World of Cultivation - Chapter 864

[Chapter 864]

“Sir, this is the Wanboiling Pool Sea.”

The guard sincerely respectfully said. He has been by Zuo Mo’s side these days, and Zuo Mo’s words and deeds are all in his eyes.

In front of the ghost master, the master is calm and equal, without the slightest restraint, and in the face of those low-ranking demons, the master also treats them calmly and equally as always.

No pride, no condescension, willingness to explain, willingness to help.

Humility without strength is just an instinct for self-preservation, while humility with strength is a noble character and powerful self-control.

Among the people he had met, only the master was like this.

What a respectable man!

Zuo Mo didn’t know the guard’s thoughts, he was completely attracted by the scene in front of him.

Large and small pools of death energy, big or small, are scattered everywhere, and at a glance, you can’t see the edge. The gray death energy spewed out of the pool of death energy, filled with churning, and looked like a gray ocean from a distance. And these gray mists are churning from time to time, just like boiling, and the name of Wanfeichihai also comes from this.

“It’s really spectacular!” Zuo Mo murmured to himself.

The dead aura that was thick like boiling, boundless and unpredictable, Zuo Mo stood on the edge of the Wanboiling Pond, and suddenly a feeling rose in his heart, how small he was in front of such a vast existence. But Zuo Mo is a god-level powerhouse after all, and his mind is extremely firm. This feeling is only a moment, and then disappears invisible.

That confidence and that feeling of being in control came back into him.

Zuo Mo was very curious, what kind of scene is such a magnificent Wanboiling Pond. Zuo Mo couldn’t imagine where such a rich and vast death energy came from, and where it was born.

Could this lead to the legendary Yellow Spring?

As soon as this idea popped up, Zuo Mo couldn’t help shaking his head and laughing, he really thought too much.

What Huangquan and the like, there is nothing, it must be made up by others.

In the Wanboiling Pond Sea, people can be seen everywhere. Yin Lingwei’s divine art can absorb death energy and convert it into divine power. The vast and rich Wanboiling Pool Sea is undoubtedly one of the best places to practice.

“Let’s go, go in and have a look.” Zuo Mo said.

“Yes!” The guard followed Zuo Mo, looking vigilant and looking around from time to time.

“Could it be unsafe here?” Zuo Mo couldn’t help asking when he saw the guard’s appearance.

The guards remained vigilant, and while on guard, explained: “This place is full of dead energy, which is very helpful for cultivation. Everyone likes to cultivate here. There are many people, and naturally there will be friction. Someone once suggested to the ghost master, it is better to take it. Go down to the entire Wanboiling Pool Sea and pay for it. However, the ghost master did not agree, and there are no guards around here, which is a bit chaotic. But adults, rest assured, most of the practitioners here are from Yinlingwei, and they will be fine.”

The guard was right, the two didn’t go very far, and the few people they met along the way all saluted to the guard.

“I can’t see it, you are quite popular.” Zuo Mo smiled.

The guard was a little embarrassed: “I have been with the ghost master for a long time, and I am familiar with it.” His grade is not low. Relax.

He smiled and said to Zuo Mo: “If the master sees something, just mark it out, and I will send someone to guard it.”

Zuo Mo smiled, didn’t say a word, and walked in a dead air.

These are all the dead energy spewed from the pool of dead energy. This is because there are too many pools of dead energy and they are too dense. There were vaguely human figures in many pools of death energy, and the strong death energy was of great help to the cultivation of these demons. Zuo Mo had to sigh with emotion that the ghost master of Yinling had a very unpredictable style of behavior. For any power, to have such a treasured place, it would definitely be his own.

But this ghost master of the tomb, however, regarded him as abandoning his shoes.

Can’t figure it out, really can’t figure it out, Zuo Mo shook his head, suddenly thought of a question, and asked the guards: “Aren’t these guards worried about being disturbed during cultivation?”

“I won’t disturb you.” The guard smiled and said, “The master doesn’t know, these pools of death energy will gather a lot of death energy around you once you cultivate into the state. This layer of death energy cover is very strong and can be dismantled. other powers.”

Zuo Mo was a little surprised when he heard the words, this pool of death energy is really mysterious.

“Master? Could it be that Master Refiner?” Someone next to the guard asked curiously.

The guard’s expression turned cold, and he shouted in displeasure, “Pharaoh, don’t be presumptuous!”

Old Wang’s neck could not help shrinking, he was very afraid of the guards.

Zuo Mo waved his hand: “It’s okay, that’s right, I’m the master craftsman.”

Ordinary people would never call themselves “Master of Refining”, but when Zuo Mo said it, it was an understatement, as if he was talking about something very common. But Zuo Mo’s indifferent expression immediately convinced the people around him.

These guys are all old fritters, and they are very experienced. Seeing that Zuo Mo is better at talking, he immediately beats the snake to the stick. Old Wang respectfully said: “Master, can you help me refine a divine costume? No matter what the conditions are, as long as I can complete it, there is absolutely no problem.”

