Tianwai Mountain

Clear spring water gently blows through the clouds, and rushes happily in the mountain stream. Because of the extreme cold, the heat emitted by the spring water created a thick fog between the creek and the clouds.

Suddenly, a sword burst out of the fog.

A man stepped on an open-toed leather boot, followed closely behind, hissing and shrill with each breath.

It's as if the lungs are doing futile protests!

Year after year.

Yin Mo looked at the black sword flying in front of him, as if it was yesterday.

He is not a monk yet, so naturally he can't fly with Edgeworth.

The black sword was completely unmanned and autonomous, because there was a "spirit" that ran out of his body possessed it.

"Spirit Grass!"

Yin Mo is very vicissitudes, and the starry eyes under the sword eyebrows are full of melancholy.

The black sword flew sideways against a wall of wind, and the wall was bounced off as soon as the cold snap hit the wind.

Even so, the ink that followed behind was extremely difficult to take every step, slowly crawling forward like a snail.

A long black hair, tied tightly with a yellow band, stood straight behind his head.

Yin Mo closed the red thick rope belt around his waist, and half of the blue robe revealed eight strong abdominal muscles.

The boots were in the charred dirt, and the blue pouch pants were pitch black.

Yin Mo forced himself not to pay attention, and reached out to touch his waist.

There was a pang in my heart.

The yellow wine gourd is empty.

With nowhere to put his hands, he grabbed the saber at his waist.

Through the wind barrier of the black sword, thousands of miles are vast, and birds and beasts are extinct.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz"

The black sword that hit the front suddenly shook and let out a rapid buzz.

"It's finally time to finish. ”

Yin Mo knew that [Allah Magic Lamp] was reminding him that his eyes were shining.

Looking intently, a touch of green appeared in the mountain spring tidal flats.

"Sure enough!"

Ink is overjoyed.

Condensing Spirit Grass, so that the Heavenly Waste Root that cannot store spiritual energy can be qualified to refine qi!

Yin Mo greedily looked at the touch of green, feeling that life had been sublimated.

When he first arrived, the [Spirit] in Yin Mo's body gave him two choices, just like a [Allah Magic Lamp].

Yasuo Skill Template?

Heavenly Spirit Root?

As more than 8,000 games

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Known as the ink of the Yasuo Terminator, is this still an option?

The waves are over, handsome is a lifelong thing, what the hell is Tianlinggen?

Yin Mo got the Wind Blade on his waist, and when he went out to inquire, he found out.

This TM turned out to be a world of cultivation!

As soon as he released his skills, he didn't have the aura sea to store his aura, and it would last no more than three seconds!

What made him desperate the most was that after a set of combos, except for the flying, the skin of the Qi Refiner was not broken.

"It's over, it's all over. ”

As soon as I remembered that I was also a member of the Xiuzhen army, I would be at the peak of my life in the future.

Yin Mo let out a burst of hot air, and his hands swung to his side, gripping the scabbard and hilt of the sword at his waist tightly.

"Step forward~"

Before the words could be spoken, a white figure appeared in front of the Spirit Grass.

Yinmo's movement as he drew his sword froze.

Falling from the sky, in the mountains and clouds outside this sky, he was even more dressed than himself?

The white light gauze cloak top, a white skirt, and the looming curves are extraordinarily enchanting.

"Jin Dan?

The jet-black hair swayed lightly in the wind, and the ink did not have the joy of "Sister Lin fell from the sky".

"Mortal?"

Staring at the green light, it was confirmed that it was the Spirit Grass. Ling Bo finally set his eyes on Yin Mo, who was about to collapse.

Looking at Yin Mo dressed in Yasuo's fancy dress, the two willow leaf thin eyebrows wrinkled subconsciously, and the white hand was as white as jasper gently brushing the spirit grass.

The spirit grass that was as green as congealed fat broke through the soil and flew into the palm of her hand.

The face of the ink has become a bitter gourd.

"Hmm~"

When he found the black sword in front of Yin Mo, Fairy Lingbo was subconsciously alert.

However, Yin Mo's whole body did not fluctuate at all, and Ling Bo's beautiful melon seed face showed a touch of surprise.

"A mortal who is not a Qi Refiner, how can he drive this black sword?"

Originally, she wanted to compensate for Yin Mo with other things, after all, she also suddenly discovered Yin Mo and took the Ning Ling Grass into her pocket.

