World of Cultivation

Su suddenly moved to Luo Li's side, and Luo Li was secretly wary.

"Are you Zuo Mo's senior brother?" Su decided to do it on his own, but the zombie hasn't even reacted at all yet. A zombie can be indifferent to victory, but she can't.

"Yeah." Luo Li hummed somewhat unexpectedly.

"One for each person." Su spoke very quickly: "I pick Gui Feng."

Luo Li was even more surprised. Could he be Zuo Mo's friend? Is it true or false? His mind was spinning rapidly, weighing the pros and cons.

He was secretly on guard, but he said without hesitation: "Okay, I'll pick the guy with the yellow face." Although he couldn't tell whether it was true or false, it was not harmful to him from any angle.

The two sides are in contact at the touch of a button.

The other three people could also hear the conversation between the two clearly.

Chang Heng was indifferent, the yellow-faced man smiled, and Guifeng disappeared directly on the spot.

Everyone had a tacit understanding in their hearts, and they each looked for a place to catch fire, but Chang Heng stayed where he was, looking up at the halos above his head and lost in thought.

Zuo Mo ignored what was happening in the formation. Once he made up his mind, he did not waver.

The injuries in his body had a great impact on him, and the spiritual power in his body was a little sluggish. After practicing "Fetal Breath Refining God", he had not experienced the pain of injured consciousness for a long time. But in the previous two battles, even his best skill, the divine sense, was not immune.

This is the result of fighting across realms. Even with the help of the power of the talisman formation, he is still inevitably injured.

But if you just look at it from the surface, no one would think that he has damaged the meridians and internal organs. His eyes were focused and peaceful, clear and tranquil, without a trace of distracting thoughts. Although his fingering was not as fast as lightning as before, it was still like flowing clouds and flowing water, giving people another sense of beauty.

In the sky, the Wuling San people couldn't help but sigh: "This child will definitely become a great weapon!"

Wei Fei also showed admiration: "I am proud to be able to block the three powerful swords of Nanmen Yang and seriously injure Zong Mingyan with my foundation-building cultivation! God really loves Wukong Jianmen very much. One Wei Sheng, one Zuo Mo, Worry-free for a hundred years!”

For some reason, Wuling Sanren suddenly sighed: "It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time! How could the eggs be completed after the nest was overturned? It would be a pity if such a talent died young!"

Wei Fei laughed loudly: "I disagree with the San people. It is precisely because they have outstanding talents that they need more training. Heroes emerge from troubled times! Without troubled times, it is difficult to find heroes!"

Wuling Sanren heard this and laughed at themselves: "Brother Wei is right, I am getting old, I am indeed getting old."

With no distracting thoughts in his heart, no desire to win or lose, and being as peaceful as one, Zuo Mo's formation speed unexpectedly increased greatly without even realizing it. There is almost no need to think, the material slides through the fingers, and the formula takes shape naturally, smoothly and smoothly.

Not long after, the seventy-two sub-formations of the Sky Ring and Moon Ming Formation were completed!

He stared blankly at the completed formation in front of him, somewhat unbelievable and somewhat thoughtful.

After a hard battle and being seriously injured, he woke up from a coma, and his mood changed from agitated to peaceful. At the beginning, he was full of expectations and fiercely seeking victory, but then his hopes were shattered and he only wanted to hurt the enemy. Now he is focused on nothing else and has no thoughts of victory or defeat. In a short period of time, he seems to have experienced a long time.

He stood blankly in the formation, as motionless as a clay sculpture.

At the top of the main peak, the battle between Wei Sheng and Gu Rongping continued.

Wei Sheng's vision was filled with blood and blurred. He had countless sword wounds all over his body, and the blood soaked his clothes, and his face was blurred, making him look like a bloody man!

Many spectators watching the competition couldn't bear to watch anymore. Even Tiansongzi couldn't help but ran over and asked if the competition should be stopped. Pei Yuanran did not stop the competition, but he clenched his fists and dug his nails deeply into his flesh without realizing it.

Gu Rongping was not having a good time either. He had three sword marks on his body. The three sword marks were not deep, but the blood was still soaking a large area on his chest. His sword intention was still as unconstrained and traceless as before, but the onlookers could still easily detect his weakness.

No one would think that Gu Rongping was not strong enough. After fighting hard for such a long time, it was only natural for him to become weak.

Gu Rongping also knew that his situation was getting worse and worse.

But he couldn't help it. An hour ago, Wei Sheng was already bruised and shaky, but an hour later, Wei Sheng was still struggling to hold on. It seemed like he might fall down at any time, but he didn't fall down. Every time Gu Rongping thought that if he applied more force, he would be able to defeat the opponent, but when he exerted his strength, he found that there was nothing gained except leaving a sword wound on the opponent's body, and the opponent could still block it.

Before Wei Sheng fell, Gu Rongping found himself in trouble without knowing it.

The three sword wounds on his body are evidence of this.

His sword technique is like peeling off a cocoon, creating a large net to trap the opponent, and then slowly wearing away the opponent's strength, causing the opponent to lose all space and suffocate to death. He successfully trapped his opponent, but his opponent did not stop struggling.