The guard glared fiercely at Old Wang who was talking, and was about to scold.

Pharaoh also knew that he would definitely be scolded, but such an opportunity is too rare. Once missed, it is absolutely impossible to come again. Shrinking his neck, he still looked at Zuo Mo expectantly.

Zuo Mo smiled and said, “I have quite a lot of costumes. I will ask you something, if you know, I will give you one.”

Lao Wang’s eyes lit up immediately, and he couldn’t wait to ask, “What’s the matter, Master, just ask!”

“If anyone can tell me where the dead energy is most concentrated in Wanfeichihai, I will give him a divine outfit.” Zuo Mo still smiled.

“I know.” Old Wang was very clever, and said quickly: “The most deadly energy in Wanbouchihai is of course Deadeye.”

Others all showed annoyance, and they took a half-pace. They did not expect that the master would ask such a simple question.

Zuo Mo saw the expressions of the other people and knew that what this person said was true, and said cheerfully, “I’ll give you a god outfit, just wait a moment.”

With a flip of his palm, there was an extra piece of divine costume on his hand.

This Mo Yun divine outfit was left by him back then, but it was not suitable for using the divine power of the underworld. Zuo Mo made a move, sigh, a large stream of death aura suddenly rushed towards the divine costume in his hand.

The gray spread rapidly along the divine outfit.

Where the gray swept, complex magic patterns formed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The divine suit is like a living creature, constantly wriggling, changing its shape, and growing many spikes.

Where have everyone seen such an incredible weapon refining method, and they are all stunned and speechless. Even the guards stared at the divine suit in Zuo Mo’s hands, unable to speak.

In about one stick of incense, Zuo Mo’s divine costume had been remodeled. The divine outfit tempered with death aura looked completely different from just now, with a rougher appearance and dense spikes, which looked a bit ugly.

Zuo Mo threw the divine costume to the old Wang who just spoke: “Here it is.”

Pharaoh couldn’t put it down, and he quickly put it on. The original ugly gray costume, but it was wearing an unspeakable viciousness. The dense thorns are daunting.

Old Wang was overjoyed, he activated his divine power, and suddenly the spikes on the surface of the divine suit suddenly seemed to come alive.

The gray spikes turned into fingertip-sized gray snakes that came alive and hissed from time to time.

“[Underworld Snake God Art]!”

“Isn’t Lao Wu’s ghost snake unable to take shape all the time? God’s costume is so powerful!”

…

Everyone was chatting, and the eyes of people looking at Zuo Mo became fiery.

Zuo Mo didn’t intend to waste time here, so he turned his face and asked the guard, “Do you know where the dead eye is?”

The guard showed a look of hesitation: “Master doesn’t know anything. Dead Eye is indeed the place with the most deadly aura in Wanboilingchihai, but that place is so thick that there is no way to enter.”

“Oh, take me to have a look, just look at it from a distance.” Zuo Mo said when the guard hesitated.

“Okay.” The guard didn’t hesitate, turned to the others, and shouted: “Let’s go, let’s watch the fun!” He then said to the old king: “Old Wang, this time you made a profit, you will lead the way.”

“Okay!” Old Wang said happily, leading the way.

The guard turned his face and explained to Zuo Mo: “Master, the death here is too thick to fly, we can only walk.”

“Okay.” Zuo Mo nodded.

The Underworld is still the Demon Race. Although Yinling Guard is a little weird, the Demon Race here is still physically tyrannical. They can’t learn the cultivator’s Divine Runes, but Divine Power Tempering is not difficult for them.

Zuo Mo had long discovered that the ghost masters of Yinling and the others had extremely strong bodies, even stronger than him. Even the skeleton of Gu Wushuang, Zuo Mo is sure, the bones on his body, the flying sword chopped on it, can’t even pierce a single spark.

The magic of Yinlingwei’s cultivation contains a very strong death energy. The more difficult the practice, the more strange their bodies will become, just like the ghost master of Yinling and Gu Wushuang.

However, Zuo Mohao had just gotten rid of those chaotic currents in his body. It was the time when his body was at its most relaxed, and it was not difficult to follow along.

“Master is a master, I didn’t expect to be so strong!” Old Wang couldn’t help saying.

The others were also greatly surprised. Judging from Zuo Mo’s hand refining, almost everyone thought that Zuo Mo was a cultivator. The refining tool has reached such a level, there is no Nether Realm.

Everyone thinks that the master is unfathomable and profound. He is not affected by death energy, and his body does not look strong.

Zuo Mo smiled and did not explain. Suddenly, he felt a sensation in his heart, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

He stopped and said lightly, “Friends in front, come out!”

The guards and the others were all experienced in combat. As soon as they heard Zuo Mo’s words, their expressions changed slightly, and they quickly protected Zuo Mo in the middle, as if they were facing a great enemy!

Pharaoh, who was still timid and cowardly just now, stood at the front of the team, daring and fearless.

In the gray dead air in front, a vague figure emerged.