Chapter 276 Emergency Support
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Guo Yan Yun Yan Feng Ling
Chapter 276 Emergency Support
Simply tasting the newly brewed peach blossom wine, smelling the fragrance of peach blossoms, and occasionally letting the peach blossoms rain, the mood becomes more and more wonderful.
Marshmallow will come to Jian Jian every day to show the progress of her transformation. Although it is a little unsatisfactory, but each time Jian Jian mainly encourages her, and she can't discourage others' enthusiasm.
Since that day when Mo Ran decided to go out with Jian Jian, he followed Jian Jian every step of the way. Jian Jian had no choice but to take out a fist-sized magic crystal from the storage ring and let the other party refine it first.
Mo Ran felt the energy in the magic crystal, and curled up with the magic crystal to refine it, but it was not too far from simplicity.
Jian Jian didn't use spells to dissolve the drunkenness, and put himself in a slightly drunk state, blowing the wind comfortably, letting himself relax.
When resting with eyes closed, the simple soul is separated from the body, and the soul that has become somewhat solidified due to cultivation is floating in the space of Magnolia.
It passed the bamboo house for a while, flew over the grassland for a while, and finally stayed in the mountains.
The soul slowly attached to the peach blossom tree, looking at himself under the tree from the perspective of the peach tree, with a peaceful face, as if he had a dream and fell asleep.
If Mo Ran noticed something, he left his feet and started to swim around the peach blossom tree.
The simple soul grinned, left the peach blossom tree, and attached to a butterfly again, flying from one flower to another, only staying on the most beautiful flower.
In the end, he simply attached himself to a willow tree seed, and fell into the canyon with the catkins, and then took root.
The long growth process begins.
Simply as a seed, it falls into the soil, then takes root and sprouts, pulling out two young leaves, followed by more leaves.
Every leaf is bathed in the sun, exposed to wind and sun, the veins of each leaf become clearer, and the trunk of the willow tree becomes stronger and stronger.
After experiencing the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the willow tree has grown into a sturdy adult tree, and the rings on the trunk indicate its maturity.
On windy days, catkins fly over the mountains and plains with their seeds, land again, take root and sprout again, and go round and round again, endlessly.
After experiencing these things, the simple soul transformed from a willow tree into a soul state, frightened away the birds and insects that fell on her, and returned to her body in an instant.
Opening his eyes again, he was still under the peach blossom tree, and Mo Ran under his feet raised his head and glanced at Jian Jian, before continuing to coil his magic crystal.
"It's a clever one!"
After this separation of mind and soul in the space, Jian Jian's comprehension of the distraction period has improved to a higher level, and the comprehension of the law of time has also touched the threshold.
The harvest was quite fruitful, Jian Jian didn't insist on cultivation any more, but drank a little wine comfortably, enjoying the rare tranquility in the space.
Mosu was running ice-type exercises in his practice room, and he had been consciously compressing his cultivation before.
The main reason is to make the foundation more solid, and it is also because of the pure yin body, although it is compatible with the exercises, it makes him even colder.
Before coming, Palace Master Mo Lie also suggested that finding him a female cultivator with a pure yang body to practice together would be more effective with half the effort.
However, female cultivators with a pure yin body are easy to find in the world, but female cultivators with a pure yang body are not.
Miao Yunrong's sun-burning body has been artificially planted and has been abolished. Besides, a fake is a fake and can never become real.
This matter was also stranded because of an accident in Minggu. Mo Su himself did not expect that his cultivation base would grow so fast in Minggu. Every time when the moon was full and overcast, it was the most tormenting time.
At this time, he has to run his exercises to suppress the pure yin pressure of his physical energy. Among them, Mo Yue, who is the most sensitive, seems to have noticed it.
Whenever he wanted to take a break, the other party always smiled meaningfully at him. Several times he wanted to ask the other party what he knew, but in the end he didn't ask.
Asking is tantamount to admitting one's weakness, which is a taboo for monks, and each time a few people tacitly take that time to rest for themselves, which can be regarded as alleviating their embarrassment.
After running the exercises for a week to calm down the breath in his body, Mo Su got up, opened the formation, and waited for the mad king of life and death who came to report on time.
This guy is now a frequent visitor to the Tianmo Palace. Ever since he heard Mo Yi's words, he wanted to see Mo Yue even more, and insisted on asking for advice in person.
Mo Yi called himself cheap, said something he shouldn't have said, and was annoyed every day, so he went to retreat directly, and blamed Mo Su.
Mo Su is the least talkative among them, and has a poisonous tongue. I believe he can handle it, but Mo Su doesn't take the other party seriously at all. Come whenever you come, I will entertain you with tea and wine, and leave whenever you leave, and no one will keep you.
It made it difficult for the life and death madman to come to the door every day. After all, he also had to lead a team to kill insects, so he changed it to once a week and came to the door on time.
Today happened to be the seventh day, and Mo Su opened the prohibition of his own cave, and just as he took out the tea leaves, someone pulled the array plate.
Without raising his head, Mo Su opened the entrance with a wave of his hand.