"Well, I'll give you some martial arts cheats. So that you can become the strongest in the mortal world, and even ensure that you become the emperor of the mortal world!"

Condensing Spirit Grass and other divine objects, although Ling Bo is praised as a fairy. But now that it's in hand, it's really impossible to give it to ink. It is rare to encounter a single plant in the Outer Mountains of the Condensing Spirit Grass for thousands of years, but it can not only change the life against the sky and allow the innate waste spirit root to cultivate, but also make it easier for the Yuan Infant to break through.

Yuan Infant Tribulation, a first-class catastrophe of life and death that accidentally and directly disappeared. However, the Spirit Condensing Grass can make the Jindan monk feel like drinking water, and naturally create a primordial baby.

Extremely depressed, Yin Mo stuck the blade of the wind into the black earth, and slowly pulled out a flute from his arms with a melancholy expression.

The sound of a flute.

Fairy Lingbo was instantly shocked by the melodious and depressed music, and wondered in his heart, is it to give a little condensing grass to the ink!

"Step forward and slash!"

Taking advantage of the sound of Ling Bo's obsessed music, the sword light of Yin Mo peeled through the clouds, and an arc of light slashed through the tip of the sword from which the scabbard was drawn. Yin Mo seemed to be stepping on that sword light and approached Ling Bo directly.

"Hit me - Slash Flash!"

The Lingbo Fairy, who was a little reluctant in his heart, was directly knocked away by Yin Mo's long-planned close-fitting steel slashing lightning, and Yin Mo was forced to choke out a mouthful of old blood without hesitation.

The Wind Blows!

The big move was thrown close to the Ling Bo fairy, and then with a "ah, woo" mouthful, he directly gnawed the spirit grass in Ling Bo's hand and broke it all at the root.

As a Jindan Grand Monk, Ling Bo only felt as if he had been forced by something to enforce some kind of rule.

The body is in a floating state and can't do anything.

I never expected that the blowing of the ink as if it was weak was to confuse myself.

When he saw that the Ning Ling Grass was bitten off by Yin Mo Qigen, he swallowed it directly without even chewing it.

Lingbo Fairy Danfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a pair of slender hands as white as jade appeared next to Yin Mo's throat like tearing space.

Yin Mo's neck was aroused with layers of goosebumps.

"Look for death!"

The original light sound wisps instantly turned into the cold extreme cold of the empty valley.

Yin Mo ignored Ling Bo's deadly hands, and the Spirit Grass rolled down his throat and into his stomach.

"Slash Flash!"

Hearing Yin Mo's shouting moves, Fairy Lingbo was a little crazy. Then her body was forced to float again, only this time it seemed to be applied more than ten times the effect, directly pushing her far away from the ink.

This is really a life-saving character explosion, and this crit moved Yin Mo to the point of almost crying!"

Yin Mo turned around and ran towards the mountains and clouds outside the sky.

I only hope that the woman will not go crazy, and she will not break into the mountains and clouds outside the sky for the sake of him, a little mortal, who is extremely afraid of Yuan Ying.

Fairy Lingbo finally enjoyed the floating state again, and her eyes were staring at Yin Mo's figure.

"Be daring, take my move, if you don't die, I'll let you go. ”

Thinking about the mortal peerless martial arts he had just boasted about, Fairy Lingbo couldn't hold back even if her face was beautiful.

Gritting his silver teeth, he pushed with both hands, and a yin and yang polar pattern with a simple atmosphere floated out of his palm.

The originally calm stream in the clouds, due to the appearance of the yin and yang polar pattern, seemed to be provoked, the dark clouds rolled, and the silver-white thunder arc shrouded the clouds and the stream.

"Go~"

With a flick of his fingertips, the yin and yang pattern moved in the direction of Ling Bo's finger ink, drowning the distance between the ink and Ling Bo with all the thunder light.

"Wind Barrier"

With Yin Mo shouting, the black sword was behind Yin Mo. A wall of wind inspired by the black sword, blocking the ink tightly.

It only lasted for three seconds, and the ink was completely swallowed by the yin and yang rotating Tai Chi, under the violent impact ripples produced by the Wind Barrier and the Tai Chi.

The ink is like a kite with a broken string being washed into the deepest part of the cloud stream in the mountains outside the sky.