Five spiritual tattoos, the perfect weapon!
Su Mo was overjoyed.
There are three small characters engraved on the bow.
Moon-covering bow
Then Sue ink heart move light yi.
Behind the three small characters, there is even a faint light, which is hard to detect under the cover of five spiritual lines.
"This is …"
Congenital tattoo!
Su Mo felt a shock in his heart.
He finally white stone top there will be a crack like that.
According to this crack, the direction is exactly the trajectory of the moon. Every night, the moonlight will fall on this big bow to nourish and moisten!
There may be a reason why the owner of the abode of fairies and immortals acted in such a rich environment in the ancient battlefield.
He wants Li Yuehua and ancient reiki to nourish an innate spirit!
Unfortunately, this congenital spiritual tattoo has not really taken shape, which can be regarded as nourishing half.
This moon-shielding bow can be regarded as a quasi-congenital horoscope.
Just then, Su Mo’s warning signs flashed in her heart, and she felt a burning eye coming over like a thorn in her back.
There seems to be a sudden silence in the stone room.
The moonlight bow flashed five flashes, and the exposure to the eyes of many monks attracted everyone’s attention!
Perfect spirit!
Even then real people will fight bloody battles!
No one is talking, everyone is breathing heavily …
Chapter three hundred and fifty-three Yan Yuewei
"kill!"
Finally, a friar pressed the impatient first hand to pinch the spirit tactic and pointed towards Su Mo.
Whoo!
A hot fireball came against my face.
Bang bang!
The sword sounded everywhere, and several flashes flashed. In an instant, there was a man referred to by the stone firm but gentle sword-Su Mo!
The monks came from different regions and clans, but at this moment they were tacitly United.
Such a secret offensive seems to everyone that even the six-vein foundation is mortal!
The hot fireball galloped and half of the gas was already burning and making a crackling sound.
Bang!
Su Mo suddenly stretched out his palm and wrapped his arm around a series of thunder lights, scratching the oncoming fireball with a palm.
The palm of your hand is safe!
This level of spiritual roots can’t threaten Su Mo. It’s almost the same if the seven-pulse preconditions are released.
Seeing this, many monks’ pupils contracted slightly.
Then everyone flowers at the moment.
Sue ink figure has disappeared in situ.