World of Cultivation

"Senior brother, are you feeling unwell?" Xiaoguo struggled for a long time, but couldn't help but ask.

"It's okay." Zuo Mo responded with a hoarse voice and continued walking forward.

Xiao Guo looked at Zuo Mo worriedly, and plucked up the courage to say, "Senior brother, if you are not in good health, you can do it another day."

"I said it's okay, it's okay!" Zuo Mo glared at Xiao Guo.

Xiaoguo couldn't help but shrink back again, but still said: "But, senior sister said, the body is the most important thing."

Zuo Mo decided to shut up and not argue with this girl. He really didn't have the energy. No matter who is split into half by the sword intent released by the golden elixir cultivator, he will never still have strength.

Pu Yao is a madman! This absolute lunatic!

Uncle Xin Yan's sword intent was far beyond his ability to bear. Every time he faced this white and awe-inspiring sword intent, he felt like he was on the verge of death. The deep fear rising from the deepest part of his heart made him tremble. The gap between the two sides is so huge that there is no suspense. Zuo Mo could only feel this kind of fear before death for a very short moment. Then, his consciousness would be easily cut in half, and the only result would be to faint.

But soon he will wake up again because of pain! The severe pain of injured consciousness will wake him up.

All he could do was grit his teeth and get up and run the "Fetal Breath Refining God". Only this thing could repair his consciousness and alleviate the pain.

Before he could take a breath, another sword intent fell from the sky, and Zuo Mo fell into unconsciousness again.

Just like this, he was beheaded, comatose, and woke up from pain... over and over again. At the end of the day, he would be comatose dozens of times. It is conceivable that his condition could get better?

If he had time, he would even doubt himself whether he could survive until that day. However, Pu Yao didn't even give him this time, and the pain was so painful that he became numb afterwards.

It wasn't until Xiaoguo came to see him that Pu Yao let him go temporarily.

Xiaoguo came to him and asked him to help look at the spiritual grass. The last weed incident caused all the girls in Dongfeng to break out in a cold sweat. Li Yingfeng became an inner sect disciple and worshiped under the Yan Le sect. In addition to practicing, she also had to learn from her master how to manage the sect's industry and had no time to come to Dongfeng. However, they still remembered Zuo Mo, the zombie senior brother, and before Li Yingfeng left, he specially greeted him, hoping that he could help these female disciples.

Every once in a while, they would pull Zuo Mo over and check the spiritual grass.

There are no major problems with the Ling Cao, except for a few problems caused by improper operation. For Zuo Mo, who grows Linggu, these are some simple and basic questions. These female disciples still focus most of their energy on how to cultivate spiritual beasts. Planting spiritual grass is just to provide food for spiritual beasts, so it is very rough and not taken care of very much.

Seeing Lingtian being so ruined, Zuo Mo felt a little distressed. If these spiritual fields were planted with spiritual valleys, how many spar would there be?

"Senior brother, these little things are not worth much. They are our wishes. Please accept them, senior brother."

A female disciple handed over a gift that she had prepared long ago.

He understood the thoughts of these female disciples. No matter where they are, female disciples are always at a disadvantage, especially outer sect female disciples like them. Li Yingfeng is gone and has no time to take care of them. They need someone who can protect them. It's no wonder that these female disciples are generally at the fifth or sixth level of Qi refining, and they don't have anyone to take on big responsibilities.

Zuo Mo thought for a while and accepted the gift. Although this matter is a bit troublesome, if there is really any trouble, I believe Li Yingfeng will never sit idly by.

Seeing Zuo Mo accept the gift, all the female disciples finally showed expressions of relief.

It's not easy for everyone to survive, Zuo Mo thought silently.

When I got home, I opened the gift box, which contained various spiritual insects and beasts. For example, mud-turning earthworms are not even of the highest grade. Most of them are first-grade ones, and there are only one or two of second-grade ones. However, it can be seen that these spiritual insects and beasts have put some thought into them. Although they are not of high grade, they are relatively practical.

Pu Yao suddenly appeared and squatted in front of these spiritual insects and beasts: "Speaking of playing with insects, tsk tsk, we demons are the ancestors in this area.

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He flipped through these spiritual insects casually and was very disappointed: "They are all low-grade goods, worthless."

Zuo Mo was quite speechless, but couldn't help but said: "They are just outer disciples, how can they get high-end goods?"

Pu Yao picked up one, put it in front of his eyes for a while, and then threw it in front of Zuo Mo: "Here, this one's qualifications are barely average. Throw away the others."

The one chosen by Pu Yao was a black beetle, slightly larger than a thumb. After flipping through the jade slips they provided, I found out that the black beetle was called the Black Gold Insect. It likes to eat gold and iron, and its elytra can be sold for a good price. In addition, it is said that it can be used to find water sources.

Zuo Mo was a little disappointed. The black gold bug didn't have much practical value to him.

Pu Yao was obviously interested in these bugs and said with great interest: "There is a lot of detail in playing with bugs, especially the techniques, which vary from person to person. I have seen a master of bug playing before, called Taoist Blood Mosquito. This guy is really amazing. . He somehow refined countless souls, placed them on a group of blood mosquitoes, and then traveled through hundreds of realms, leaving a few blood mosquitoes in every realm. His enemy led a group of people and chased him countless times, forcing him to kill him. Don’t kill him.”

