The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

This is a study that looks very ordinary, but it is unusual for such a study to appear in the devil world itself.

Looking at the environment inside the study, Qin Mo focused on the only painting on the wall. It was a portrait, and the person on the portrait could not see the appearance, but could clearly see his eyes.

When Qin Mo and the portraits were opposite each other, the eyes on the portrait suddenly stunned. The environment around Qin Mo changed, and the side suddenly became empty.

At this moment, there was a strong wind blowing around, and in this strong wind, there was a hint of odor. Qin Mo’s robe flew, and under this strong wind, the whole person stepped back a few steps.

Qin Mo immediately held his breath, and a burst of pressure came out of his body. Aura wrapped him in it and quickly stabilized his figure.

Countless fires suddenly appeared out of thin air and quickly surrounded him. This flame is very strange, rising in the wind, and only a moment has filled the entire space.

Qin Mo stood in the dark flame, only felt the pain of the body bursting, the spiritual power of the whole body rushed toward the flame, this flame was actually swallowing his spiritual power.

The flames that have the power to swallow and are full of dead air in this world are only deadfire.

However, Qin Mo’s eyes are obviously not the body of the dead fire. It is only a small part of the fire that has been split from the dead fire. It is similar to the Qinglian fire that was encountered before, but the power is much weaker than the Qinglian fire. Otherwise, Qin Mo is When surrounded by flames, there is no bone.

In front of the flames, the flames continued to boil, and they rushed toward the face of Qin Mo. Qin Mo’s heart was tense, and the gods were outside, and the flame in front of them was firmly blocked. The black light above the fire, slap on the barrier, and constantly burn the spirit of Qin Mo. Qin Mo’s hands trembled and there was a sharp pain in his mind.

However, his movements did not stop, the body's spiritual power was running, and a thunderbolt replaced the gods and appeared in front of him. Thunderfire is also a fire in heaven and earth, and the preciousness is even above the dead fire, not to mention the fact that it is not a real fire.

When the thunder fire came out, the surrounding dead fire shrank a little, and went straight back a few steps, but it did not go out, even if the power of the thunderfire is strong, at this moment, Qin Mo can use only a small piece, and the full room The death fire cannot be compared.

The black flame leans forward and wraps the thunder in a surrounding shape, which seems to be trying to absorb the thunder.

Qin Mo brows slightly wrinkled, regardless of the sharp pain in the brain, part of the gods control the thunder fire, and at the same time form a barrier again, to isolate most of the dead fire.

Within the barrier, the thunderfire and the dead fire are intertwined, and the powerful thunder fire gradually gains the upper hand. What is even more amazing is that after a moment of stalemate, the thunder fire directly absorbed that part of the dead fire.

Thunder fire can swallow the filth. This dead fire is full of dead air. In the confrontation, it stimulates the nature of thunder, which causes the thunder fire to swallow it.

Feeling the constant power from the thunder, even if the pain is cracking, Qin Mo's mouth is slightly hooked up.

Qin Mo face does not change color, endures the pain in the brain, and continues to control the fire in front of the thunder fire.

After absorbing the dead fire, Qin Mo discovered that the color of the thunder fire had undergone a slight change, and the purple that had been cleared from the original became dull, and even the faint black color could be seen.

Qin Mo did not think much, and the thunder fire after the mutation was collected into the body. Then I took out a piece of Yuanshi from the Qiankun bag, put the gods into it, and adjusted the interest. This Yuanshi is given by the old man of the Golden Pen. Qin Mo is now damaged and is suitable for use.

When the Thunderfire absorbed the dead fire, some of the energy was fed back into the body of Qin Mo. Under the influence of this power, the repair of Qin Mo directly promoted to the perfect period of the spiritual silence. Only one step can form Jin Dan. .

When Qin Mo opened his eyes again, he discovered that the scene in front of him had changed.

After the death fire disappeared, there was a narrow corridor, and the corridor was very dark. Only a few night pearls were set on the wall, and a few bright lights could be seen. Qin Mo walked inside the promenade, quite a feeling of sinister.

Qin Mo's footsteps speeded up and continued along the promenade. This road is unusually calm, and Qin Mo has never encountered any danger.

At the very end of the promenade is a black room. There is a huge stone gate in front of the house. In front of the stone gate, there are two magical repairs in the early days of the silence. Qin Mo’s body is wrapped in a layer of gods, with the two The repair of the magic repair can not find Qin ink.

At that moment, the stone door opened wide, and Qin ink stood in the distance to see the situation inside.

The room was extraordinarily empty, and there was only one huge pool in the whole space. The pool was not an ordinary pool, and it was full of blood. At the moment, there are many people in this blood pool. Among these people, Qin Mo saw the pale Lingyun and Wusuo at a glance.

The surface of the blood pool continually rolled, and it was faintly visible that many black claws protruded from the middle and caught in the blood pool. Every time they catch a claw, those people's faces will be white.

This blood pool is the famous magic refining pool in the devil world. If the monk is not strong enough in the refining pool, he can only watch his blood sucked away by the blood pool and slowly lose his life. And if there is enough strength, you can absorb the power from the blood pool and greatly enhance the repair.

Standing outside, Qin Mo’s line of sight stared at the scene inside the house, and the murderousness was as if he was forming in his body. Qin Mo's palm grip, the falling sword appeared in his hands.

Qin Mo covered his face and slammed it against the magical sword that was kept outside the door. The sword is like a rainbow, and the long drive straight into the ground will kill the magic on the left.

