World of Cultivation - Chapter 27

[Chapter 27 Looking up in the dark]

“Senior brother, are you feeling unwell?” Xiaoguo struggled for a long time, but couldn’t help but say.

“It’s okay.” Zuo Mo’s voice was hoarse, he replied, and continued to walk forward.

Xiaoguo looked at Zuo Mo worriedly, and summoned her courage, “Senior brother, if you are not well, you can do it another day.”

“I said it’s okay to be okay!” Zuo Mo glared at Xiaoguo.

Xiaoguo couldn’t help shrinking back again, but she still said: “But, Senior Sister said that the body is the most important thing.”

Zuo Mo decided to shut up and stop arguing with this girl. He really had no strength. Whoever is split back and forth by the sword intent released by the Jindan period cultivator will never have the strength.

Pu Yao this lunatic! This utter lunatic!

Uncle Xin Yan’s sword intent was far from what he could bear. Every time he faced this snow-white and magnificent sword intent, he felt the gate of hell, the deep fear that rose from the deepest part of his heart, made him tremble. The gap between the two sides is so great that there is no suspense. Even this kind of fear similar to dying, Zuo Mo could only feel it for a very short moment, and then, his consciousness would be easily cut in half, and his only result would be to faint.

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

All he can do is to grit his teeth and get up to run “Refining the God of Fetal Breath”. Only this thing can repair the consciousness and relieve the pain.

Before he could take a breath, another sword intent descended from the sky, and Zuo Mo passed out again.

Just like this, beheading, coma, waking up from pain… Repeatedly, after a day, he would be unconscious dozens of times. It is conceivable, how could his condition get better?

Given the time, he would even doubt himself that he could make it to that day. However, Pu Yao didn’t even give him this time, and he was numb after the pain.

Until Xiaoguo came to him, Pu Yao temporarily let him go.

Xiaoguo came to him to ask him to take a look at the spirit grass. The last weed incident made all the girls in Dongfeng break out in a cold sweat. Li Yingfeng became a disciple of the inner sect and worshipped under the sect of Yan Le. In addition to cultivating, he had to learn from the master how to manage the industry in the sect, so he had no time to come to Dongfeng. But they still remember Zuo Mo, the zombie senior brother, and Li Yingfeng greeted him before he left, hoping that he could help these female disciples.

Every once in a while, they would pull Zuomo over to check the spirit grass.

There is no major problem with the spirit grass, except for a few problems due to improper operation. For Zuo Mo, who grows Linggu, these are some simple and basic questions. Most of the energy of these female disciples is still on how to cultivate spirit beasts. The purpose of planting spirit grass is only to provide food for spirit beasts, so it is extremely extensive, and usually does not take much care of it.

Seeing Lingtian being so spoiled, Zuo Mo felt a little distressed. If these spiritual fields were planted in the spiritual valley, how many spar would there be?

“Senior brother, these little things are not worth much, it’s our heart, and I ask brother to smile.”

A female disciple handed over a gift that had been prepared for a long time.

He understood the thoughts of these female disciples. No matter where they are, female disciples are always at a disadvantage, especially female disciples from the outer sect 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 there is no one who has come out to pick a big responsibility.

Zuo Mo thought for a while and took the gift. Although this is a bit troublesome, if there is any trouble, I believe Li Yingfeng will never sit back and watch.

Seeing Zuo Mo taking the gift, the female disciples finally showed relief.

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

When I got home, I opened the gift box, which contained all kinds of spirit insects and spirit beasts. Like turning mud worms, the grades are not high, most of them are of the first grade, and there are one or two of the second grade. However, it can be seen that these spirit worms and spirit beasts have spent a lot of thought, although the rank is not high, but they are more practical.

Pu Yao suddenly appeared and squatted in front of these spirit beasts: “Speaking of playing with insects, tsk tsk, our demons are the ancestors in this regard.”

He flipped through these spirit worms casually, very disappointed: “They are all low-level goods, not worth much.”

Zuo Mo was quite speechless, but he couldn’t help but say: “They are only outer disciples, where can there be high-end goods?”

Pu Yao picked up one, put it in front of his eyes for a while, and threw it in front of Zuo Mo: “Well, this talent is barely compatible. Throw away the rest.”

The one selected by Pu Yao was a black beetle, slightly larger than the thumb. After flipping through the jade slips they had attached, they realized that the black beetle was called the Black Gold Bug, it likes 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 aroused by these bugs, and said with great interest: “Playing bugs is very particular, especially the technique, which varies from person to person. I have seen a master bug player before, called Dao Ren Xue Mo, this guy is really amazing He somehow cultivated countless primordial spirits, placed them on a group of blood mosquitoes, and then traveled through hundreds of realms. Every time he reached a realm, he left a few blood mosquitoes behind. His enemies brought a group of people and chased and killed him countless times. Don’t kill him.”