The two sides reached a stalemate. The opponent's tenacity far exceeded his expectations. His spiritual power was rapidly draining away, and his sword gradually lost its sharpness. His movements began to become sluggish, and the opponent seized on his flaw to counterattack!

The longer the time went on, the heavier the fear in Gu Rongping's heart became.

Wei Sheng is like a tireless beast, more like a talisman soldier who has no life and knows no pain. The sword light passed over his body, and apart from hearing his groan and seeing the splash of blood, it could no longer be seen that it had any impact on him.

In the war between hunters and beasts, hunters gradually lose their advantage.

Zuo Mo's flow of talisman formations made everyone feel gorgeous and dazzling, which was surprising. But the battle between Wei Sheng and Gu Rongping shocked everyone, shocking from the depths of their souls!

As time passed by, the voices of discussion became smaller and smaller, and the intolerance in the eyes of many people became stronger and stronger.

He looked at a bloody man covered in blood, fighting and struggling without saying a word. The figure flying in the air was teetering, and the blood flowing all over his body was dripping from the air.

No one was in the mood to talk.

Although Wei Sheng has not yet won, in everyone's eyes, only this figure covered in blood is seen.

The battle in Songtao Pavilion is still going on. The Tianhuan Yueming Formation attracted the vast majority of experts and cheered many people. Many people thought that their chances of entering the top ten would be greatly increased. However, the development of things was completely opposite to what they imagined.

Without the deterrence of the masters, many cultivators who originally planned to hide their figures lost pressure and patience. They no longer hid in corners, and the fighting became more intense.

However, no one dares to get close to the Tianhuan Yueming Formation, and no one dares to get close to the main peak.

The Tianhuan Yueming Formation is like a mysterious monster with its mouth wide open. No one knows what is going on inside. And the fierce battle between the two people on the main peak made all the cultivators in Songtao Pavilion who witnessed it feel fear, deep fear!

Even the judges in Songtao Pavilion were all focused on these two areas, wishing that all other battles would end immediately.

Zuo Mo felt as if he had fallen into a huge gray bubble. He was filled with strange gray matter up, down, left and right.

Although he was wearing spirit armor, the spirit armor did not give him any sense of isolation. He seemed to be naked and immersed in gray matter. It couldn't be called warm, nor could it be called cold. It was a very strange feeling. The only thing he could accurately describe was familiarity. He seemed to be very familiar with this gray substance, not unfamiliar at all.

What is this gray matter? He seemed to understand everything, and yet he seemed to understand nothing.

He reached out and grabbed it, but found nothing.

This is where? What's this?

He felt that he should know, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't remember. He was a little confused. Nothing around him gave him any clues. His only clue was the familiar feeling.

What exactly is this? Zuo Mo couldn't help but frown and think hard. He felt that he wanted to find out the answer.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed another handful in the gray substance, but also found nothing.

This thing is like air, invisible and qualityless, Zuo Mo thought to himself.

Wait, intangible and insubstantial...

Zuo Mo was suddenly startled, he knew what this was!

Divine consciousness! This is divine consciousness!

The moment he told himself that this was divine consciousness, the familiar feeling in his body suddenly became extremely strong, and at the same time, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

There was a place that looked like a small island far away. The island was a sea of ​​fire, with countless bright red flames dancing. A tombstone with a man in black sitting on it. There is also a straight river. The river is very turbid and only two different colors can be vaguely seen.

Know the sea! This is the sea of ​​consciousness!

Zuo Mo was surprised when he saw Pu Yao's expression on the tombstone. He couldn't help but shout, but no matter how hard he shouted, Pu Yao couldn't hear him.

He had to give up and start looking around.

The entire sea of ​​consciousness was wrapped in this gray substance, which was completely different from what Zuo Mo had imagined before. He remembered that in the sea of ​​consciousness, everything around him was a black and silent void, except for the stars in the sky.

correct!

He remembered that there were four stars hanging in the sky!

Sure enough, when he looked up, he saw stars.

There are a total of four stars in the sky, one of which is the brightest and the other three are slightly dimmer.

In the past, every time he entered the sea of ​​consciousness, he felt that the four stars were very far away. Only now did he realize that the four stars were just four boats, floating on the outer wall of the consciousness.

If he realizes something.

At this moment, the four stars suddenly began to shed a little starlight. The starlight is like silver sand, slowly falling into the gray consciousness, but the gray consciousness is too big, and the little starlight is pitiful. But the four stars continued to spray out starlight, and the speed was not very fast.

Zuo Mo didn't know what the sudden use of the silvery starlight was, but it was obvious that his consciousness seemed to be changing.

Wei Fei and Wuling Sanren watched the battle between Wei Sheng and Gu Rongping with rapt attention. Not only them, but the entire Songtao Pavilion judges were all paying attention to this tragic battle. Suddenly, Wuling Sanren seemed to notice something, and couldn't help turning his face and subconsciously glanced at the formation at his feet. At this moment, his gaze was fixed.

In the talisman formation, Zuo Mo opened his arms as if he wanted to hug something. He stood there blankly like a puppet, his eyes empty and distant.

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