After killing this person, Qin Mo’s body turned, and the long sword did not hesitate to squat on the right side of the magic repair. The magic repair did not realize what had happened and fell to the ground.

Holding the long sword, Qin Mo took a chill in the body and walked straight into the house.

On the other hand, Lin Zi's face was darkened, his body's breath constantly changed, and the five fingers flew, and finally he took a picture of the palm of his hand.

The entire thousand-changing array suddenly shines, and the sigh of breath on the other side is slowly falling.

Looking at the swaying down, the monks in the right way suddenly became stunned, and even the last three seniors opened their eyes and their faces were incomparably ugly.

The magic repair here is a smile, just want to say something to Lin Zikai, then he sees his face standing in a gloomy position, his black air hovering around him, the black gas is full of dangerous meaning, For a time, they were all banned.

"The other party's tactical master lost consciousness. This time will not be cracked. I will go back to adjust the interest rate for a while." Lin Zikai kept walking forward and said.

When he walked to the side of the Fourth Palace, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and the dark light flashed in his eyes, slowly saying: "But this is not stable, in order to prevent them from forcing, you still Stay here."

The blue blood and other people nodded, and they thought deeply that the light on the jade was constantly flashing, and the remaining demons in the North Palace also came to this place.

Lin Zikai went to the robes and quickly left.

Entering the house, Qin Mo ran to the edge of the blood pool. Straight to Lingyun, Qin ink palm out, directly pull Lingyun in the blood pool will pull him into the bleeding pool.

Seeing Qin Mo, Ling Yun’s gaze jerked up and opened his mouth to say something, but because he was too weak, he did not make any noise.

When the Qin ink sleeves smashed through the blood pool, the blood inside the blood pool boiled even more powerfully. Many black claws emerged from it and caught directly against Qin Mo.

Qin Mo grabbed Ling Yun with his left hand and a sword in his right hand. The sword was fierce and he directly cut off the black claws on the blood pool.

"Oh..." The claws were broken by Qin Mo, and the sound of the whimper in the blood pool continued to spread.

A pair of swords were thrown at the unmanned place on the blood pool, and the choking sound suddenly stopped. The surface of the blood pool suddenly calmed down, and even the claws that had been holding Lingyun and others had disappeared.

When Qin Mo’s hands were used, Ling Yun pulled up. After pulling Lingyun, Qin Mo directly reached the top of Wusuo and pulled him up.

Wusuo's face is also very pale, but his repair is higher than Lingyun, and the situation is naturally better than Lingyun. He grinned and smiled. "Thank you for your friend." After saying this, he couldn't stop coughing up.

Seeing this situation, other people in the blood pool, regardless of the weakness of the body, have climbed out of the blood pool.

"Qin Mo..." Lingyun's voice was weak. After a while, he continued: "Let's leave here together."

Qin ink body stiffened, suddenly remembered that day and night, Lin Zizhen holding him to let him not leave him, the heart was a bit stunned.

See him like this, Ling Yun only when he is the default, swallowed the medicinal herbs handed over by Qin Mo.

Behind Qin Mo, a corner of the crowd could not see, a tremor trembled.

The outside Linzi stopped his footsteps and covered his face with his hand, blocking his eyes. After a moment, he suddenly laughed out loud: "Oh, Master, you still have to leave me..." The coldness of the body is I can't cover it.

When he puts down his palm again, his expression has not changed much, his mouth even has a smile, only the depths of his eyes are gloomy, and there is no one to know the madness.

"Liu seniors..." When Qin Mo’s spirit was awkward, a slightly familiar female voice rang in his ear. Qin Mo looked up and saw Xiaoxiang, who had not seen for a long time, looked at him with a smile. She lay on the ground, her breath was sullen, but her eyes were very bright, and her mouth whispered, "I am you... maybe you should call Qin Mo..."

With that said, Xiaoxiang climbed up to Qin Mo's side with a weak body. She wanted to be close to him. In addition to the auction, she had not really seen the face of Qin Mo.

Every woman lives in a hero, Qin Mo is the hero in Xiaoxiang's heart. In the Weihai world, she was secretly convinced by the powerful strength of Qin Mo. At the moment of the lowest valley of life, Qin Mo appeared to save her.

Even if the beauty is a beautiful woman, Xiaoxiang is so crawling, and the body has a unique charm.

Qin Mo stunned, he remembered this woman, when she was in the Weihai world, she showed great goodwill to him. Looking at her so hard to crawl, Qin Mo heart can not bear, quickly walked to the side of Xiaoxiang, a medicinal drug into her mouth.

The entrance of the medicinal herb turned into a warm current, which made Xiaoxiang warm all over her body. Her mouth rose and her face showed a bright smile and she raised her body. The red lips are affixed with Qin Mo's slightly cold lips.

Qin Mo stayed in the same place, did not expect Xiaoxiang to do so, for a time, the entire space was silent.

"Hey!" A loud bang came, Qin Mo immediately pushed Xiaoxiang, and saw the huge stone door in front of the house shattered, and Lin Zikai's figure appeared in the house.

He suddenly smiled and said: "Master, what are you doing?"

I don't know why, Qin Mo feels a little cold.

The author has something to say: Lin Zikai’s fragile small nerve has broken down again, and he has to go crazy again. Poor master, you will of course feel cold [spot wax]

Recently, the wind is too tight, I don’t know if I can write something that everyone likes and hears [tragedy]

Thanks for the mines thrown in the evening and - cherry, z dream. Two mines thrown, so touched, what?