“I’ve played with Black Gold Bugs before, but it’s not this kind of rotten street goods. Low-quality ones are useless. The real purpose of this thing is to find spiritual veins…”

“Lingmai?” 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 worms, black gold worms above the fourth rank can find the spiritual vein, and the seventh rank can find the spiritual source. Hey, but the ninth rank. It’s the real good stuff. As for the tenth grade, I haven’t seen it before.”

He continued: “When picking spirit worms, you must pick those with good aptitude. You are like this black gold worm. If you raise it well, you can advance to the fourth rank. Others, there is no one that can only be promoted to the third rank.”

“Well, how can this black gold worm be promoted to the fourth rank?” Zuo Mo asked for advice with a flattering tone.

Rank 4 black gold worms can search for spiritual veins… This is an incomparable temptation to Zuo Mo.

This time Pu Yao did not embarrass him, and said cheerfully: “It’s very simple, don’t you have a small piece of spiritual veins in your quiet room? Put this black gold worm and a piece of red gold stone in a jade box and bury it in this piece of spiritual veins. Around. After a month, it should be able to rise to the third rank. If it wants to rise to the fourth rank, it is estimated that it will take three months.”

“Okay, let’s continue.” Pu Yao waved his hand and said impatiently.

Before he finished speaking, a snow-white sword intent slashed Zuo Mo’s consciousness into two easily again. Still memorizing what Pu Yao said just now, Zuo Mo passed out very directly.

After an unknown amount of time, the severe pain woke Zuo Mo again. Zuo Mo’s first thought when he woke up was, did you remember the method to raise the black gold bug to level four?

Fortunately, remember!

it hurts! He couldn’t help crying and rolled on the ground.

Why is it sore?

The pain of tearing tormented his fragile nerves, and he could only run the “Fetal Breath Refining God”. A mass of breath circulated endlessly in the body, and it was cool and refreshing, as if it was inhaled from the acupoints of the whole body, and then dispersed into the whole body.

The flames in the sea of knowledge, the dim star in the void seems to become much brighter, and the coquettish sea of fire cannot take away its brilliance.

Comatose, wake up in pain, coma again, wake up in pain again…

Every time he gave Zuo Mo his enlightenment, the time could not be shorter, and he was beheaded hundreds of times over and over again, and he insisted.

“Pain is the most delicious thing in this world. You have to taste it carefully and enjoy it well. The taste is so delicious and sweet that it penetrates into your bone marrow, and even your soul is shaking!” Pu Yao stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips. Leisurely said: “Death is like fireworks, but you can continue to experience this blooming process, how lucky you are!”

Dead shemale!

Zuo Mo said in his mouth, but his eyes widened, staring at the lightning-fast snow-white sword intent!

Knowing what kind of pain is coming, just like Pu Yao said, his soul is trembling. Even if he had been beheaded so many times, every time he had to face the snow-white training, he would still be afraid, an unparalleled fear. When he was awake, he didn’t dare to recall at all, he was afraid that any little memory would make the fragile psychological defense line collapse in an instant.

His trembling rib body is like grass that may be broken at any time in the storm of the night, and he may fall down in the next second.

But his eyes were fixed on the front!

The direction in which the snow-white sword intent will appear.

However, how can he clearly see the sword intent of Uncle Xin Yan?

The two are very different. Uncle Xin Yan is a dignified cultivator in the Jindan stage, a sword cultivator that even Tiansongzi admires, while Zuo Mo is only an outer disciple of the eighth-level Qi refining stage; Uncle Xin Yan has been immersed in flying swords for over two hundred years. And Zuo Mo had never even learned the most basic sword techniques.

It all seemed futile.

However, he still shivered and stared at the front, subconsciously scolding “dead shemale, dead shemale”.

Snow white as practice, dazzling light, like the Milky Way pouring up from the sky!

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

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

He is like a crazy gambler, betting that there is not even a 1 in 10,000 chance.

However, he had no choice, no retreat.

The pupils dilated suddenly, and they haven’t recovered yet.

Swish, the Snow White Sword Intent cut Zuo Mo in half without hindrance.

After an unknown amount of time, Zuo Mo was still awakened by severe pain. Zuo Mo opened his eyes and wanted to laugh up to the sky, but when he reached his mouth, it turned into a humming whimper.

“Hi! It hurts!” “Ah!”

Struggling to get up, enduring the severe pain, he ran “Refinement of Fetal Breath”.

Sisi cool and dissipated into the body, and the pain immediately subsided a lot.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of ecstasy!