"Fellow Daoists of the Heavenly Demon Palace, please quickly arrange personnel to support the front. The Zerg seems to have assembled a large force this time, and they are going to attack the barriers we have set up now."
This time the Mad Monarch's face was also extremely serious, nothing made him more uncomfortable than his own sect's need for support.
The territory laid down by the Tianmo Palace could not be kept by himself, and he encountered a counterattack. Losing the territory was even more embarrassing. In this case, he decisively chose to ask for help.
When Mo Su heard this, he simply waved his hand to put away the teacup, and popped out two balls of magic energy to hit the moving peaks of Mo Yue and Mo Yi respectively.
Directly transmit voice to the resident Tianmo Palace monks:
"The monks of Tianmo Palace gathered quickly and went to the front to support."
The monks of the Heavenly Demon Palace in the resident gathered in the open space quietly and orderly after receiving the order.
Simply, the consciousness outside was touched, knowing that something happened, and with a wave of the sleeve robe, Mo Ran was absorbed in it, and the person had already flashed out of the space.
Scanning the situation outside with his spiritual sense, he knew that there was a change in the battle in Minggu ahead, and he stepped out, and he had come to Mo Su's side, and Mo Yi also appeared on the other side at the same time.
The few people just nodded at the mad king of life and death, and each led their people out of the station, and quickly ran to the front of the battle.
When advancing, several people were still transmitting voices with their spiritual consciousness:
"It's only been half a month! Why did you get counterattacked? Brother, you haven't retreated, do you know what's going on?"
"If you want me to say, it's not that they are not capable enough, and let the Zerg take advantage of the loophole."
Mo Yi always has something to say.
"I don't know, I only knew after I went to see it."
Mozu has always been concise and clear.
When the few people arrived with the monks from the Heavenly Demon Palace, what they saw was a chaotic battle scene, injured monks could be seen everywhere, and screams could be heard endlessly.
He frowns at a simple glance, there is really no trick at all, but the Zerg are cooperating on the ground and in the air, and there are black beetle larvae ready to rush into the monk's sea of consciousness to parasitize at any time.
"The monks of the Heavenly Demon Palace listen to the order and form a formation! The monks of the Transformation God each lead a group and break through the opponent's attacking team first!"
"Yes"
As the order was issued, ten teams of ten people pressed towards the center of the battle in the direction of the nine palaces, and another group was in the center to support all parties at any time.
The simple magic moon slash has transformed into thousands, and the first thing to be eliminated is the black beetle larva flying all over the field.
"Magic Moon Colorful" With the flying of the magic moon, the black beetle corpses fell like rain.
(End of this chapter)
Simply tasting the newly brewed peach blossom wine, smelling the fragrance of peach blossoms, and occasionally letting the peach blossoms rain, the mood becomes more and more wonderful.
Marshmallow will come to Jian Jian every day to show the progress of her transformation. Although it is a little unsatisfactory, but each time Jian Jian mainly encourages her, and she can't discourage others' enthusiasm.
Since that day when Mo Ran decided to go out with Jian Jian, he followed Jian Jian every step of the way. Jian Jian had no choice but to take out a fist-sized magic crystal from the storage ring and let the other party refine it first.
Mo Ran felt the energy in the magic crystal, and curled up with the magic crystal to refine it, but it was not too far from simplicity.
Jian Jian didn't use spells to dissolve the drunkenness, and put himself in a slightly drunk state, blowing the wind comfortably, letting himself relax.
When resting with eyes closed, the simple soul is separated from the body, and the soul that has become somewhat solidified due to cultivation is floating in the space of Magnolia.
It passed the bamboo house for a while, flew over the grassland for a while, and finally stayed in the mountains.
The soul slowly attached to the peach blossom tree, looking at himself under the tree from the perspective of the peach tree, with a peaceful face, as if he had a dream and fell asleep.
If Mo Ran noticed something, he left his feet and started to swim around the peach blossom tree.
The simple soul grinned, left the peach blossom tree, and attached to a butterfly again, flying from one flower to another, only staying on the most beautiful flower.
In the end, he simply attached himself to a willow tree seed, and fell into the canyon with the catkins, and then took root.
The long growth process begins.
Simply as a seed, it falls into the soil, then takes root and sprouts, pulling out two young leaves, followed by more leaves.
Every leaf is bathed in the sun, exposed to wind and sun, the veins of each leaf become clearer, and the trunk of the willow tree becomes stronger and stronger.
After experiencing the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the willow tree has grown into a sturdy adult tree, and the rings on the trunk indicate its maturity.
On windy days, catkins fly over the mountains and plains with their seeds, land again, take root and sprout again, and go round and round again, endlessly.
After experiencing these things, the simple soul transformed from a willow tree into a soul state, frightened away the birds and insects that fell on her, and returned to her body in an instant.
Opening his eyes again, he was still under the peach blossom tree, and Mo Ran under his feet raised his head and glanced at Jian Jian, before continuing to coil his magic crystal.
"It's a clever one!"
After this separation of mind and soul in the space, Jian Jian's comprehension of the distraction period has improved to a higher level, and the comprehension of the law of time has also touched the threshold.
