World of Cultivation

After waking up from the meditation, Zuo Mo's qi nourishes his mind and feet, his whole body is light and comfortable, and he is extremely comfortable.

After leaving the quiet room, he took Yingui and jumped to the roof.

He stretched out his finger, his mind moved, and the pale golden [Gengjin Qimang] appeared, effortlessly. Zuo Mo rejoiced in his heart, this time the suffering was not in vain, and his control of [Geng Jin Qi Mang] was significantly improved.

I saw the [Gengjin Qimang] surrounded by his fingers suddenly turned sharply, suddenly stopped, and the stars were dotted, like a tiny golden sand, which was really beautiful in the night.

Suddenly, a thought popped into his mind. Could it be that this [Geng Jin Qi Mang] is actually an attacking technique?

The previous small, but tragic and unusual fight gave him this idea.

However, based on what he knew about Lingzhifu, it was a typical non-combat occupation. I have never heard of any Lingzhi husband who is good at fighting. Moreover, he is not the only one who has [Geng Jin Qi Mang] in the door. Everyone's talent is different, Zuo Mo can cultivate the third-level [Little Cloud and Rain Art], and naturally there are people who are good at other kinds of art.

Among the outer disciples, there is a senior brother who has cultivated to the second level of [Geng Jin Qi Mang]. Not only [Gengjin Qimang], but also [Plant and Tree Art], [Earth Qi Art] and [Red Flame Art], some people practice, but the level is not high.

Did you think wrong?

The question swirled in his mind and couldn't get rid of it.

But soon, he didn't want to think about it anymore. Pick up Yingui, input spiritual power, and put it by your side.

With his head resting on his arms, looking at the vast starry sky, his heart gradually calmed down. The night wind is breezy, cool, and indescribably comfortable. Hearing the various news that Yin Gui kept playing in his ears, Zuo Mo fell asleep quietly.

The next day, he went to the medicine field to apply rain, and then rained on a junior brother who had made an agreement, and he returned to his small courtyard.

Passing by Lingtian, looking at the neat rows of Linggu, I suddenly thought of the doubt in my heart last night.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to try again.

Holding a spirit valley in his hand, [Gengjin Qimang] silently infiltrated the plant, just like yesterday, Zuo Mo connected his mind with [Gengjin Qimang].

Soon, [Geng Jin Qimang] discovered a group of aphids, and Zuo Mo immediately became nervous. He was still terrified of the tyrannical atmosphere yesterday.

However, today's situation exceeded his expectations. [Gengjin Qimang] did not encounter any resistance, all the aphids were crushed into powder in less than a cup of tea. The whole process went smoothly without any hindrance.

How could this be?

He was a little confused, and his hand immediately caught up with another spiritual valley, the situation was exactly the same. Could it be the problem with the Spirit Valley yesterday? He shook his head, there was no difference between the two spirit valleys today and the one yesterday.

What's the problem?

He ran to the Spirit Valley yesterday and checked again, and there was indeed no difference. However, he found that this Linggu was obviously growing much better than yesterday, the leaves were greener, and the aphid powder in the body also became its nutrients. Judging from his two years of planting experience, the output of this Spirit Valley is definitely much higher than before.

Zuo Mo was overjoyed, and the question of whether [Geng Jin Qi Mang] was considered an attacking art was quickly thrown aside by him.

What's a more tangible benefit than increased production? Linggu is spar, spar is all kinds of magic weapons, magic tricks...

The motivated Zuo Mo started the work of deworming the spiritual field. With five acres of spiritual field, he planned to not let go of a single spiritual valley.

For ten days, apart from going to the medicine field and the spiritual field to apply rain, the rest of the time was spent on the spiritual valley in his yard. Use [Gengjin Qimang] one by one, run to the quiet room to meditate to recover when the spiritual power is exhausted, and then continue, and so on. Later, he was almost completely numb, and mechanically cast [Geng Jin Qi Aura].

After the last spirit valley used [Gengjin Qimang], he could not help but feel a strong sense of achievement in his heart when he looked at the neat and tidy spirit fields, the spirit valley with gratifying growth and verdant greenness.

[Gengjin Qimang] It's not only him who will meet, but no one in the door is as crazy as him. One by one, he goes to inspect Linggu one by one. The workload is too terrifying! They only show symptoms of disease in Linggu,

Only then will [Gengjin Qimang] be displayed.

