Chapter 401 Eighteen Divine Inscriptions (I)

Liang Moyu didn't say a word, raised his hand a little, and the golden "color" double wheel that had killed Jupeng appeared, this time the two wheels reversed, and a terrifying dark "color" energy spewed out from the golden wheel and hit a stone dragon.

However, there was a faint light on the stone dragon's body, which was linked to other stone dragons, which was equivalent to all the stone dragons helping it withstand this blow, even if Liang Moyu was strong, this blow could only be futile.

He "rubbed" his body up, and I don't know when, the silver "colored" short "stick" appeared in his hand again, and with a loud roar, a strong silver light burst out from his body, and smashed the "stick" on the top of a stone dragon's head.

"Boom!"

The loud noise shook the sky, Liang Moyu stumbled and fell back, but those stone dragons continued to run wildly without hindrance.

None of the people were willing to sit still, Ling Hugui, Yellowthroat, Yehui and others each made their own moves, and when they came up, they were their strongest attacks.

However, in front of these stone dragons, they were useless at all, and they couldn't even stop their running footsteps for a moment!

Wu Luo's forehead was already sweating, a mortal talisman - he knew the horror of this spirit inscription better than anyone present, could it be that this time, it was really going to fall here?

The more this time, the more calm and calm you are!

Suddenly, those galloping stone dragons slowed down in Wu Luo's eyes, and the roars of anger disappeared, and the river of time seemed to slow down......

Wu Luo entered a kind of mystical realm.

Everyone tried their best, but Liang Moyu stood behind, with no intention of shooting again. Ling Hu was anxious: "What else are you looking at, don't do it quickly!"

Liang Moyu looked at him but smiled. The smile was simple, but the eyes that looked at Ling Hugui were a little complicated.

"I have no hope in this life. ”

It is just six words, but it contains the endless unwillingness and anger in Liang Moyu's heart! He is the second generation of immortals, with a deep background, and he can walk sideways in the Nine Realms Star River. Others seem to have only envy.

But only he knew the bitterness.

Why? Why do I only have the talent for the second grade, and it is difficult to go further and climb to the sky!

Why can't I bear the Fu Yun Immortal Pattern and seal the last shred of hope!

Just because he is only on the second grade, he doesn't know how many people are mocking him and ridiculing him behind his back, he knows all this, he can kill those people, but it doesn't help. In his life, he was stuck in the realm of the second grade.

No matter how majestic he is, no matter how powerful he is, no matter how many immortal pills he has, as long as others say "tiger father and dog son", he will immediately die down and don't need to say anything. A word from someone pierced his death hole.

Liang Moyu is diligent, crazy diligent, even those immortals who have ascended are unimaginable.

He had almost no entertainment, no friends, no lovers—something that his second generation of immortals of his level could hardly imagine.

But such diligence can't get back what he wants.

He hid in the Bingdao Fang, and he didn't dare to go back to see his parents for many years, because he felt guilty!

How many people understand the mood of this?

There is no hope in this life, it is easy to say, and only when you really experience it can you understand the pain - like ten thousand ants devouring the heart!

Ling Hugui looked at him, stunned, and sighed softly.

And Liang Moyu, facing those stone dragons who were rushing wildly, suddenly made an unexpected move: kneel!

He knelt on his knees, pressed his hands to the ground, and kowtowed heavily.

"If Liang Moyu dies, he will die with regrets. Please let go of Liang Moyu's immortal soul and allow me to be reincarnated, if I can ascend to the immortal realm again in the next life, I will definitely avenge my predecessors, find out the gravedigger, and break the corpse into ten thousand pieces!"

He said it to the Dragon Tomb, and he had thought about reincarnation and recultivation before, but the courage required for such a thing as military liberation was not ordinarily huge.

And the situation in front of him spared the pain of Liang Moyu's decision-he couldn't even die if he didn't want to.

On the contrary, he saw a glimmer of hope, reincarnated and rebuilt, maybe he would not be stuck in the realm of the second grade, right?

After praying, he stood up with a face full of reverence.

His legs were separated, facing those stone dragons, and he shook the silver "color" short "stick" in his hand vigorously, and the immortal yuan in his body continued to surge and rise, and with a flick of his fingers, seven points of spiritual light flew into the sky: the second-grade Beidou Immortal Yuan Dan!

He suddenly took a step, just under the first pill 'medicine', opened his mouth and swallowed it, the long whale sucked water, and a faint immortal qi led the pill 'medicine' into his mouth.

Step out of the direction of the Big Dipper, take an elixir at each step, the Seven Stars Yu step with the Big Dipper Immortal Yuan Dan, Liang Moyu's strength has reached a peak after these seven steps!

He still has to make a last effort - not for himself, but for those behind him!

He slowly lifted the short silver "stick" in his hand, and a ball of light as bright as the sun appeared on the top of the short "stick". Liang Moyu's figure disappeared from the spot, and almost at the same time, he appeared in front of a stone dragon and struck out with a fierce "stick" - breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat, either he smashed the stone dragon or the stone dragon knocked him away!

