332.Scrapwood and Genius (I)

"You bastard, don't think I'm still the same person I was fifty years ago, I'm completely different now!"

was stepped on by Mo Ling's head, his whole face was pressed to the ground and rubbed, and the whole person also knelt on the ground, Wang Lidao roared wildly, his knees were forced, the ground under him began to crack, he landed on one knee, and lifted his whole body little by little, the surging black flames centered on him, spreading wildly, and in an instant, there were crazy black flames within a radius of dozens of meters, and even Mo Huang, who was a bystander, couldn't stay still and ran to the side. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

Mo Huang was a little surprised, did the Heavenly Academy have this kind of fire-based exercise that was not a good path at first glance?

Standing in the sea of fire, wisps of black true yuan emanated from Mo Ling's body, discharging the black flames around him, stepping on Wang Lidao's head with one foot, Mo Ling's face still had that unruly, crazy, and even quite bad smile.

"The roar is imposing, but it's useless! Get down on your knees and lick the soles of my shoes like you did fifty years ago! ”

With a strong stamp, Wang Lidao's whole person fell directly into the ground three inches, the ground under his knees was completely shattered, and the dust was splashed, but then it was burned by black flames, and the ground began to melt, turning into a dark red molten slurry.

"Ahhhh Get out of here! Wang Lidao clenched his fists and struck frantically to the top of his head, the black flames were vertical and horizontal, accompanied by his fists, transformed into two evil dragons that chose people to devour, staggered and bitten, Mo Ling jumped forward, punched left and right, smashed the two black flame fire dragons, and then turned around and stepped on the top of Wang Lidao's head again, shattering his intention to stand up again.

His feet completely sank into the ground, and after fifty years of humiliation, he felt moved and estimated that after Mo Ling, Wang Lidao was completely in a frenzy at this moment, and with a wave of his arms, a meteor bloomed out of him.

"Tsk, can you use the magic weapon if you can't play it? The reaction really hasn't changed at all, but the magic weapon used is much more advanced than before, I look at it, cut, I thought it was a great magic weapon, it turned out to be the standard magic weapon of the Heavenly Life and Death Gate, the mass production of the Heavenly Star Seal! But it's normal to think about it, after all, you're just a waste of firewood, your energy affinity is extremely low, and you need to spend a lot of energy to manipulate the magic weapon, and others have a share of their strength, and the high-level magic weapon has nothing to do with you! The only thing you can use is the low-level magic weapons! ”

The Heavenly Star Seal is a five-pointed star with silver light, rotating irregularly, like a meteor, flying rapidly, although Mo Ling's tone is contemptuous, but his expression is quite cautious, even if it is a low-level standard magic weapon, this is also a magic weapon that Wang Lidao has practiced for fifty years, it is difficult to underestimate, his arms are stretched, the sound of the dragon and the tiger roaring, the black gas true yuan gathers on the fist, and the shadow of all kinds of wild beasts is conjured, and a hard punch blasts the Heavenly Star Seal open, and at this time, Mo Ling's big feet are still standing on the top of Wang Lidao's head.

"Even after fifty years of sacrifice, the garbage magic weapon is still garbage, just like you, waste wood, you don't seem to have grown at all in the past fifty years!"

Although the tone was so bad that people wanted to beat him up, Mo Ling's strength was obvious to all, because he firmly stepped on the soles of his feet with a Jindan master, and he didn't even have a chance to get up, but Mo Huang was close, and he could see that he was not really so invincible, after a punch blasted open the Heavenly Star Seal, Mo Ling's throat swallowed suddenly, probably suffering some internal injuries, but he had to forcibly pretend to be like nothing happened, and Lao Tzu was terrified.

Extremely angry, Wang Lidao calmed down instead, and his voice was as cold as ice for thousands of years: "Do you really think that I have really not grown at all in the past fifty years!" ”

"You can't even lift your head, do you have the face to say that you have grown? Don't think that amusing me with jokes will make me let my guard down, well, in fact, I almost laughed out loud! But it still doesn't help you climb up from under my feet! ”

Wang Lidao didn't respond, he closed his eyes deeply, he even tidied up his sleeves, and then bowed deeply, this worship, solemn and solemn, all those who saw this scene confirmed without doubt that Wang Lidao was not bowing to Mo Ling again, but worshipping some grander and more sacred existence in a pious manner, there were endless ripples in the air, and vaguely, the unknown chanting voice echoed leisurely, which reminded people of the scene of the scholar reverently chanting in front of the statue of the hundred saints of the sons for no reason.

The black flame was noisy, circling and swirling, and then a three-meter-high, purely black flame human being, walked out of the sea of fire, with fluttering hair, clear facial features, majestic and solemn temperament, not angry but mighty, like a sage who came out of an epic picture.

Mo Ling frowned: "It's actually the Heavenly Holy Spirit Dao, don't tell me about your fifty years of growth, it's because of this exercise, if so, I will really be completely disappointed in you, this is the famous ultimate waste wood exercise in the Heavenly Life and Death Gate, collect the traces left by the power, visualize its might, collect its power, illusion its shape, cast a Holy Spirit clone in the spiritual consciousness, with the help of its power, the principle sounds pretty good, but it is simply a lie, the visualization of the Holy Spirit clone, has nothing to do with the power at all, I can't borrow power, it's just that the appearance is similar to the nature of power, and this kind of Holy Spirit doppelganger has a lot of impurities, once there are more than three doppelgangers, there is a danger that the soul will be split, and it is dangerous and impractical......"

Mo Ling, who was casually commenting, suddenly stopped, and he looked ahead in amazement, because one after another Holy Spirit clones came out of the sea of fire, and there were ...... At least more than 100!

These Holy Spirit clones have different postures, different dresses, and even different temperaments and momentum, lifelike, and their eyes have their own majesty!

Mo Ling suddenly lowered his head, looked at Wang Lidao, and asked in disbelief, "Let me ask, are you still in a normal mental state?" Ah, no, are you still Wang Lidao? It won't have been taken away by the Holy Spirit clone! ”

Maintaining a prostrate posture of bowing, still being trampled on the ground by Mo Ling, Wang Lidao suddenly let out a crazy laugh: "I'm normal or not, what do I have to do with you!" I have known the defects of the Heavenly Holy Spirit Dao for a long time, and even you told me this, have you forgotten it? At the beginning, when you commented on the many peerless learnings of the Heavenly Academy, what you despised the most was this flashy Heavenly Holy Spirit Dao, just for this reason, in the past fifty years, I have cultivated this combat skill without hesitation, for this day, in order to use the exercises you despise the most, to completely defeat you! ”

Mo Ling suddenly fell silent, the black sea of fire burned, reflecting his face in a light and dark, no one could see his expression at the moment, and after a long time, he said: "Waste wood, it seems that in the past fifty years, you have been crazy!" Anyway, let this kind of waste wood know that the sky is high and thick, it is the duty of a proud son of the sky like me, come on, hundreds of garbage clones gathered together, it is just a large non-combustible garbage, let me tell you with my fist, how stupid you are! (To be continued.) )