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 her own, but the zombie didn't react at all. The zombie could be indifferent to victory, but she couldn'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 point of view.
Both sides open 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. After making 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 bit stagnant. 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, he had
His best knowledge is not immune to this.
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 we only look at it from the surface, no one would think that he has damaged the meridians and internal organs. His eyes are focused and peaceful, clear and quiet, without a trace of distracting thoughts. Although his fingering is not as fast as lightning before, it is still like flowing clouds and flowing water, giving people
Another kind 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, 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 when 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 see heroes!"
When Wuling Sanren heard this, they laughed at themselves and said, "Brother Wei is right. I am old. I am indeed old."
With no distracting thoughts in his mind, no desire to win or lose, and a calm mind, Zuo Mo's formation speed increased unknowingly. With almost no need to think, the materials slipped through his fingers, and the formula took shape naturally, smoothly and smoothly.
Not long after, the seventy-two sub-arrays of the Sky Ring and Moon Sound Formation were completed!
He stared blankly at the completed formation in front of him, somewhat unbelievable and somewhat thoughtful.
After being seriously injured in a hard battle, I woke up from a coma, and my mood changed from agitated to peaceful. At first, I was full of expectations and strongly pursued victory, but then my hopes were shattered and I just wanted to hurt the enemy. Then I was now focused on nothing else and no thoughts of victory or defeat. In a short period of time,
, but he seemed to have experienced it for 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 continues.
Wei Sheng's field of vision was filled with blood and blur. 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 Tian Songzi couldn't help but ran over and asked if he wanted to stop the competition. Pei Yuanran did not stop the competition, but he clenched his fists and dug his nails deeply into his flesh uncontrollably.
Know.
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 a large area of blood was still wet 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 had nothing to do. An hour ago, Wei Sheng was already bruised and crumbling, but an hour passed, and Wei Sheng was still struggling to hold on. He seemed like he might collapse at any time.
But he didn't fall down. Every time Gu Rongping thought that if he applied more force, he could knock down 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 was like peeling off a cocoon, setting up 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 the opponent, but the opponent did not stop struggling.
The two sides fell into a stalemate. The opponent's tenacity far exceeded his expectations. His spiritual power was rapidly drained, and his sword gradually lost its sharpness. His movements began to become sluggish, and the opponent seized on his flaws 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 rune soldier who has no life and knows no pain. The sword light passes over his body, and apart from hearing his muffled groan and seeing the splash of blood, nothing can be seen.
I don't think this 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, and it 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, saying nothing, fighting and struggling in embarrassment. 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 has attracted the vast majority of experts, cheering and encouraging many people. Many people thought that if they entered the top ten, the number of battles would increase greatly. However, the development of things was different from what they imagined.
completely opposite.
Without the deterrence of the masters, many cultivators who originally planned to hide their bodies lost pressure and patience. They no longer hid in corners, and the fighting became more intense.
However, no one dares to approach the Tianhuan Yueming Formation, and no one dares to approach 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. 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 didn't give him any sense of isolation. He seemed to be naked and immersed in gray matter. It couldn't be said to be warm, nor could it be said to be cold. It was a very strange feeling. The only thing he could accurately describe was that
Familiar. He seems to be very familiar with this gray substance, not unfamiliar at all.
What is this gray matter? He seems to understand everything, and yet he seems to understand nothing.
He reached out and grabbed it, but found nothing.
Where is this? What is this?
He felt that he should know, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember it. He was a little confused, and nothing around him gave him any clues. His only clue was that familiar feeling.
What 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 without quality, 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 his spiritual consciousness, the familiar feeling in his body suddenly became extremely strong, and at the same time, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.
There is a small island-like place far away at the feet. The island is a sea of fire with countless bright red flames dancing. There is a tombstone with a man in black sitting on it. There is also a straight river, which is very turbid.
It can only be vaguely seen that there are two different colors.
The sea of consciousness! 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 began to look 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 then did he realize that the four stars were actually four small boats, floating on the outer wall of the consciousness.
If he has some understanding.
At this moment, the four stars suddenly began to shed little starlight. The starlight was like silver sand, slowly falling into the gray consciousness, but the gray consciousness was too big, and the little starlight was pitiful. But the four stars, one after another,
Starlight is constantly sprayed out, and the speed is 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 but turn around.
He turned around and glanced subconsciously at the large formation at his feet. At this glance, his eyes were fixed.
In the talisman array, Zuo Mo opened his arms as if he wanted to hug something, and stood there blankly like a puppet, his eyes empty and distant.
Around him, the air was like burning wood, making slight crackling sounds from time to time!
