in his hand. The blade is swaying and floating in the air. The cold sound of Qin Moqing sounds: "Breaking the sword." At the same time, Qin Mo’s hands are constantly moving in the air, a golden dragon Slowly, he whispered: "The dragon is stunned."

When the voice fell, he was exposed to the outside world, and he knew that the slender lightsaber in the sea gods condensed into a long-skinned light sword and smashed against him.

I have been sitting in the North Palace, and everyone in the central forest has a flash of body shape and appeared next to Qin Mo.

The surrounding air continued to shrink, and the boiling aura continued to gather toward Qin Mo. Looking at the huge sword shadow in front of Qin Mo, the eyes of the old man in the black bones showed a hint of surprise. Obviously, Qin Mo had the power to be so powerful. .

But then, his eyes were cold, and he controlled the black long bones in his hand. Together with Qin Mo, the strength of this kid was too weak. Even if the moves were strong, there was no chance of winning.

On the long bones, the black light and the sword shadow stale for a moment, and they directly pierced the sword shadow and shot it toward Qin Mo. The black bones of the old man’s mouth were slightly hooked, showing a satisfied smile.

When he thought that he could erase the Qin ink, the old man of the black bone suddenly felt a wave of fluctuations in his mind, and there was a dangerous feeling in his heart.

The old man of Black Bone always believed in his instincts. He rubbed his hands and formed a layer of enchantment around him, protecting his body. He just breathed a sigh of relief, and then he heard a sound of breaking the air, and then an invisible sword straight into his head.

"Ah!" The long sword entered the brain, and the severe pain was passed from the middle. The old man with the black bones tightened and held his head tightly and shouted.

After brewing for a long time, Shenlong was finally formed. The huge golden dragon floated the black bones of the old man's head. The dragon's eyes were shining. When the old man with black bones was in pain, he slammed his tail to the old man.

Enduring severe pain, the old black bones waved long black bones in the direction of Jinlong, and the left hand bent into claws, directly grasping Jinlong. The five claws were very sharp, and they directly shattered the dragon body.

Jinlong slowly dissipated, and the old man of the black bones also had some wolverines. He helped the severe pain and turned his head slowly. His eyes were red, and the geese were stunned by the geese all the time. He wanted to smash the corpse. .

Seeing that the black bones were injured, the black man’s face was also a bit scared. I didn’t expect this kid to hurt the old black bones.

The black long bone attack has come to the front, and Qin Mo just wants to do something, and Lin Zi’s figure has been smashed out from the side. I saw his right hand flattened into a palm, the palm of his hand was flashing with blood, and then the **** light directly greeted the black bones attack.

After doing this, Lin Zikai stretched out his right arm and took the Qin ink waist directly. He buckled his arms tightly, and his feet moved and stepped back.

When the old man of the black bone turned around, he saw that he attacked the forest and the blood was broken. He clenched the long black bones and stared at Qin Mo and Lin Zikai in disgust, but because of the jealousy and the strength of Lin Ziwei, he did not rush, and said with a grin: "Boy, what are you doing?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zi’s action with Qin Mo did not loosen. He only glanced at the old man with black bones and said casually: “Save him.” Obviously, the old black bones were not seen.

By Lin Zikai so contemptuous, the black bones old man's face turned red, holding a long black bone hand also a little trembling, he pointed to Qin Mo, angered: "Don't you feel the disgusting righteousness of him?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Ziyu slowly opened a smile on his face, and his right arm tightened, and Qin Mo was tight.

Qin Mo brow wrinkled, and there was some discomfort in his heart. Knowing that Lin Ziyi helped him, he did not struggle.

Lin Ziyan glanced over the silver mask on the face of Qin ink, and then fell on his lips, his eyes flashed slightly, and suddenly he lowered his head, and a soft kiss fell at the corner of Qin ink.

Then he quickly turned his head and looked at the old man with dark bones. His eyes were full of Qin ink and could not see the firm color. He said: "This has anything to do with him. He is my own."

When the words came out, the surrounding area was quiet. Looking at Lin Zi’s eyes, they were a little weird. Although the demon world and the magic objects have always been debauchery, men and men...

By the body of Lin Zikai, Qin Mo’s body was also a stiff, and then he struggled. Lin Zi’s eyes were slightly stunned, and the small voice of Qin Mo’s ear rang: “Master, the situation is complicated, and only then can you be safe. ”

Qin Mo acted a meal, his eyes swept over the black bones behind the old man, and a group of people, slowly stopped their struggles, quietly squatted by the forest, but some red after the ear.

Qin Mo has cleanliness, this is the first time he has been in close contact with others. In his heart, the general starting point was wavering, and in a blink of an eye he returned to calm.

"You guys? A righteous monk?" The old black bones also had some language, but after a while they recovered their calmness. The sights swept over and watched the lively black man and the North Palace, and said: "The devil is mixed with the righteous monk. What do you think?"

The black man’s eyebrows are bent and he smiles very openly. He does not have an opening. It seems that he does not care about the old man’s words.

The **** eyes were drooping and I didn’t know what to think. After a long time, a smile appeared on his face and he said to the old black bones: "It’s just a little male pet..."

"Not a male pet." Before he finished speaking, he heard Lin Zikai's unpleasant voice inserted from the side. He stared darkly and stared at the blue blood coldly.

The old man with a black bone snorted and his voice was full of disdain. The blue blood smiles, and then continues to say nothing: "The important thing we are doing now is to discuss how to deal with the right monks on the stone hills."

The black bones of the old man moved and did not say anything. They only snorted and waved their hands to the disciples behind them, letting them spread out, and they went straight into the palace.

The black-haired youth said with emotion: "I didn't expect them to come."

"Those who are correct monks have always had a good face. This time the incident is so big. We almost caught all the monks who participated in the competition in the Weihai world. They will definitely come out." The blue blood smiled and analyzed.

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