World of Cultivation

Hanging Temple.

In the treasure hall, Beihan bowed and fell on the ground. He is not tall, has a thin body, has no flesh on his cheeks, and has an unattractive appearance.

"Biehan, how many years have you been in the temple?" A gentle and mellow voice came from behind the thick curtain.

"Seventeen years." Biehan replied after being silent for a while.

"Seventeen years, time flies so fast." The leader sighed quietly, full of emotion: "You are good, I can see your progress in these years, and I am very pleased."

Biehan remained silent.

"Among the younger generation, the only one who can become a golden general, apart from Xiaozhe, is you." The leader's voice behind the curtain seemed to have a strange power, so warm that it penetrated people's hearts.

"Xiao Zhe has done well in the Dutian Blood Realm. I know you can do it too."

Don't be silent.

"The murderous aura in you is too strong, and I'm very worried about you." The headmaster's words revealed a deep concern: "I ask you to recite Buddhist scriptures every day, just to get rid of your hostility. I never want you to go to school. The battlefield, I didn’t expect…”

The leader let out a long sigh.

After a long while, he said quietly.

"Go. Your uncle Dingzhen will be in danger in the sea of ​​​​cloud world. You lead the war department to rescue. For specific information, ask Dingguang. Go."

Biehan remained silent, kowtowed three times, turned and left.

The main door of the treasure hall closed automatically when there was no wind, leaving the hall completely dark.

Suddenly a voice sounded: "Master, is it necessary to send Bihan away? He is a dangerous person!"

"This matter is very important, so don't be careless."

"Although the Cloud Sea Realm is also the middle realm, I haven't heard of any powerful forces..."

"Tianhuan just suffered a loss there. Shen Wuhai is not ranked among the top players in Tianhuan, but he still has Nascent Soul cultivation."

"But don't be cold..."

"It's a knife, a fierce knife. You have to be careful about hurting your hands. But now that troubled times are coming, it's time for this knife to shine!" the leader said quietly.

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The middle-aged Lan man noticed that Zuo Mo was interested in the white grass carpet and introduced him: "This cloud carpet is made of cloud silk. Most of the cloud carpet grows deep in the sea of ​​clouds. It takes a lot of effort to collect it. But in the end The difficult part is refining, it takes several months to refine each piece of cloud silk into shape."

Zuo Mo, Wei Sheng and the others were speechless.

On the road just now, Zuo Mo finally learned the name of the middle-aged Lan Ren, Bing Yao, who was the leader of the Lan Ren clan. The Nulan who met Zuo Mo first was Bingyao's daughter, named Bingyue.

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the cloud blanket immediately shrank to the size of a palm and flew into his palm. He handed the cloud blanket to Zuo Mo and said boldly: "I'm still worried about what gift to give to Xiao Zuo. It's rare that Xiao Zuo likes it. This cloud blanket belongs to Xiao Zuo!"

Zuo Mo was startled and quickly waved his hands to refuse: "No, no, no! Noble, I can't thank you enough for helping us find the Shuiyun Fei..."

Listening to Bingyao's description just now, Zuo Mo also knew that this cloud blanket was extremely precious. A piece of cloud silk requires so much effort. Zuo Mo dare not accept such a precious thing.

Suddenly, Pu Yao said urgently in Zuo Mo Shihai: "Good stuff, take it!"

"I know it's a good thing." Zuo Mo replied quietly without taking it seriously.

"You know nothing!" Pu Yao couldn't help but yelled: "This thing can be used to overcome tribulations!"

Overcoming the tribulation?

Zuo Mo's heart was moved, but before he could ask more questions, he heard Bingyao laughing and saying, "Brother Zuo, don't refuse. This cloud blanket can calm your mind and eliminate mental barriers. We, the Lan people, have a cold heart by nature, so I can't even use it." It's useless. This Yunsi is also a method used by the juniors to practice Binglan. We felt it was a pity to abandon it, so we woven it into a blanket. Not to mention that Brother Zuo helped us find Lan, and Ayue also offended everyone before, it is really …”

Bingyao's words made Bingyue behind him suddenly look excited.

"This cloud blanket is disrespectful, Brother Zuo will accept it no matter what!" Bingyao looked serious.

When Zuo Mo saw this, he knew he could not refuse.

He took it over. Although Brother Mo is usually greedy and snobbish, he is only towards outsiders. Once the other party really regards him as a friend, he won't be able to do anything.

It's still not dark enough...

While Zuo Mo was mocking and reflecting on himself, he took out the bronze mask from the ring and handed it to Bingyao: "This mask was also found next to Lan. I don't know if it is from Brother Bing's clan."

Bingyao took the bronze mask, looked at it carefully for a long time, shook his head and said: "The style doesn't look like something from my clan. You'll have to ask Lan then. If it were something from my clan, I would shamelessly accept it." It's gone. If not, Lan must also know the origin and return it to Brother Zuo."

Zuo Mo smiled and said: "Whether it is or not, just give it to Brother Bing."

Bingyao smiled slightly and put away the mask.

Then Bingyao asked about the situation outside. Although they knew a little bit, their knowledge was very vague after all. Zuo Mo then told the story of the battle between cultivators and demons, the disaster of the Sky Splitting, and how he captured himself from the Sea of ​​Clouds Realm.

