The prototype of the Shangli fetal species is full of a mysterious red and gold color.
As soon as it was formed, this mysterious red and gold color emanated from the Shangli fetus, washing away Jun Mo's body, tendons, bones, muscles, and skin.
Jun Mo was almost exactly the same as the previous three times, but he was surprised that the colors were different. This time, Jun Mo was stained into a mysterious red and gold color from inside to outside.
"Haha! OK!"
Jun Mo laughed loudly and said three good words in a row. As soon as the prototype of the Shangli fetal species was formed, the ancient tree's ability to absorb the tree suddenly increased by more than three times, and the surrounding power of sorrow was swept by him and Dogo.
And Kong, countless threads of heart and roots, rushed towards the sacrificial force of ten miles apart, and had to make the last suck, and finally wipe out the power of the sacrificial force and successfully overcome the tribulation!
Rumble!
The sky and the earth suddenly shook, and countless dark space cracks appeared, and even more violent fires burned out of the cracks. The endless power of sorrow formed in the fire, which actually exceeded the absorption speed of the ancient trees of Junmo and Dogo's small war.
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Once these sorrow powers are formed, they will continue to surge towards the sorrow power that has already gathered into a ball. There is a great momentum that they will not gather together, will not descend on the clone of the sorrow god, and will not stop until they start a disaster.
"How can it be!"
Jun Mo sneered in his heart, a large amount of holy water was shaken and absorbed by him again, the intensity of the number of heart-strength silk has been exerted to the extreme, and more sorrowful power was absorbed by the heart-strength silk he emitted, Dogo Small War Ancient
The tree was also unwilling to fall behind and sucked wildly. His many whiskers and trunks and branches all emitted a red and golden luster.
In less than ten breaths, in Jun Mo's sea of consciousness, a pea-sized fetal species that emits a mysterious red and golden color, had already sunk into the bottom and formed.
The earth's Feng Shui and Fire, the wild green and blue sacred, and the four fetal species have gathered together.
However, the fire disaster is not over yet, and it is still continuing. More cracks in the void are breaking open, and a raging fire appears, burning all over the sky and the ground. The power of sorrow is almost endless, facing the sorrow that is still only ten miles apart.
The force groups flowed continuously.
"Damn it, are you still going to join me with me?"
Jun Mo snorted coldly again, red and golden all over his body, and the holy water was scattered and absorbed by him like a small river, filling the loss of his mental power. The endless stream of mental power became more and more crazy, intercepting all the sorrowful power he wanted to gather.
Crazy birth and crazy absorption, Jun Mo and Shang's power seemed to have started an unprecedented competition.
Perhaps, whoever wins and loses depends on who can hold on until the end with a smile!
After dozens of breaths, it was crazy absorbed and passed through.
Jun Mo's eyes had already begun to shine with the mysterious red and golden color of the Shangli fetus, and the Shangli fetus in the real sea of consciousness had risen to the size of a bean, which was more than three times larger than the other three fetus.
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The ancient tree of Dogo Small War, not to mention the roots, trunks, branches, and even every leaf, turned into that mysterious red and gold color.
Boy Dogo, who was also flashing red and gold, stared at his completely red and golden eyes, kicked his breath, covered his bulging belly and shouted: "No, Master, I really can't do it this time.
I'm too full and too full!"
"Shut up! You have to eat it even if you can't eat it. Haven't you seen how powerful this thing is? I'm afraid that once it condenses and forms, the clone and consciousness of the God of Sang come over. I'm afraid you and I will be burned to ashes in an instant!"
Jun Mo roared fiercely, and he shook the holy water of the entire river again, replenishing the consumption, and frantically commanding the endless thread of mental strength, devouring the power of sorrow that was still growing in the depths.
Crazy competition, crazy generation and devouring, Jun Mo seemed to have inadvertently touched a mysterious realm. He even inspired the strongest state from the beginning, and persisted until now, for dozens of breaths.
What is the concept, unimaginable!
Keep such super strong combat power for dozens of breaths anytime, anywhere, even if thousands of saints stand in front of him, Jun Mo has absolute confidence and sweep his sword into two pieces!
Of course, Jun Mo has never thought about these problems at all. He is just gritting his teeth and persevering. He has only one thought in his mind, that is, God of Sang? Come! Come! Come! Come! Come again, and more will be born.
The power of sorrow, I and you are here!
Boom boom boom boom!
Suddenly, the cracks and burning space cracks broke out violently at the same time, giving birth to extremely powerful sorrow. The Junmo and Dogo small war Gu Shu were caught off guard and could not stop it!
"Damn, what does it mean? A shocking explosion? A powerful blow?"
Jun Mo simply waved his hand and restrained his breath with the ancient tree of Dogo's small war, and adjusted the power of sorrow that was so huge that it was about to explode.
These huge powers of sorrow were no longer bound and rushed into the mass of sorrow power of ten miles in an instant. The group of sorrow power of sorrow, which was originally ten miles in an radius, immediately soared to one hundred miles.
And those space cracks disappeared in an instant, and even the fire in the entire space became much dimmed, and no longer produced any trace of sorrow.
"It's indeed the last blow! Unfortunately, I didn't block it, otherwise, hehe!"
Jun Mo knew in his heart.
The fire tribulation has come to an end. There is still a last obstacle to the success of the tribulation, which is the power of sorrow in front of you!
"Hahahaha! I can finally come a little breath!"
A voice that was so heartbroken that it was extremely laughing suddenly came out of the group of fire sacrificial breaths of hundreds of miles.
"Who was over the tribulation just now? Who was over the tribulation? What method did he use to stop the gathering of the power of sorrow, and even my clone and consciousness could not descend! Hey? Damn it, it's you
This weird guy is going through the tribulation? How is it possible? You are the nine-star peak control emperor who is so small that he is not even as good as an ant? How can you go through the tribulation? Damn, this is impossible. It's not you, who is it? Which bastard is here?
I’m kidding with me! Stand up for me. If I don’t beat me, I can’t even recognize your mother. My mother is not a sorrow!"
Angry voices roared, causing a wave of sorrow power within a radius of hundreds of miles. The violent aura raged wildly, and the surrounding fire actually doubled.
"Sheng? The God of Fire!"
Jun Mo's eyes lit up: "Did you just hold a little breath at the last moment? Very good! What else do you have to say, and you will have no chance later!"
"Bold! What are you? You dare to say this to me... Hey, you... Mom, no wonder I think you are weird. There is a trace of sorrow in your body that is wandering! You... You are! Mom's
, bastard! It’s really just a little ant who is overcoming the tribulation! What methods have you used to prevent the gathering of the power of sorrow? Also, how could you have the power of sorrow? Without the permission of me,
No one can have the power of sorrow, even the same is true for me! You cannot have the power of sorrow! Call me from the truth, otherwise, you will burn your body to ashes and your soul will be burned forever.
Absolutely say it and do it!”
The sound of shock and anger shook out from the power of the sect, and the surrounding fire became more and more intense.
"Talk! Next time we meet, prepare more!"
Jun Mo smiled coldly, raised his hand, and billions of hearts rose into the sky...