Fix your sister's fairy

"What to do with them?" Mo Yi held a turquoise blue spar in his hand and kept tossing it, and the brilliant blue color of the spar also decreased with each Mo Yi's throwing, he was absorbing the aura in the spar.

Zhang Batu completely emptied the airship, and even the hedron on the top of all the magicians' wands was snatched by him, so it can be said that this magic airship has nothing to be nostalgic for them except for its own value.

"Little Brother Mo, what do you think?" Zhang Batu glanced at the squatting crowd and asked, "I heard that the exercises you practice can take people from cultivation to creation, why don't you solve them?"

"No, I'm not a demon, if it weren't for so many people who came to provoke me with a purpose, where would I kill again, in fact, I am still quite kind by nature. Mo Yi shrugged his shoulders and refused, casually took the last wisp of light blue in the spar in his hand, and threw the white empty shell spar onto the deck and shattered it into slag.

Zhang Batu sighed, he said in his heart that if you are kind, you will have a ghost, it is rumored that the corpse of the mountain is thousands of kilometers without a trace of blood, is it a 017 fake? It can create more than a thousand dried corpses, suck thousands of people to cultivate qi and blood, this kind of feat has caught up with the first battle of the Blood Demon Venerable.

At the same time, Zhang Batu also had some palpitations about Mo Yi, because he really couldn't figure out the upper line of the opponent's strength, thinking that the other party was likely to have sucked away the cultivation qi and blood of thousands of people, plus he had cultivated in the Tiangu Sect of the Ten Great Immortal Sects, his strength should be in the already terrifying realm, and he might be able to catch up with the suppressed cultivators in this world.

"Then let them go, we monks shouldn't cause too much killing, it's against the peace of heaven. Sima Fu Yun glanced at the crowd on the deck, looked at Mo Yi and Zhang Batu, and suggested out loud.

"Yes, if we don't kill people, whether we can survive for a month or not, and it depends on their luck and chance to leave the abyss of all worlds. Zhang Batu clasped his hands and nodded, agreeing to the proposal.

Mo Yi also nodded in agreement when he saw this, after killing and absorbing two of them in the foundation building period, the huge gray ocean in his qi sea was still unwavered, and the excess mana was absorbed by the black hole in the center of the ocean, which made him a little troubled.

You must know that the representative of breaking through the vast period is to condense a cyclone, the more cyclones condensed during the vast period, the more refined the cultivation is, usually the vast period is divided into three large and small levels: Tuohai, immeasurable, Tiangong, and at this time, Zhang Batu was also suppressed to the realm of Tiangong, which is the peak of the vast period as ordinary people say.

The three small realms of Tuohai, Wuliang, and Heavenly Palace, one step at a time, and the number of cyclones in every small realm gap is enough to make countless monks who try to cross the level challenge die without a place to be buried.

In order to enter the sea expansion period, it is necessary to condense more than one cyclone, and after the condensation is successful, the cyclone will continue to generate endless mana, and it can also channel mana into the body to fly. Instead, it needs to condense more than ten cyclones, and the Heavenly Palace is ten times that of the heavens, a hundred!

When the cyclone condenses to one hundred, the cyclone can be accommodated together, and the ditch Xuanmen will turn the cyclone into a waterfall sprinkled from the sky, like the return of the ruins of the sea, and prove the way to return to the ruins of the next great realm!

But when Mo Ye was advancing in the Immortal Collection, he was accidentally destroyed by the way of annihilation and destroyed the condensed cyclone, resulting in the current situation in the Qi Sea is extremely strange, and no matter how much Spirit Eight or Nine inhales it, it will also be inhaled by the black hole in the center of the gray ocean, and it is difficult to cultivate, which makes Mo Yi have a headache.

"I need to try the condensation cyclone again, but the aura that is needed by that black is estimated to increase geometrically, and this time I don't want to have the Holy Mountain Saintess as a power bank like last time." Mo Yi grabbed another spar and ran the Blood Shadow Demon Skill and began to suck (CFED) and put it away, although the improvement in cultivation was almost minimal, but this would make him feel very fulfilled, like a foodie always having a bag of potato chips in his hand.

Another drained spar fell in front of Old John, his face was pale and unsightly, the high-grade magic core was enough to supply a five-ring monk to practice for a whole day, but in the hands of the masked man in front of him, he couldn't withstand it for a few minutes, and he was still absorbing it?

"Let's go, while other civilizations haven't discovered this place yet, let's hurry into the ancient city. Zhang Batu shook his coat, and the blood axe was placed at his feet and dragged him out of the ship's side.

"Let's go. Mo Yi glanced at the magicians, and he couldn't tell whether it was pity or indifference, they had lost everything to rely on to save their lives, how long could they live in this abyss of ten thousand worlds with only the magic airship?

You can't hold a grudge against anyone, the weak eat the strong, it's just natural selection.

"That'...... That, Brother Mo. The expression on Sima Fu Yun's face was a little unnatural, Mo Yi stood behind him, and the two stepped on the flying sword, but the flying sword did not move for a long time.

"Just call me Moyi, I don't want a third person to know about my identity. Mo Yi said.

"Oh...... Okay, Brother Moyi, that ...... Can you not ......" Sima Fu Yun was a little speechless, his eyes constantly glancing at Mo Yi's hand on his shoulder.

Mo Yi only then realized what the other party was afraid of, his name seemed to have become a bloodthirsty demon king after not knowing which rumors were transmitted, and the qi and blood of the creatures that were touched would be unconsciously sucked away, and when the person concerned reacted, his cultivation had fallen sharply and was close to death.

"If you don't believe it or not, I'll turn you into a human being. Mo Yi's face turned black and his hands pressed on Sima Fu Yun's shoulders, and the frightened other party immediately took off the airship with his sword, and flew towards the airship at great speed.

On the magic airship, Old John looked at the backs of the two people leaving on the flying sword, he stood up tremblingly, trembling uncontrollably, the magicians on the entire airship staggered, and there were constantly magicians cursing Mo Yi and the others loudly, and the anger was unprecedentedly high, but what was condensed in the air was more of a sense of prostration for the rest of his life.

"Merlin bless, what a glorious time your old man has been able to talk and exchange magical experiences with these creatures. Old John touched his right hand on his left and right shoulders and forehead in turn, and finally folded his hands together and closed his eyes in a trembling prayer.

The magic airship moved slowly, and sailed away from the airspace as fast as they could, and despite their surprising anger, they were so secretive about everything that happened here that they were terrified, and even thought that they would not want to come here again for the rest of their lives.

The three words "Immortal Civilization" will accompany everyone for a lifetime like a nightmare. _

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