Bang Bang Bang ......

Without warning, a rapid and dense pop like fried beans sounded, and with Zuo Mo's hands as the starting point, the exploding snow foam spread rapidly towards both ends of the river at an alarming speed. When it spread to the very end, there was a bang, an even more violent explosion, and the entire river exploded into countless snow-white foams as fine as fog and dust.

Zuo Mo's figure was immediately swallowed by the exploding water foam.

The sky is full of fine snow-white foam, like snowflakes blowing away, poignant and gorgeous.

Such a beautiful picture in front of them is destined to stay in the minds of the onlookers forever, the desolate silent void, the snowflakes swirling and scattering, everything is so intoxicating.

Not only the banshees, but also the banshees who only worship strength, were also shocked by the sight.

However, they quickly broke free from the shock, and the dead silence of Mo Shui Mingkong was suddenly ignited, and the roar suddenly drowned all the demons, and the demons couldn't hear others' words at all, and they couldn't even hear what they were saying, but they couldn't help but spit out a series of words desperately in their mouths.

"Oh my God, what did I just see? Who can tell me?"

"It's crazy! It's crazy!"

"Impossible, this is impossible! This is the water demon technique of Lord Qianliu! The water demon technique of Lord Qianliu......" A male demon held his head and looked at the field blankly, muttering speechlessly.

Leng Yu and Jiang Zheng looked at the field in despair, the strength in their bodies seemed to be drained, and they didn't even have the strength to speak.

Compared to the shocked and unbelievable banshees, the banshees were all excited and excited.

"Oh, so handsome! Who knows who this guy is? I'm going to chase him, it's so handsome, it's so charming!" a glamorous banshee blushed and spoke incoherently.

"So beautiful, he must be a romantic demon!" the other banshee had a look of intoxication and a nymphomaniac.

Nan Yue, who was also very excited, was suddenly scorched by this sentence, and her hairs stood on end. Immediately, I couldn't help but mutter, if an adult heard this, I don't know how to react.

This thought flashed through her mind, and she pressed the excitement in her heart, recalling the magic that the adult had just cast. She was very familiar with the little witchcraft, and as long as she saw it, she could quickly point out what kind of little witchcraft it was.

But the light shrouded in the palm of the adult's hand just now was completely different from the light of the little demon magic she had seen. Could it be that the adults have used a new hex?

This doubt flashed through her mind.

She shook her head, her instinct telling her that the adults were still using small witchcraft. Although she didn't recognize those strange lights, there was a faint sense of familiarity.

Her pupils widened, and she thought of a possibility.

If the speed of the little demon spell is fast enough, it can break through the normal barrier......

Master Qianliu's water demon technique was broken, and the impact on the demons was far greater than the previous fireball being scattered. Lord Qianliu was still young when he set Mo Shui Mingkong, but the male demon in the field just now knew at a glance that he was by no means old.

It was only after that prison breaking battle that Lord Qianliu established his name as a thousand streams.

It is foreseeable that no matter whether the young banshee in the field finally completes the battle to break the prison or not, this battle is enough to make this mysterious banshee famous all over the world.

Before, everyone thought that Zuo Mo's challenge to Master Qianliu's water demon technique was so arrogant, but now many demons have seriously thought about Zuo Mo's chances of winning in their hearts.

With just one blow, they understood that the mysterious young banshee in the field had the potential to be not inferior to that of Kongming Qianliu.

The world is crazy.

The legend that only exists in the legend really happened in front of his eyes, and the unreal feeling of being like a dream made many demons even a little trance for a while.

With a bitter smile in his bare mouth, he knew that his calculation had failed. Nan Yue, a strange cousin, is not sure where he will go in the future, but the strength he shows at this time is not inferior to that of the young Kongming Qianliu.

With such an infinite amount of genius in the future, how could the little Purple Lotus Demon Technique Mansion be able to recruit it?

"Strange cousin isn't just weird, it's a bit level!" the dryad exclaimed heartlessly, as if he had just seen what was just an ordinary game in the house.

Each flower in the flower demon's body turned over neatly, as if countless pairs of eyes rolled in unison.

And the other students on the side couldn't help but be disgusted by the dryad's off-line behavior: "Shut up!"

Before, they felt that Zuo Mo's actions were full of self-esteem, but now in their hearts, Zuo Mo has risen to the height of worship. In their opinion, even the governor of the Purple Lotus Demon Mansion, he may not be qualified to evaluate Zuo Mo, what kind of green onion is the Tree Demon?

The dryad waved the branch in surprise, "Don't you think so? It's weird! It's a little level! It's weird! How can you be more strange than your strange cousin......

At this moment, even the other demons on the side who were about to laugh at a few words suddenly saw the situation clearly and shrank back.

Competing with this kind of off-line guy is uncomfortable with himself.

The fine snow foam fluttering in the sky has not yet been blown away, and there is a series of popping sounds, and layers of snow-white air waves are surging. The attention of the demons was immediately attracted, and they could only hear the explosion sound in the field, and the thick snow-white water foam completely enveloped the entire prison battlefield, and no demon could see Zuo Mo's figure clearly.

