At this moment, time seemed to suddenly slow down.
Threads of brilliance like flowing water, like sprouting branches of light, wrap around Zuo Mo's empty right hand little by little.
Pu Yao's memory seemed to be suddenly drawn out for a long time, and some blurred and disappeared scenes seemed to overlap with everything that happened in front of him, as clear as yesterday.
"……teacher……"
In the inaudible murmur, the sharpness and coldness in the blood pupils disappeared.
Zuo Mo's mind was completely attracted by the changes in his hands. He could feel that strange changes were quietly taking shape in this short moment.
……What's this?
Compared with the "Yang Sha Gang Lei" from "Little Thousand-Year Hand", these two little magic arts are not only simple and low-level, but there is no comparison between the two. "Little Thousand-Year Hand" contains
All kinds of sorcery were created by a generation of heavenly demons. They are so extensive and profound that even a guy like Pu Yao, who has eyes as high as his head, is full of praise for them.
But what about the little magic?
Five hundred kinds of little magic are compulsory for every demon. Before any demon enters the magic house, he must complete the study of these five hundred kinds of little magic within his own clan. In other words, the little demon must
Technique is just the enlightenment content of demon cultivation.
But……
The power bursting out from both hands...
The last glimmer of light flowed out from Zuo Mo's left hand and wrapped around his right hand.
Zhila!
Zuo Mo felt that countless dazzling sword-like rays of light suddenly burst out from his chest, and a destructive force took shape in his right hand, like an ancient giant beast, breathing in desolate breath, slightly raising his back and looking majestically.
.
All evil souls seemed to have been immobilized. In the chaotic tower, time seemed to have stopped suddenly.
Between the extreme movement and the extreme silence, Pu Yao stared at Zuo Mo's right hand in despair, and murmured clearly: "...Ji Guhuang Sacrifice Technique..."
Zuo Mo didn't hear any of Pu Yao's murmur. He was shocked by the light on his hand and the terrifying aura, and completely lost the ability to think. It was as if he moved his right hand subconsciously, and all he could see was his right hand, like
It swings as gracefully as a fish tail.
In the midst of countless dazzling lights, a faint shadow flew out from his right hand and suddenly grew in size, like a monster that suddenly opened its bloody mouth and swallowed up all the evil souls in the tower.
In the evil mist, the small tower surrounded by countless evil spirits suddenly burst out with countless dazzling lights. An extremely powerful suction force was generated out of thin air in the tower. Tens of thousands of evil spirits had no time to escape and were immediately sucked into the tower.
Inside.
At the same time, a simple and desolate atmosphere came from the small tower.
The evil souls that were not involved were suddenly frightened and dispersed in a hurry, just like there was a terrifying monster inside the small tower that made them afraid. Deep in the evil mist, those evil soul beasts at the higher level of the hunting level, this
There was a look of horror in Shi's eyes, and they all lay on the ground, not daring to move.
Zuo Mo feels terrible now. The evil souls have been devoured completely, but now he seems to have eaten too much at once and is overwhelmed. What makes him even more panicked is that these evil souls do not seem to be dead, but just
Trapped in a layer of strange power.
Once this power gets out of control, these evil spirits will rush out again!
"The first and the 500th kind of little magic are all in one word."
Pu Yao's voice reached him at the right time, and Zuo Mo was slightly startled. His first feeling was that this was impossible. There are five hundred kinds of small sorcery, almost involving all kinds of basics of sorcery, and many of them have opposite properties. First
The first and the 500th are the two most diametrically opposed sorceries among all the contradictory sorcery comparisons.
How can it be possible for two completely opposite little magics to be performed at the same time?
However, he was not allowed to think carefully at this time. After being stunned for a moment, his hands spread out involuntarily according to Pu Yao's instructions.
The first type...the 500th type...
A weird and unparalleled feeling came to mind, and Zuo Mo felt indescribably awkward. He already felt quite awkward when he used the 76th and 313th methods at the same time just now, and this time compared to the last time, it was even more awkward and weird.
The feeling is countless times stronger.
What kind of gameplay is this...
Zuo Mo endured the unparalleled feeling of awkwardness and reluctantly cast two little magic spells at the same time.
Pu Yao's blood-pupiled eyes stared unblinking at the brilliance that lit up and flowed in front of Zuo Mo, holding his breath involuntarily, as if he was afraid of disturbing these blurred and beautiful brilliance. But he usually likes to hide behind the scenes.
The hands in the black sleeves stretched out unconsciously.
His expression was also very strange, full of expectation and as if facing a formidable enemy.
The strong feeling of awkwardness became more intense as the light rose, and Zuo Mo felt that the left and right sides of his body were being forcefully twisted in opposite directions.
He knew that this was an illusion. At this time, he was just a ray of mind, not a body. But he also knew that this sense of contradiction did not exist, but really existed. It was a contradiction between laws.
In fact, as soon as he performed it, he knew something was wrong.