The harvest was quite fruitful, Jian Jian didn't insist on cultivation any more, but drank a little wine comfortably, enjoying the rare tranquility in the space.
Mosu was running ice-type exercises in his practice room, and he had been consciously compressing his cultivation before.
The main reason is to make the foundation more solid, and it is also because of the pure yin body, although it is compatible with the exercises, it makes him even colder.
Before coming, Palace Master Mo Lie also suggested that finding him a female cultivator with a pure yang body to practice together would be more effective with half the effort.
However, female cultivators with a pure yin body are easy to find in the world, but female cultivators with a pure yang body are not.
Miao Yunrong's sun-burning body has been artificially planted and has been abolished. Besides, a fake is a fake and can never become real.
This matter was also stranded because of an accident in Minggu. Mo Su himself did not expect that his cultivation base would grow so fast in Minggu. Every time when the moon was full and overcast, it was the most tormenting time.
At this time, he has to run his exercises to suppress the pure yin pressure of his physical energy. Among them, Mo Yue, who is the most sensitive, seems to have noticed it.
Whenever he wanted to take a break, the other party always smiled meaningfully at him. Several times he wanted to ask the other party what he knew, but in the end he didn't ask.
Asking is tantamount to admitting one's weakness, which is a taboo for monks, and each time a few people tacitly take that time to rest for themselves, which can be regarded as alleviating their embarrassment.
After running the exercises for a week to calm down the breath in his body, Mo Su got up, opened the formation, and waited for the mad king of life and death who came to report on time.
This guy is now a frequent visitor to the Tianmo Palace. Ever since he heard Mo Yi's words, he wanted to see Mo Yue even more, and insisted on asking for advice in person.
Mo Yi called himself cheap, said something he shouldn't have said, and was annoyed every day, so he went to retreat directly, and blamed Mo Su.
Mo Su is the least talkative among them, and has a poisonous tongue. I believe he can handle it, but Mo Su doesn't take the other party seriously at all. Come whenever you come, I will entertain you with tea and wine, and leave whenever you leave, and no one will keep you.
It made it difficult for the life and death madman to come to the door every day. After all, he also had to lead a team to kill insects, so he changed it to once a week and came to the door on time.
Today happened to be the seventh day, and Mo Su opened the prohibition of his own cave, and just as he took out the tea leaves, someone pulled the array plate.
Without raising his head, Mo Su opened the entrance with a wave of his hand.
"Fellow Daoists of the Heavenly Demon Palace, please quickly arrange personnel to support the front. The Zerg seems to have assembled a large force this time, and they are going to attack the barriers we have set up now."
This time the Mad Monarch's face was also extremely serious, nothing made him more uncomfortable than his own sect's need for support.
The territory laid down by the Tianmo Palace could not be kept by himself, and he encountered a counterattack. Losing the territory was even more embarrassing. In this case, he decisively chose to ask for help.
When Mo Su heard this, he simply waved his hand to put away the teacup, and popped out two balls of magic energy to hit the moving peaks of Mo Yue and Mo Yi respectively.
Directly transmit voice to the resident Tianmo Palace monks:
"The monks of Tianmo Palace gathered quickly and went to the front to support."
The monks of the Heavenly Demon Palace in the resident gathered in the open space quietly and orderly after receiving the order.
Simply, the consciousness outside was touched, knowing that something happened, and with a wave of the sleeve robe, Mo Ran was absorbed in it, and the person had already flashed out of the space.
Scanning the situation outside with his spiritual sense, he knew that there was a change in the battle in Minggu ahead, and he stepped out, and he had come to Mo Su's side, and Mo Yi also appeared on the other side at the same time.
The few people just nodded at the mad king of life and death, and each led their people out of the station, and quickly ran to the front of the battle.
When advancing, several people were still transmitting voices with their spiritual consciousness:
"It's only been half a month! Why did you get counterattacked? Brother, you haven't retreated, do you know what's going on?"
"If you want me to say, it's not that they are not capable enough, and let the Zerg take advantage of the loophole."
Mo Yi always has something to say.
"I don't know, I only knew after I went to see it."
Mozu has always been concise and clear.
When the few people arrived with the monks from the Heavenly Demon Palace, what they saw was a chaotic battle scene, injured monks could be seen everywhere, and screams could be heard endlessly.
He frowns at a simple glance, there is really no trick at all, but the Zerg are cooperating on the ground and in the air, and there are black beetle larvae ready to rush into the monk's sea of consciousness to parasitize at any time.
"The monks of the Heavenly Demon Palace listen to the order and form a formation! The monks of the Transformation God each lead a group and break through the opponent's attacking team first!"
"Yes"
As the order was issued, ten teams of ten people pressed towards the center of the battle in the direction of the nine palaces, and another group was in the center to support all parties at any time.
The simple magic moon slash has transformed into thousands, and the first thing to be eliminated is the black beetle larva flying all over the field.
"Magic Moon Colorful" With the flying of the magic moon, the black beetle corpses fell like rain.
(End of this chapter)
