"What's going on with that?"

kept warning himself in his heart that the other party was very likely to harbor evil intentions, Lu Mo regained consciousness as soon as he lost his mind, his expression turned cold, and said, "Is there anything else to talk about?"

"Hmm...... What?" Zuo Gongming didn't react for a while, and asked rhetorically.

Lu Mo clenched his fists slightly, as a way of making up for it after talking to the other party, and said: "I have nothing to do with you, and I won't surrender, since I have nothing to do, I will leave." ”

After speaking, he raised his legs and turned around to leave, but behind him, Zuo Gongming's face changed slightly, and he shouted in an anxious voice.

"Wait, the old man has something to say. ”

Lu Mo turned his head helplessly, looked at him with cold eyes, and did not say a word.

Zuo Gongming thought for a while and said, "Since you insist on refusing to surrender, can you make an agreement with the old man?"

This sentence, he almost said in a pleading tone, Lu Mo was both surprised and amused, and reluctantly said: "You speak, I don't promise to agree." ”

Zuo Gongming breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Don't worry, you will only feel advantageous in this matter, and there is no reason to refuse." ”

"Don't say I'm gone. Lu Mo had already decided that most of this person had some problems in his head, and his expression became more and more impatient.

Zuo Gongming raised his hand and made a gesture of no urgency, and said seriously: "The old man and you agreed to help each other once, how about it?"

"......" Lu Mo became a silent lamb, and after a while, he reached out and touched his ears, only to realize that he had heard correctly.

"How?" asked Zuo Gongming.

"If I'm not mistaken, you mean ......"

"That's right, that's what it means!"

"What do you mean?"

"That's what you mean!"

"Really?"

"Really. ”

“weishenme？”

"The law of fate, the old man believes in the law of fate. Zuo Gongming replied.

"Well, this thing seems to be ......"

Lu Mo thought suspiciously for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "A word is out." ”

"It's hard to chase the horse!" Zuo Gongming immediately interjected.

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The first day after the war. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the demon cultivator met many eloquent people near the defense line and took the initiative to send out invitations, the content was almost the same, and the purpose was very consistent, all of them came to persuade him to surrender.

Obviously, the Lord is very generous in letting go of his worth. After the demonstration, he began to show grace, and his subordinates performed the art of attacking the heart, and the success was the best, and it didn't matter if it didn't work, wasting a few drops of saliva could get unexpected results, why not.

For this kind of "offensive", there is nothing too haode can be done by the demon cultivator, and people can't always keep an eye on each other, because if they do that. Maybe he fell into the trap of the demon hunter and messed up without a fight.

"It's kind of interesting, the old man has lived for more than a thousand years, and it's the first time he has experienced this kind of thing. The old man looked emotional, as if he was sighing for his wasted years, and missed a lot of strange things in the world.

"Mortal means. The strong man said disdainfully.

"What works is what works. Elder Mu said solemnly.

Among all the people who encountered similar situations, Lu Mo was undoubtedly the most special one, after returning to the station. The Bloody Killing Son did not hide it in the slightest, and reported the conversation to several bigwigs word for word. It has attracted a lot of thought.

The old man seems to have read it in a certain classic, but unfortunately it is a fragment, so he hasn't paid much attention to it. Elder Mu said.

"The formation is a secondary matter, the key is this person's intentions, as well as Lu Mo's holy son......" Yun Li stopped talking, his gaze turned from Lu Mo to Heavenly Oracle. I seem to want to ask him for a divination.

The withered lips of the Heavenly Oracle moved, and said: "The theory of fate is indeed a kind of arithmetic practice, as small as one person and one thing, as big as the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao. All of them can be interpreted according to the law of fate. It's just that this kind of practice is not as easy to master as he said, but more complicated and changeable. ”

Looking at the dazed crowd, he explained: "Peeping into the sky is the avenue, focusing on the whole, only looking at the trend and the general outline; At the beginning, the old man was new to arithmetic, and he was bent on seeking the opportunity of the Heavenly Dao, and he had a shallow taste of the cultivation of the Dependent Law, which could not be compared with that person. ”

He said it very seriously, and everyone listened very carefully, but the result was not very cute, and the summary is: there is no way to confirm the old man's words.

Elder Mu thought for a moment and said, "The old man thinks it's strange, Zuo Gongming and Lu Mo's Holy Son made a covenant of mutual assistance, aren't they afraid of offending Lord Luosang Ling?"

The others nodded their heads one after another, all expressing their puzzlement about this matter, but the Heavenly Oracle disagreed, and said: "Although I am not good at the study of the fate law, I also know some superficial truths, and the mutual aid covenant only takes effect when they are in contact with each other, which is not a big deal. For example, if the person present captures that person, and it is known to Lu Mo's Holy Son, he can ignore it, and there is no need to worry about the revolt of the oath. The reverse is also true, as long as Zuo Gongming explains clearly, the Lord should not be counted. ”

Everyone was stunned, and the strong man heard some taste, and said suspiciously: "If you say this, does that old guy think that he will one day fall into the hands of Lu Mo's holy son, so he ......?"

The people around him smiled bitterly when they heard this, thinking to themselves what this is called! I heard Lu Mo's holy son say that the person's cultivation is above the great cultivator, and he doesn't mention the current situation, and waits until Lu Mo has the ability to catch him......