Zuo Mo wouldn't have dared to do this if he didn't have that small piece of spiritual meridian in the still room.

After ten consecutive days of heavy work, Zuo Mo was exhausted both physically and mentally.

He just wanted to do one thing now, and that was to go back to his room and get a good night's sleep.

Just as he was about to move his footsteps, suddenly, a small pink Qianhe flew straight towards him from a distance and stopped floating in front of him.

"Huh!" Zuo Mo felt a little familiar, tilted his head and thought about it for a long time, and then he remembered the little wishing Qianhe he picked up while cleaning the yard more than ten days ago, and that was also pink.

No, wishing Xiao Qianhe couldn't locate it. Xiao Qianhe can find the target because he needs the mark to guide him. Last time, Xiao Qianhe had the mark of his master, and he only needed to pour in spiritual power, and it would fly to his master.

But I didn't leave any mark!

But all imprints need to contain spiritual power. In order to prevent the other party from finding him, Zuo Mo did not dare to use any spiritual power when he wrote those two words.

The first time I flew to myself, it was luck. But if it flew here for the second time, it was definitely not luck that made sense.

Very weird event!

After observing the delicate little Qianhe floating in front of him, he hesitated for a while, but Zuo Mo still stretched out his hand and took it off.

Holding Xiaohe, he walked into the quiet room.

Sitting on the futon, he began to take apart this little thousand cranes.

On the spread out pink paper, there are only two words on it, still the handwriting of Juan Tou last time.

When these two words came into his field of vision, an accident happened suddenly!

An icy aura suddenly enveloped Zuo Mo, and the extremely strong sense of danger made the hairs all over his body stand on end! Like an incomparably sharp flying sword in the throat, the chill with the sharp tip of the sword pierced into the skin easily and spread rapidly throughout the body.

Damn, can't move!

Zombie's face was a pair of frightened eyes, Zuo Mo's whole body froze from the chill, he couldn't even move a finger!

The other party's revenge? punish? joke?

There is no time to think about this, he is like a bound beast, the only remaining instinct is to struggle! He struggled desperately to regain control of his body. Running the spirit frantically, without any effect, his body did not move, and he froze in place.

The icy aura continued to intensify, and it approached Zuo Mo indifferently like a cold-blooded and ruthless monster, opening its bloody mouth. It seemed to be certain that Zuo Mo had no room for resistance.

Zuo Mo Youruo was a wax figure with a strange posture, and his expressionless face was ridiculously rigid.

There are only eyes. Those eyes full of fear, despair, and anger are incompatible with his stiff and thin body and dull and ridiculous face!

Continuing in vain, the icy aura that frightened him easily drove him to a desperate situation, and there was no way to retreat.

The unwillingness and anger in my heart were suddenly ignited.

Go to hell!

Running [Gengjin Qimang] frantically, all the spiritual power, with all his mind, blasted towards this icy aura!

This is his only means.

The only experience that can be called a battle is the first time to use [Gengjin Qimang] on Linggu. He still remembered the tyrannical aura that had hit his mind at that time. But the spiritual consciousness gathered by thousands of aphids was as weak as a baby compared to this icy aura.

At this point he was like a madman, holding a scythe and rushing at the heavily armed enemy.

[Gengjin Qimang] Like a pale golden cloud, it just came out and caused the attack of this breath.

In a trance, Zuo Mo seemed to see countless flying swords flying towards him with dazzling tails and whistling! Sen Han's icy sword intent crisscrossed, and he couldn't avoid it!

The clear pupils completely turned into a sea of ​​flames, and the rim of the eye sockets, which were stretched to the extreme, cracked, and the blood flowed down the cheeks, and two bright marks were drawn on the dull face.

He didn't feel it.

The whole body's spiritual power began to show signs of being out of control under the frantic operation, and he continued to speed up the operation of the spiritual power without any pause.

[Geng Jin Qi Mang] also seemed to become extremely crazy under the full force of the push, instead of retreating, it advanced and rushed towards the icy aura.

If someone walked into Zuo Mo's room at this time, they would see a strange scene. A pale golden cloud, violently tumbling and fluctuating, it seems that something invisible is constantly eroding it, and its volume is constantly shrinking.

The pale golden cloud rolled more violently, but tightly protected Zuo Mo.

The battle became more and more tragic, [Gengjin Qimang] did not flinch in the face of the cold aura of the sword qi. Like the spiritual consciousness of aphids, [Gengjin Qimang] regards this breath as the spiritual consciousness released by an incomparably huge aphid!