Under the influence of the two extreme laws, if you are not careful, you may be crushed to pieces at any time. Under the fierce conflict of the two basic laws, your consciousness is as fragile as paper. His heart and soul rest on it.
If this ray of consciousness is destroyed, the outcome will be no different than death.
The most painful injury to treat is the injury to the soul.
The ghost's soul is injured and looks like a puppet. Does he have to become like this too?
Under the stimulation of death, Zuo Mo felt a burst of strength coming from nowhere and forced himself to calm down.
However, how can these two completely opposite little magic arts be performed in a consistent manner?
Impossible...completely impossible...
Countless thoughts flew through his mind in the flash of lightning, but the two little magic spells in front of him still made him helpless. Both of the little magic spells were simple and direct, and every change in the two was within his insight. But also
Because of this, he felt it was even more impossible.
The two are like two carriages running in opposite directions, but now they want to be pulled together. How is that possible?
No possibility... no possibility...
Zuo Mo was extremely anxious. The two little magic arts began to conflict. He could feel every subtle conflict between the two. The sense of danger in his heart became stronger, as if there was a sword hanging above his head.
He couldn't move, but now there was a mouse desperately chewing on the rope hanging the sword.
Calm down, be sure to calm down!
Zuo Mo's breathing almost stopped. He told himself over and over again to calm down, forcing himself to calm down.
How to do how to do……
Suddenly, a flash of spiritual light pierced the sky like a bolt of lightning. He suddenly remembered that he had put the magic formulas he had worked out last time into the formation. Among those various magic formulas and sword techniques, there were also many contradictory magic formulas and sword techniques.
But I managed to knead them together.
That complex set of magic formulas was used by him to make a bet with Pu Yao and win the six transformations of the Great Sun Demonic Body.
Unfortunately, after he obtained the six transformations of the Great Sun Demonic Body, he put this set of techniques aside and concentrated on cultivating the six transformations of the Great Sun Demonic Body.
Zuo Mo didn't have time to regret why he didn't mess with the magic formulas and enter the formation. He racked his brains and tried his best to think about how he combined the magic tactics and sword tactics with opposite properties into that set of magic formulas and entered the formation.
He remembered how he controlled these techniques with opposite properties.
His heart moved, and regardless of the growing sense of danger, he patiently felt every bit of conflict between the two little sorceries.
Suddenly, his consciousness turned into two strands, like two thin whips, using two completely opposite powers to penetrate into the brilliance of two small magic arts.
Strange changes occurred suddenly.
The two forces, which were originally in violent conflict, turned in opposite directions in a strange way.
A bright light suddenly burst out in Zuo Mo's eyes. The friction and conflict between the two little magic arts became smaller and smaller, and the distance between the two brilliance became closer and closer. At this time, they could no longer see what they had seen before.
Hostility and conflict, they are like a pair of twins, sticking together closely.
Naturally, Zuo Mo's hands seemed to be driven by something, and he used his hands in a consistent manner.
A force that is not very powerful penetrates the center of the two sorceries with incomparable accuracy.
Zuo Mo suddenly realized something.
The light of Pu Yao's blood pupils was as deep as the sea. He stared blankly at the strange yet familiar power in front of Zuo Mo, and softly uttered three words.
"Divine Encouragement Technique!"
The ball on Zuo Mo's chest was shaped like a millstone, and an extremely powerful suction force suddenly emerged from the clear black and white light. This suction force was so strong that even the Pu Yao was not immune to it. He was dressed in black and was pulled away making a hunting sound.
Pu Yao's blood pupils lit up with red light, and his figure remained motionless.
But the strange power that enveloped the evil souls before was like a cat that smelled of apes, impatiently dragging countless evil souls into this strange black and white millstone.
The black and white light is like the upper and lower parts of a millstone, silently crushing countless evil souls at an astonishing speed.
The evil soul didn't even have time to cry out before it was completely shattered.
Dots of white light dispersed from the millstone.
Zuo Mo's heart moved, and he activated "Fetal Breath Refining God", and bits of white light gathered from all directions like raindrops and submerged into his body. At the same time, the white light that was not absorbed by Zuo Mo was submerged into the five groups of five elements essence.
Zuo Mo's whole body was shrouded in white light and he couldn't see his figure clearly.
Pu Yao was covered in black clothes and made a sound. His bloody eyes were staring at Zuo Mo for a moment. He stood there quietly without saying a word.
The stupid bird that was rushing left and right in the evil mist suddenly turned its head, its fierce eyes softened little by little, until it returned to its usual lazy and arrogant look. It turned around leisurely, pacing around, looking where
I can see a little bit of the murderous look just now.
Driving the black crescent moon, which was like a heavy axe, the tenth-grade little face full of murderous intent was suddenly startled, and he felt something in his heart. He drove the black crescent moon without hesitation, turned the direction, and suddenly reached the extreme speed, splitting through the heavy mist.
Screaming and flying.
In the evil fog, the small tower was shrouded in a layer of faint white light, and the surrounding evil fog was far away.
Just at this moment, Zuomo in the tower opened his eyes.
