The flesh that is separated from the living body will rot, the chivalrous man in white will eat his stomach, and the master of martial arts will exhaust his internal strength. No one in this world can always be fresh, always spotless, and always a perpetual motion machine. A person is injured when he is stabbed, and it takes a small amount of time to heal the wound.

Mo Xie spent three hours to get back to the gas and then spent another five minutes to let the gas out, this young man with the actual action to clarify what is called "charging for three hours and talking for five minutes", in the shape of the missing hand (with) arm (piece), in the internal structure of the lack of N more "lines" and "components", he has reached the threshold of "defective products", from the factory maintenance is not far from the heart.

"It should be about the same, right?"

The keel has returned to bone white, and there is no longer a bulge on it, that is, it is paralyzed in the wristband space, lying on its stomach like a fragment of Chixiao, Mo Xie returned to another hour of qi and poured another wave into it before it was finished.

Now that the keel is in order, it's time to deal with the stenching Qilin Arm and the Fire Lin Sword, which has lost its spirituality and is only a sturdy attribute made of raw materials.

The Qilin Arm can only be repaired by the Holy Text, and as for the Fire Lin Sword Mo Ye, he has his own plans.

He placed the Huolin Sword on the ground, and then swung the eight Chixiao fragments around the Huolin Sword in the direction of the eight trigrams, and then he took out the book of "Dao Xuan True Solution" that had been turned to the side and turned it to a certain page that had already been folded by him.

"The wood gas in the east is the main generation, the gold gas in the west is the main killing, and the water gas in the north is ......"

Mo Xie recited a half-incomprehensible word according to Ben Zi, and at the same time walked three times clockwise and three times counterclockwise around the sword on the ground, and as he did this, four Chixiao fragments on the ground suddenly "stood" up.

"The Vermilion Bird is above, Xuanwu is below, the green dragon on the left, the white tiger on the right, and the unicorn is in the middle!"

Mo Xie bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood on the sword that represented "East", and at the same time took the Qilin arm,

"Fix it!"

Mo Xie has checked, even if it is exchanged for a complete 'Qilin Demon Body', it is only twenty or thirty thousand points, and the cost of repairing the Qilin Arm must not exceed five thousand.

"Deduct two thousand points, and the repair is complete. ”

The reminder of the Holy Book sounds,

"The current points are 117,896 points!"

A soft white pillar of light fell from the unknowable airspace and landed on the Qilin Arm, and in the next moment, the Qilin Arm, which had been so rotten and stinky that even a lot of flesh had fallen off, was alive again, just like when it was cut off, its five fingers were still twitching violently.

Drops of scorching blood dripped from the base of the Qilin arm, Mo Xie didn't intend to let it go to waste, he hurriedly sent it to the Huolin Sword in the center of the formation, and he didn't stop until the entire sword body was soaked with blood.

"Ahh

After doing all this, Mo Xie turned his left hand into a knife and slashed down at the place where his right broken arm was, shaving off a layer of skin that had grown, and at the same time sliding away a bunch of closed blood vessels and meridians, even he couldn't stand the pain and screamed.

"Bone!"

As early as when he cut off his arm, Mo Xie had left enough room for today's arm, and the silk seam between the Qilin arm and his right broken arm was tightly sealed, needless to say, the connection of the meridians and blood vessels between the two had already been rehearsed in Mo Ye's mind.

A burst of white smoke came out from the interface, but it was Mo Xie who urged the sword qi to accelerate the speed of the splitting and splitting of his own cells, and after the tea time, the white smoke no longer came out, Mo Xie tried to stretch his right arm, and his movements were as smooth as ever.

"There are still three spiritual objects left, but the spiritual energy in the 'Heavenly Realm' is sufficient, and there is no hurry to exchange it or anything. ”

What Mo Xie is now setting up is a Xuanmen formation, the purpose of which is to borrow the power of heaven and earth spiritual objects to enhance the power of divine weapons, simply put, it is "sacrifice and refinement", but now Mo Xie has insufficient materials at hand, whether it is "sacrifice" or "refining", the method is implemented to the minimum standard - mixing the "green dragon" with his own "medium dragon bloodline" that he doesn't know what kind of "middle dragon blood" he belongs to, mixing the "Qilin" with the blood of the fire unicorn that is obviously "inferior to the great divine beast of the Pavilion", and mixing the furnace with a bunch of Chixiao fragments and a few indiscreet spells· Ding, and that's it, he still owes three materials.

Vermilion Bird's Hair, Xuanwu's Armor, White Tiger's Skin - if you want to get these materials according to the highest standards, you can't afford to sell Mo Ye, but if you are flexible, you can ......

"Angel, pluck a few hairs for me!"

Mo Ye said to An Qi, who had been pushed away by himself before, but ran back because he heard his scream earlier, but then he immediately sensed the ambiguity in his words, and before An Qi twisted and pinched to untie his belt, he added, "Feathers, feathers, feathers on wings!

"Oh. ”

Angel plucked three feathers from her wings and handed them to Mo Xie as she said.

The "Suzaku" bit was solved in this way.

"I'll go out and watch the circle, don't let anyone get near it!

After Mo Xie dropped a sentence, he casually picked up the space bracelet and left the 'Heavenly Realm'.

……

The emperor capital, the black clouds are gloomy, like the nightmare entrenched in the heart of the emperor and the emperor.

"I think you're also a Cantonese, so we should be fellow countrymen~"

"It's a little sassy~"

"Ahh

Compared to the stab in the crotch, a dark memory could be a more severe torture for the emperor, and he often couldn't sleep at night. And when he sent someone to count the corpses of the Japanese people within the imperial capital and checked them one by one, and found that the philosophers did not appear on the death list, he began to toss and turn, a lot of hair fell out, and even the wound under his crotch was worsened by his own emotional changes.

The Emperor would not allow himself to lose the "Last Supper", and when the news of the defeat of the thieves and the burning of the godless warship reached the capital, he began to focus on solving his sleep problem with confidence. He sent out eight portraits and ordered them to be wanted nationwide.

As for the relocation of the capital?

Provincial province, the ministers have evolved from a civil fight to a martial arts fight on the progress of discussing this matter, and the emperor is powerless after being injured, and he can't even take a big step, and he won't participate in this kind of thing. Anyway, the black clouds in the sky are still stubbornly entrenched, and there were no moths yesterday, and it is estimated that there will be no moths today, and as for tomorrow, the emperor said that after learning the lessons of the defeat of the tyrants, he carried out an anti-superstition campaign throughout the country, and everyone who could know what was going to happen tomorrow was hanged.

With this in mind, the emperor yawned and went to court, watching the back-and-forth boxing matches spontaneously organized by the ministers below, and he was very bored.

"Your Majesty, please use tea. ”

An old eunuch brought a tea soup that nourished his body, and the emperor reached out to take it, when a thunderbolt suddenly exploded in the sky.

"Boom!"

"Smack!"

The Emperor knocked over the bowl and jumped up from the dragon chair with a trembling of his feet.

"Move the capital ............! Oh my eggs!"

The muscles in his face were all squeezed together.