Jun Mo let out a long breath and restored his just-expanded strength to the point of his life. He did not dare to trigger a disaster in the strongest state, with an increase of more than 10,000 times. I am afraid that before the disaster came, he was shocked to death by the violent aura.
It's gray.
To cause disasters, it must be controlled within a controllable range.
Now, it is time to reach the last step, collect the power of sorrow and form the fetal seed of sorrow!
Boom boom boom boom!
The three-color aura of yellow, green and blue suddenly soared into the sky. The aura of the three fetal species of earth Feng Shui, all containing a trace of divine power, was released unscrupulously by Jun Mo following his own aura.
With Jun Mo's current strength, the disasters triggered under normal circumstances can completely attract a trace of divine power of fire. However, Jun Mo was worried that the divine power he attracted was not enough, so he inspired the breath of the three fetal species of Earth Feng Shui.
With the help of the divine power of the three fetal species, more divine power of fire was attracted.
Fire, the power of sorrow, the breath of fire sorrow!
Huh! The blue water suddenly started to burn out of thin air, igniting red flames, like fuel oil, and instantly spread to the entire water.
The entire central stadium was like a huge dry firewood mountain, burning like this.
But, in fact, it is water burning!
The fire disaster came, and even the water burned, spreading instantly, endlessly, burning the entire sky red.
"Damn it!"
Jun Mo's heart thumped. This was the first time he had seen a fire that could even burn water.
Is this the Fire Tribulation? It’s so awesome!
However, Jun Mo had already realized the saint's sorrow power, and the burning fire did not threaten him at all. Even if he stood there motionless, the fire could not hurt him at all.
Outside the field, everyone was so shocked that they stood up when they saw a fire suddenly ignited in the blue water.
"My heaven, the catastrophe of fire, am I dazzled?"
"Oh my God! How is this possible? How long has the water disaster started? Is it going to have dozens of breaths? It's over?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. I have survived the water disaster for dozens of breaths, no more than one hundred breaths at most. This is impossible."
"I can be sure first. This kid must be the reincarnation of the Blue God, otherwise, it would be impossible to survive the water disaster so quickly!"
"I feel the same way after hearing what you said. It's so scary. This is not something that humans can do! You might as well kill me by waving your knife for dozens of breaths!"
"Yes, yes, this guy is right. This is definitely not something that humans can do. This kid is definitely not a human! It's incredible!"
"A miracle can only be said to be a miracle!"
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Everyone was shocked. The heads of the aristocratic families in the highest stands, even the heads of the top ten, and the seniors of the Hua family who came from behind, widened their eyes incredibly, except for the mysterious brother below, and others with their faces.
Although there was shock, there were more surprises, excitement and ecstasy.
Jun Mo was unaware of the performance of everyone. He was sitting upright in the endless water, watching the sky and sea of fire burning.
Fire, the power of sorrow, the power of sorrow.
In Jun Mo's powerful spiritual perception, a trace of it was generated from the burning sea of fire, and then these sorrowful forces gathered towards an invisible existence in the sea of fire.
This is the first time Jun Mo has used his spiritual consciousness to sense the generation of disasters from the beginning, and he has instantly gained enlightenment.
The reason why these tragedy forces gather towards an invisible existence in the sea of fire should be the same as the three Feng Shui disasters in the previous area. These blood-red and thin lines of tragedy forces must first form a ball and then condense the so-called fire.
The God of Sorrow clone, thought, and then test, recognize or eliminate, and eliminate those who have passed the tribulation.
So that's it, so that's it!
Jun Mo laughed in his heart. At only the first glance, he seemed to have mastered the laws of disasters.
Since you want to gather and then take some actions of this young master, in order to avoid trouble, there is no need for you to collect it after you gather!
With a light wave, the blue-powered fetal species in the sea of consciousness flashed, and a blue-gold light burst out. The water burning in the sky and the ground disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never appeared before, and the only thing left was fire.
The huge fire! The huge fire that even the air can burn, huh, burned the entire central field while the water disappeared.
The disaster of fire came in an instant.
More red blood-red and sad powers were generated in the blazing fire, gathering towards an invisible existence in the sea of fire.
Jun Mo clearly saw that the invisible existence had gathered a group of sorrowful powers of ten miles in a radius, and densely packed and endless sorrowful powers of sorrow, rushing away.
Jun Mo roared suddenly, and the three super flower protection skills were activated at the same time. With the nine firm and powerful heartbeats, his strength instantly soared more than 12,000 times, reaching an unprecedented peak.
Yes, Jun Mo refined too much holy water during the tribulation, and could gather into a river, and his strength had to be improved.
Every drop of holy water is equivalent to a tree king crystal. Under normal circumstances, Jun Mo can easily wave his hand to create a one-star venerable. In the strongest state, his consumption is always as direct as a small river.
Only by shaking and absorbing can it provide its huge consumption.
Only Jun Mo can use such a luxurious and special purpose, called others, and such a massive amount of holy water, I have long known how many nine-star peak venerables have been piled up.
How many drips of water are there in a river? Who can calculate it clearly? Therefore, this is incalculable.
Similarly, at this time, Jun Mo shook again, and a holy water like a river was shaken away by him and sent to all parts of his body, ready to take action.
"Extremely silk-wrapped hands!"
Jun Mo waved his hand fiercely, and countless dense silks of heart force soared from his body and entangled towards the power of sorrow in the sea of fire.
"Haha! The young master is indeed very insightful. He absorbed all the gathering power of sorrow at the beginning. This disaster is completely useless!"
Boy Dogo stood on the island in the heart of the Holy Water Lake and danced excitedly. The ancient tree of the little war swayed, and more endless roots radiated into the void, rushed out of Junmo's body, rushed into the sea of fire, for a trace of
The power of sorrow is to suck it hard.
"Yes, but unfortunately I got it a little late. Otherwise, from the beginning of the Earth Calamity, I should have used the strongest momentum to stimulate the disaster and gain more power of Earth Feng Shui and Fire!"
Jun Mo nodded, and his heart-strength silk quickly passed through the sea of fire, wrapped in a trace of blood-red sorrow. The roots of the ancient war tree hidden in his heart-strength silk were just like this, squeaking, like eating noodles.
, swallow the power of sorrow.
A large amount of ancient fiery red sorrow rose from the lush green branches of the ancient trees of the Dogo War, rushed into Junmo's body, and then poured into the sea of consciousness.
Jun Mo clearly saw the pure power of ancient fiery red emanating from the sea of consciousness, more and more.
Buzz!
Finally, the "Blossom Protection Book" emitted a vibration and roar in expectations, condensing the sorrowful power in the entire sea of consciousness into a prototype of a sorrowful fetal species as big as a mung bean.