But these explosions are enough to prove that Zuo Mo is still in the field.

Zuo Mo was on a rampage, his eyes red, screaming like a wild beast, and as soon as he found a river, he would immediately pounce on it.

He tirelessly searched for the next river, and kept cracking it, becoming more and more proficient and more efficient. Later, he was able to find a breakthrough even before the first waves of those rivers arrived. It's like solving a problem, although the problem is ever-changing, but as the proficiency increases, the thinking becomes clearer, and it will naturally become more comfortable.

He didn't have the idea of saving face for the other party at all, and there was only one thought in his mind.

If you dare to beat your brother, you will all die!

Extinguish, extinguish, extinguish, all extinguish!

The intertwined rivers continue to burst into clouds of snow foam.

When the last river was cracked, and in the snow foam airflow, Zuo Mo's eyes widened, looking around, looking for the next target. But when the consciousness dispersed, I found that it seemed to have all been solved.

It's all solved?

That's gone?

The fine foam of water hit his face, cold and cold, the temperature of his hot brain couldn't help but drop, and the evil breath in his chest had already been almost vented. There was a bit of unfinished expression on his face, and the hearty cracking of the final crack made him addicted.

Who would have thought that when you were having fun, the goal was gone.

Suddenly, a slow and warm breath suddenly burst out of the void. The flying and surging snow-white droplets seemed to suddenly come to life, and they slowed down until they settled in the void.

This breath is not strong, there is no domineering spirit that dominates the world, it is warm and not showy, but it is extremely thick, like a boundless ocean, so vast that it makes people feel awe. In this warm and vast atmosphere, a wisp of vitality, like the newborn sun, seems to be slowly rising from the horizontal plane.

As soon as the breath appeared, it enveloped the entire Moshui Mingkong, enveloping every demon in the Moshui Mingkong.

"Is this the breath of water?" Leng Yu stretched out his palm, as if trying to grasp the breath, and muttered to himself.

All the demons who cultivated the water demon art had solemn expressions on their faces at this time, and they opened their arms, as if they wanted to plunge into the vast aura.

And a demon like Chi, who cultivates fire demon arts, is like sitting on pins and needles at this time, and unconsciously, a layer of fine beads of sweat appears on his forehead.

Water breath is one of the origins of comprehension after cultivating water demon art to reach the profound realm. There are many kinds of little demon techniques, and the water demon techniques practiced by each demon are different, and the water breath they comprehend will also be different. The demon who comprehended the water breath performed the water demon technique, which was far more powerful than the ordinary water demon technique.

As the cultivation continues to deepen, the comprehension of the water breath will continue to change, and the comprehended water breath will become more and more perfect, and the understanding of the water demon art will become more and more profound.

Comprehending the breath of water is the most important sign that a cultivator of water demon has a deep understanding of water. Countless demons who have practiced water demon art for decades have not comprehended water demon art.

It is not surprising that Lord Chiryu comprehended the breath of water when he was young, nor did it surprise the demons. However, the characteristics of the water breath of Lord Qianliu made every demon feel awe.

Vast and vibrant!

The more profound the demons in water demon arts, the more frightened they are. Shouldn't this kind of high-level law only appear on those old demons who have been cultivating for hundreds of years?

Zuo Mo was also taken aback.

He is very familiar with the water technique, although the water method is completely different from the water demon technique, but the origin of water will not change. There is nothing domineering about this breath, but it is extremely pure.

An unprecedented sense of danger enveloped Zuo Mo in every pore of his body.

He was not a young brother who had just entered the battlefield, and as soon as this breath appeared, he immediately understood the terrifying power contained in its warmth and peace.

It's like a basin of ice water poured from head to toe, and it's cold.

Zuo Mo found that in front of this vast and vibrant aura, he was as small as dust.

As small as dust......

Zuo Mo's bloodshot eyes suddenly lit up with a little light, like a little candle flame lit in the distance of the wilderness. He tilted his face up and looked straight ahead, as if to pierce the thick, condensed snow-white foam in front of him.

He smiled suddenly, with the demeanor of a supreme master, full of light and light flavor.

The corners of the mouth are curled wider and wider, grinning to the root of the ear, revealing snow-white neat and sharp teeth, but the tone that pops out is diametrically opposed to the smile of Yun Danfeng, gritting teeth, exuding naked hideousness.

"Brother hates others endlessly!"

The murderous Zuo Mo began to move wildly.

The golden light flashed on his back, and a pair of pale golden transparent wings flashed. Countless golden rays as thin as hair, along the soles of Zuo Mo's legs, wound upward, until they wrapped his entire leg, and the golden threads tightened violently, like leggings.

Bright and void wings, golden black feet!

Immediately after, countless thunderbolts appeared, floating around Zuo Mo, forming a thick thunder net.

Yang Gang Thunder!

A full hundred and eight Yang Gang Thunder!

After doing all this, Zuo Mo didn't raise his head, and his hands began to move with great difficulty! My QT room is open! Fang Xiang official QT room number [9177]