Lu Mo listened on the side, a little embarrassed on his indifferent face, and he couldn't help but regret a little in his heart, why did he say everything in one move and be laughed at in vain.

"This matter is not worth delving too deeply, don't think about it anymore, the three-day appointment is approaching, you might as well spend more energy on defense, so as to increase some certainty. ”

Elder Tianyu said lightly, announcing the end of this fate discussion meeting, and everyone restrained their hearts and said goodbye one after another, but they didn't notice that the old man's lowered eyes were deep in thought, and his hands trembled slightly.

"Fate, fate, is actually a sign of luck, Lu Mo's fate is indeed what I have seen, but luck is not vigorous. ”

"Could it be that he is not referring to Lu Mo, but to ......?"

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The outside of the mountain is busy, and the people under the mountain are not idle, and the thirteen Lang, who has arranged the "aftermath" to nourish his spirit, is full of confidence and ready to break the formation, and the result is ......

According to Biluo, when breaking the formation, Thirteen Lang had to attack and disperse the power of the statue's suppression, but also have to be careful not to let it be the main target, because those suppressed statues have endured countless years of impact. has been weakened to the brink of collapse, and they still regard four-legged as their first choice, and they can distinguish the ability to deal with Thirteen Lang less than one in ten, so they should be more calm.

However, in fact, Thirteen Lang had just set foot in the formation arena, and he encountered unexpected difficulties before he even made his first attack. Almost died on the spot.

The four-legged formation space of the seal is not big, it is not small to say small, there are always three or four hundred meters wide, Thirteen Lang considered that he was not good at learning, and his cultivation was limited, and if the distance was too far, both mana control and spell casting accuracy were insufficient, so he took advantage of the gap between the two star arrays with the idea of tricks. Bring each other closer.

The moment his left foot stepped on the altar, Thirteen Lang's heart suddenly chilled, as if countless pairs of hungry and murderous eyes were staring at him at the same time, and he suddenly felt a sense of horror.

At this moment, no matter how clever the guidance is, the only thing he can rely on is his own reaction and strength; without any hesitation, the moment the warning appeared, Thirteen Lang's eyes were slightly cold. His feet have changed to pedaling, and his body is like an arrow from a string shooting backwards. At the same time, with a wave of both hands, the remaining more than 200 demon souls were dispatched by the whole army, and the five fingers of the left hand popped out countless forbidden rings like a splash of wind, laying down layer after layer of protection.

At that moment, because the fluctuations were too violent, what was presented was an almost frozen picture. It was as if countless figures overlapped in the air, creating a human-shaped bridge, and if it weren't for the rubbing of the garment against the surrounding air, no one would believe that it was the image of someone retreating.

"Squeak!"

Only a scream of thousands of condensed sounds was heard in his ears, and Thirteen Lang's premonition became a reality, on the nearest statue. The crimson rays that were originally wrapped in layers like silkworm cocoons suddenly exploded, turning into bats with sharp teeth and pointed feet, and the red clouds flew towards Shisanlang, and its speed was comparable to that of a fat tongue.

"Be careful, it's a four-legged claw!"

Biluo's exclamation has not yet fallen, the situation in the field has undergone a fundamental change, the demon soul team that still has the strength to deal with the fire monster before, just one face has been pierced out of countless holes, the black gas is like the white snow under the spring sun keeps dissipating, although the roar roars and frantically counterattacks, but where can they get the other party's cent.

You must know that the demon soul is known for its speed because of its invisible body, but when facing these fire bats, it is like a bulky brute bull facing a pack of wolves, which is not a level at all.

In the mortal world, there is a saying that only fast is not broken, although it is exaggerated, but it also points out some facts. For demon beasts that rely on physical combat and rely on claws and fangs to achieve victory, if they are invincible, they can attack and defend freely, no matter whether the attack is strong or weak, they will always be able to benefit.

What's more, the attacks of those fire bats are not only strong, but also have a ferocity and greed that makes people chill from the bottom of their hearts; they are originally a mutant of fire spirits, and they have absorbed fire poison for many years under the influence of four legs, and they can become the most docile pigs, and they can also become the most ferocious hungry wolves.

Tasting the taste of Dao Demon Soul for the first time, the fire bat soon discovered that these illusory things actually had extremely pure soul origins, although the number was small, but they were the things that naturally generated spirit bodies were lacking, how could they not be crazy about it.

"Squeak!"

In the scream, many fire bats sensed a more obvious target, and their fiery eyes turned in the direction of Thirteen Lang, greed spreading.

They could feel that in the body of a creature they had never seen before, there was an aura that these demon souls could not match, which made their souls tremble with excitement, and there was a liliang in the underworld that summoned them, and also reminded them not to entangle with these illusory things around them, and the center of gravity should be that human, that person with a fatal attraction to every hair!

"Whoosh!", the five red shadows were the first to rush towards Thirteen Lang's body, their small mouths open as if they were about to swallow a cow, and the two rows of sharp and tight fangs shone red, like two hell gates.

Their claws are very strange, one is stretched forward normally, and the other is upside down, as if a rake is dragging behind them, not clumsy, but even more hideous.

"Bang!"

Another black cloud exploded, enveloping the five fire bats in it, and for the first time since his debut, Shisanro used his strongest means without directly fighting the other party, which shows how shocked he was.

"You're upside down. Thirteen Lang scolded Biluo mercilessly, raised his hand and tapped lightly.

"Definitely!"

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