Zuo Mo has no time to pay attention to [Geng Jin Qimang], there is only one thought in his mind - hurry up, hurry up!

The speed of spiritual power has reached an appalling level. He had never tried to make spiritual power run at this speed, he dared not. But at this time, Zuo Mo, who was red-eyed, only hated that the speed of the spiritual power was not fast enough, and he continued to speed up the speed of the spiritual power!

Zuo Mo's head slammed, as if something had been broken, and his consciousness suddenly fell into a trance.

Spiritual power is like a wild horse, completely out of control. The [Gengjin Qimang], which fluctuated violently, suddenly fluctuated more violently, like boiling water, and the shape of the cloud body was extremely unstable. If a cultivator with a high level of cultivation sees such a scene, he will be shocked and lose control of his spiritual power, and then he will explode and die!

Suddenly, a heat flow entered the meridians from Zuo Mo's heart.

The irritable spiritual power suddenly became extremely tame, and the speed of operation did not decrease but increased. The violent fluctuations of [Gengjin Qimang] disappeared without warning and became quiet.

Surprisingly, that icy aura also seemed to sense something different, and it turned back for the first time.

The quiet [Gengjin Qimang] cloud changed and regenerated, and it quickly recovered to the middle. The cold breath also changed.

A pale golden seven-section cone shaped like a pagoda!

An aqua blue moon-shaped flying sword with a small bell!

Quietly confronted, but in the blink of an eye, both sides started at the same time.

A cone and a sword, turned into two streams of light, one gold and one blue, collided with incomparable precision.

Ping!

There was a clear sound of broken glass, and a mass of broken light burst out in the air, like fireworks, blue and gold, it was really beautiful.

After an unknown amount of time, Zuo Mo opened his eyes in a trance, his whole body was in severe pain, his skin was like an inch crack, and he couldn't help groaning. This groan suddenly awakened his trance consciousness.

I can move!

That damn breath has disappeared!

He was stunned for a moment, and then an indescribable joy emerged spontaneously. He wanted to laugh up to the sky, but before he could move the corners of his mouth, his muscles affected the wound, which immediately turned into a scream. Although I don't know what just happened, there is no doubt that I won!

He was also holding a pink pad with two words written on it.

"Bastard!"

The handwriting is still beautiful, and the tone of speech is not as old as it is, but Zuo Mo, who was dying, couldn't help but feel a deep disgust in his heart.

What a vicious woman! Actually want his little life!

These two words must have been set up by the other party to set up a divine attack. Being able to unleash such a terrifying attack with just two words is definitely not someone he can provoke. Zuo Mo is very clear about this. He doesn't know if the head and the uncles can do this, but there is absolutely no one in the inner sect who can achieve this.

In other words, the strength of a ruthless woman is far more than that of her senior brother.

But after walking around the gate of hell, he didn't have much fear, even if the opponent's strength far surpassed him.

He had heard of those powerful cultivators who were indifferent and arrogant towards the lower-level cultivators. But I never thought that the other party would be murdered because of these two words!

Brother is simple!

Zuo Mo took a deep breath, affected the pain from the wound, struggled to get up, and moved to the table while baring his teeth.

It was still the bright and thick cinnabar, and it was still the wolf's hair. Zuo Mo threw it several times.

The whole right hand seemed to be broken several times, and when it was moved lightly, the pain penetrated into the bone marrow. He gritted his teeth and held the wolf's hair with great effort, and a few drops of bright red cinnabar dripped from the tip of the pen and landed on the pink paper.

Because of the pain, Zuo Mo's mouth subconsciously sucked in the cold air, holding the wolf in his right hand, and left three crooked words on Fanjian extremely seriously.

"Master is waiting for you!"

Throwing away the pen in his hand, after taking a few glances, Zuo Mo let out a few unpleasant grins. His right hand didn't obey, and it took him half an hour to reluctantly fold the pink paper into a paper crane.

It's a pity that Zuo Mo was a little regretful that the two words were not written as well as last time.

While hissing in pain and gasping for breath, he poured the last bit of spiritual energy into Zhihe's body.

Watching the pink little Qianhe disappear into the sky, he cursed this ruthless woman countless times in his heart.

After doing this, he could no longer hold on when the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry. His eyes were darkened, and the whole figure was like a cut wood, planted on the ground, and passed out directly.

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