Bing Yao was stunned when he heard this. He never imagined that the changes outside would be so great!

But when he learned that Zuo Mo turned out to be the Lord of the Sea of ​​Clouds, his face couldn't help but show joy. As a result, the situation of their Lanren clan had been greatly improved!

Immediately, Bingyao patted his chest and said, "Brother Zuo, if you ever need me in the future, don't be polite!"

Zuo Mo also had a good impression of this bold and generous leader of the Lan clan. He smiled and said, "I just hope that Brother Bing won't find me annoying in the future."

Bing Yao laughed: "Then I guess even Lan won't let me go."

The two sides chatted for a while, and then Bingyao said goodbye and left, letting Zuo Mo and the others rest.

"Junior brother, are you cultivating divine power?" Wei Sheng suddenly asked.

Zuo Mo knew that he couldn't hide this question, so he nodded and said, "Well, it's called the power of the sun, and it's the inheritance of the ancient Sun Tribe."

"It turns out that the Temple of the Sun is your fault!" Wei Sheng was not stupid. He suddenly realized it and said curiously: "Come on, try your divine power. I haven't seen divine power before."

Zong Ru's face also turned around, he was obviously very curious.

Zuo Mo suddenly assumed a very strange posture, with his hands intertwined, his body tilted to the left, and the toes of his right foot were slightly pointed on the ground. A strange and powerful force, centered on him, suddenly spread to all sides. Come.

Wei Sheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and wisps of black energy suddenly emerged from the black sword in his hand. He made continuous empty strokes in front of him, and a sound like firecrackers exploded at the tip of his sword.

Zong Ru's expression changed, he turned the prayer wheel and shook his head repeatedly, holding the scriptures entwined with the power of wishes in front of him.

Ping ping ping!

Three consecutive scriptures were blown to pieces before they could block this divine power.

Wei Sheng, who stood with his sword sheathed, thought about it carefully for a while, and then said: "What a weird power! It's really different."

Zong Ru was also thinking about it and said: "Ordinary magic techniques are difficult to block."

Zuo Mo thought for a while and expressed his thoughts: "Divine power can be regarded as the collection of three powers."

"Three forces?" Wei Sheng said with emotion.

"Well, spiritual power, spiritual consciousness, and magic skills." Zuo Mo talked eloquently. Senior Brother Wei Sheng is a person with extraordinary talents. Zong Ru seems to be a humble person, but he can cultivate the power of aspiration and has no shortage of talent. These things might be of great use to them. He explained more and more attentively, telling them everything he had learned, and even told them the basic methods of cultivating divine power.

As for how much inspiration they can get from it, it depends on personal luck.

Wei Sheng and Zong Ru were both deep in thought.

Both of them have peeked at the edge of power. For them, divine power is like opening a window to another world.

There was too much content for them to digest. They were like two puppets, staying in place, motionless, and they actually entered a state of trance.

When Zuo Mo saw this, he didn't worry about them, but took A Gui and Zhu Xiao to the side.

Thinking of A Gui's action, Zuo Mo quickly checked for A Gui. Now that he knew it was divine power, Zuo Mo's inspection became more targeted. Although his understanding of divine power was still superficial, he still found something.

The first thing to confirm is that the purple light in Agui's body is indeed a kind of divine power.

A very strange divine power!

Zuo Mo has always felt that any divine power is definitely not normal. But even so, the divine power in Agui still surprised him.

Cold, strange, and capable of swallowing up any life!

The moment the sun's divine power came into contact with it, Zuo Mo felt like he was suddenly pulled into a dead void, with no sound, no light, and no temperature!

The despairing emptiness!

Zuo Mo's mind, at that moment, was like a candle blown by the wind, almost extinguished!

Fortunately, his divine power was much stronger than A-Gui's, and the sun's divine power was naturally yang-strong, which saved Zuo Mo's life.

The divine power was carefully withdrawn from the ghost's body. Looking at the ghost's ugly and dull face, Zuo Mo felt extremely depressed for some reason.

His eyes were full of deep worry.

As Zuo Mo's understanding of divine power deepened, he understood clearly how great the influence of divine power on people was. In fact, this is not only true for divine power, but also for the three powers. Practitioners who practice fire magic are often short-tempered, while practitioners who practice ice magic are often calm and less prone to mood swings.

Such weird and cold divine power, and the terrifying sealing off of the six senses, Agui...

Zuo Mo couldn't help but feel more worried when he thought that the ghost had used his divine power before he was injured.

Zuo Mo had long discovered that Agui's body was in a state of dilapidation. If it weren't for this strange power, he might not be able to survive. But it wasn’t until today that I realized how terrifying this divine power was!

The scene of A Gui standing in front of him, dripping with blood, suddenly appeared in his mind.

There is also the despairing dead void just now, even for a second, it is chilling, and the time the divine power is in Agui's body...

Zuo Mo's heart seemed to be blocked by something, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable!

Water cloud tire!

Just find the water cloud tire! I will definitely be able to cure the ghost, and then find a way to heal the wounds on the ghost, and find a way to dispel this terrible divine power in her body!

For the first time, Zuo Mo felt that time was flowing so slowly.

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