"I have played with black gold bugs before, but they are not this kind of crappy stuff. The low-quality ones are of no use. The real purpose of this thing is to find spiritual veins..."

"Spiritual vein?" Zuo Mo asked suspiciously, "Isn't it used to find water sources?"

"Water source?" Pu Yao sneered: "Don't pretend to understand if you don't understand. Those are low-grade black gold insects. Black gold insects of fourth grade and above can find spiritual veins, and seventh-grade ones can find spiritual sources. Hey, it's only ninth-grade. That’s the real good stuff. As for the tenth-grade ones, I’ve never seen them.”

He continued: "When choosing spiritual insects, you must choose those with good qualifications. You are like this black gold insect. If you raise it properly, you can advance to the fourth level. Others can only advance to the third level."

"Well, how can this black gold insect be promoted to the fourth level?" Zuo Mo humbly asked for advice in a flattering tone.

The fourth-grade black gold insect can search for spiritual veins... This is an unparalleled temptation for Zuo Mo.

Pu Yao did not embarrass him this time, and said happily: "It's very simple. Isn't there a small piece of spiritual vein in your quiet chamber? Put this black gold insect and a piece of red gold stone in a jade box, and bury it in this piece of spiritual vein." Around. In one month, it should be able to rise to the third level. It is estimated that it will take three months to rise to the fourth level."

"Okay, let's continue." Pu Yao waved his hand and said impatiently.

Before he finished speaking, a snow-white sword intent easily cut Zuo Mo's consciousness in half again. Still remembering what Pu Yao said just now, Zuo Mo passed out immediately.

I don't know how long it took, but severe pain woke Zuo Mo up again. Zuo Mo's first thought when he woke up was, have you remembered how to upgrade the black gold bug to level four?

Fortunately, I remembered it!

it hurts! He couldn't help but howl and writhe on the ground.

Why did it become painful?

The tearing pain tortured his fragile nerves, and he could only run "Fetal Breath Refining God". A ball of breath circulates endlessly in the body, with a hint of coolness, as if it is inhaled from the acupoints all over the body, and then dispersed throughout the body.

With the flames in the sea of ​​consciousness hunting, the dim star in the void seemed to become much brighter, and the alluring sea of ​​fire could not take away its brilliance.

Coma, wake up with pain, coma again, wake up with pain again...

The time given to Zuo Mo for enlightenment was extremely short every time, and he was cut down hundreds of times, but he gritted his teeth and persisted.

"Pain is the most delicious thing in the world. You should taste it carefully and enjoy it. The delicious and sweet taste will penetrate into your bone marrow and even your soul will tremble!" Pu Yao stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips. Youran said: "Death is like fireworks, but you can continue to experience this blooming process. How lucky you are!"

Dead shemale!

Zuo Mo was chanting, but his eyes were wide open, staring at the snow-white sword intent that was as fast as lightning!

Knowing how painful it was to come, it was just like Pu Yao said, his soul was trembling. Even though he had been beheaded so many times, he still felt fear every time he faced that snow-white beast, an unparalleled fear. When he was awake, he didn't dare to recall at all. He was afraid that any recollection would cause his fragile psychological defense to collapse instantly.

His trembling ribbed body was like grass that could break at any time in a storm in the dark night. He might fall down in the next second.

But his eyes were firmly fixed on the front!

The direction where the snow-white sword will appear.

However, how could he clearly see the sword intent of Master Xin Yan?

The two couldn't be more different. Master Xin Yan is a dignified Jindan cultivator, a sword cultivator that even Tian Songzi admires, but Zuo Mo is just an outer disciple at the eighth level of Qi refining stage; Master Xin Yan has been immersed in flying swords for more than two hundred years. And Zuo Mo has never even learned the most basic sword techniques.

It all seemed in vain.

However, he was still trembling and staring straight ahead, subconsciously cursing "dead man, dead man, dead man".

The snow is as white as snow and the light is dazzling, like the Milky Way pouring up from the sky!

Zuo Mo suddenly tried his best to open his eyes wide. At this moment, his body stopped shaking and the murmuring in his mouth disappeared. The whole world is a vast expanse of snow, and he needs to search hard in this vast expanse of snow to find the essence of this sword intention.

The time given to him was very short, not even a blink of an eye.

He is like a crazy gambler, but he bets on a chance that is not even one in ten thousand.

However, he had no choice, no retreat.

The pupils suddenly dilated before they could recover.

Oh, the snow-white sword intent cut Zuo Mo in half without any hindrance.

I don't know how long it took, but the severe pain still woke Zuo Mo up. Zuo Mo opened his eyes and wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, but when it reached his mouth, it turned into a moan.

"Hiss! It hurts!" "Ah!"

Struggling to get up, enduring the severe pain, he ran the "Fetal Breath Refining God".

A bit of coolness spreads into the body, and the pain immediately subsides a lot.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of ecstasy! My QT room is open! Fang Xiang’s official QT room number [9177] click to enter