"Boom!"

There was a dull loud noise, and everyone only felt as if there were tons of water pressing on the eardrums, which was very painful. Liang Moyu's short "stick" is full of light, but it gives people the feeling of a praying mantis arm blocking the car, he is alone, against the entire Dragon Tomb, although he has tried his best, it is still difficult to succeed.

"Boom ......"

The powerful power exploded, and Liang Moyu was bleeding from his seven orifices, and he had already fainted when he flew out. Those stone dragons only paused for a moment, and then continued to gallop wildly.

Yellowthroat roared: "Fight!" rushed forward with the dart masters. Nightglow lowered her body, like a leopard that would pounce at any moment. A pair of eyes stared at the galloping stone dragon in front of him, turning the despair in his heart into ferocity. On the tip of his nose, sweat fell drop by drop.

All the people are already crazy, this is the last moment, everyone can't see hope, but if they don't let go, they will never be reconciled!

All this, in Wu Luo's eyes, the speed became extremely slow, and he could even see that when Ling Hugui rushed forward, every sweat 'hair' on his skin made various swings because of the change in the airflow.

I can also see the trajectory of every silk thread of the clothes on Ling Hu's body when his eyes widened and he sprinted.

The stone dragon is terrifying, condenses all the power of the dragon tomb, and is invincible.

The people who rushed up were all knocked out, screaming again and again, in addition to pain, there was also unwillingness!

Wu Luo's "chest", a little blue light flashed, echoing a blue "colored" silkworm cocoon in the depths of his consciousness - the blue "colored" silkworm cocoon was the spiritual text that Wu Luo obtained in the "jade" iron forest field, the number was too large, and it was wrapped in the blue butterfly mark.

At this time, this blue "colored" silkworm cocoon suddenly cracked a crack, and the meaning of golden light came out of it, Wu Luofu to the heart, raised his hand a little, and in an instant, countless fingers crossed in the air, and a faint divine text appeared, turning into a pale white "color" light film, slowly covering the entire tomb "cave".

"Whew-"

Everyone clearly felt that a force swept in front of them, and many negative emotions disappeared without a trace at that moment, and at the same time, the divine text sank under the ground, and the entire dragon tomb shook slightly, gradually calming down.

The stone dragon gasped heavily, as if it was alive, and the super attack "sex" gradually retreated, and they also slowly retreated, merging into the stone wall one by one.

The entire underground plaza has been restored to its previous appearance.

Wu Luo was already tired and collapsed, and fell down softly, and Lei Guo and Zhao Xiaoxiao on both sides hurriedly supported him. Wu Luo smiled bitterly, pointed to Liang Moyu, who was still unconscious on the ground, and said, "Hurry up and wake him up, this guy has an elixir!"

Everyone was more or less injured, and hurriedly went to save Liang Moyu, Wu Luo "revealed" a smile, tiredness hit, and his head was crooked and he fainted.

......

In the darkness, there were constantly clusters of light shining, and each ball of light contained a huge divine text. Wu Luo felt that his Yuan Soul, in such a constant burst of light, was like a fire in the storm, which could be extinguished at any time!

All the divine texts were lit up, forty-nine in all. Then start from the beginning again and shine again.

In this way, it takes 7749 times to be considered complete.

In the darkness of consciousness, a little blue light lit up again. Soon the blue light began to flood, filling the entire sea of consciousness. Against such a blue background, Wu Luo didn't know why, but he began to recall those divine texts. He didn't remember one, and against the background of the blue "color", there would be that divine text lit up.

Until the seventeenth, it seems a little difficult. However, he still succeeded in lighting up the eighteenth divine text. Subsequently, no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer remember the nineteenth divine text.

Wu Luo's Yuan Soul was still working hard, and he didn't know why he was so unwilling? The remaining thirty-one spirit texts were clearly in front of him, but he couldn't remember them.

Thinking about it desperately like this, the consumption of the Yuan Soul was extremely high, and it didn't take long for him to be exhausted.

In the blue light, there was an incomprehensible sigh, Wu Luo was startled, but the blue light was receding like a tide, and he opened his eyes and woke up.

"Sir, you're awake!" A surprised voice came, Wu Luo looked at it, it was Zhao Xiaoxiao, and couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Why are you ......?"

Wu Luo's eyes were full of blood, and although he had been asleep for a long time, there was no sign of recovery.

Zhao Xiaoxiao was embarrassed by the sentence "Why are you", and stood aside and didn't know what to do. Wu Luo looked around, almost everyone was meditating cross-legged and recuperating from their injuries, only Zhao Xiaoxiao was by his side.

Her face was paler than usual. Wu Luo looked at it again, she subconsciously hid her hand back, but Wu Luo had already seen it, and one of her palms had been broken.

Wu Luo's heart warmed, and he propped himself up: "I'm fine, you can also go and heal." ”

Zhao Xiaoxiao stubbornly shook her head: "No, I will at least wait until the head of the sect or No. 7 wakes up to replace me......" She noticed Wu Luo's eyes and changed her words: "Thunder." ”

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