Zuo Mo looked at the female cultivator and scratched his head: "You should have a name, so that everyone can call her by name." He had a new body and his hair was still short. When he scratched it, it felt like wires piercing his hand.
Damn it, how can your hair be so hard?
The female cultivator turned a deaf ear.
The last time Zuo Mo checked her injuries, he found that there was a strange and cold force in her body. The shocking injury in her body did not worsen because of the existence of this strange force. This unknown force was like a strong spider thread,
It was spread throughout every corner of her body. Zuo Mo sometimes wondered if her body would fall apart if this power did not exist.
Her aura is terrifying, which should be the reason for this unknown force, Zuo Mo thought. No one dares to approach her. Even the silly elder sister Silly Bird dare not come within three feet of her, let alone the little one.
Ta Xiaohei and two cowards.
Seeing that the female cultivator still didn't respond, Zuo Mo turned his attention back to the wire-like hair on his forehead. He wouldn't look more like a monster as he grew longer, he muttered in his heart.
Three golden-armored guards were standing not far away from him, leaning on their swords. They seemed to be a little afraid of the female cultivators. This puzzled Zuo Mo. Aren't the golden-armored guards puppets? Why are they still afraid of people?
The whole body of the female cultivator is incomprehensible to others.
It seems that there is still no result today, Zuo Mo shook his head. These days, he insists on chatting with the female cultivator every day, trying to improve the relationship, but so far, the results have been zero. She is like a stone sculpture, standing there motionless
, Zuo Mo has never heard her speak.
Could it be that she is mute?
Zuo Mo thought with some uncertainty. In his opinion, this girl didn't look like she came from a sect because she was too down and dirty. Her hair was unkempt and her body was covered with scabies that looked like moss. The only thing that was intact was a pair of bare feet.
To be honest, Zuo Mo has never seen such beautiful feet. They are well-proportioned and white, like jade or porcelain, without a single flaw, gentle, small, and exquisite. Zuo Mo saw these for the first time when he was checking her injuries.
With his bare feet, he was stunned for a moment.
It exudes a fatal attraction that makes it difficult to look away.
Unfortunately, I have scabies all over my body from the knees up.
She wore a mask, loose linen clothes, and stepped barefoot in the mud. The white and warm bare feet formed a strong contrast with the black mud. Every time she touched it, Zuo Mo always took a breath involuntarily. But soon there was more in his heart.
It is a pity that a woman whose whole body is covered with scabies is really pitiful.
Sighing slightly in his heart, he didn't know what he was feeling, so he got up and flew up to a mountain peak. Looking far into the distance, the sky was like blue, the white clouds were like gauze, the mountain breeze was blowing slightly, and it was extremely cool. The Tianxing Lake at the foot of the mountain was like a piece of crystal clear water.
Gemstones, embedded in the peaks.
Zuo Mo's mood suddenly became much brighter. Although the spiritual energy of the small mountain world was lost, it was not much different for these vegetation and beasts. On the contrary, because there were no activities of cultivators, the mountains became more lush and green.
For the next construction of the city, he set up camp at Tianxing Mountain. Suddenly remembering the reluctance on Senior Brother Chun Yucheng's face, he couldn't help but smile. Junior Brother Cheng is really a man who feeds idiots!
Ji Wei and Sun Bao led their cultivators to work hard.
The amount of materials required to build a city is extremely terrifying. For example, city bricks are mostly cut from mountain rocks. Each piece needs to be refined and engraved with talisman formations. It is not troublesome for cultivators to mine mountain rocks, but to refine them
, it’s not that easy either.
In order to speed up the progress, Zuo Mo set up a large formation and once again collected a large amount of Golden Crow Fire, one for each person. The cultivators under his command were naturally surprised and worked harder.
Each piece of bluestone is three feet long, one foot wide, and one foot high. After being mined by Jin Jiawei, the practitioners began to refine it. But what gave Zuo Mo a headache was that the level of the Golden Crow Fire was too high, and these were only the second level.
Bluestone, if you are not careful, will melt into a pool of magma.
Later, the problem was solved by first carving the talisman array and then refining it with the Golden Crow Fire. However, the refined bluestone shrunk by more than half, was greenish-gold in color, extremely fine in texture, and extremely hard. Zuo Mo tried it, using flying
The sword slashed, causing sparks to fly, but no damage was done. It wasn't until Zuo Mo poured all his spiritual power into his body that he struck down with the sword, and the flying sword was more than halfway into the stone.
Such materials are not enough for making spirit armor and the like, but they are definitely more than enough for making city walls.
Fifty cultivators all came to refine the bluestone strips. Zuo Mo himself was busy surveying the terrain. The newly built city must set up an array. The array set up this time was to deal with the golden elixir cultivators. For Zuo Mo,
This is an unprecedented test.
All the large formations he had set up before, including the one on Huangmu Reef, were not enough to compete with the golden elixir cultivators. He had seen the golden elixir cultivators, but had never fought against them, and did not know how powerful the golden elixir cultivators were, but he knew
, it must be more powerful than he imagined.
There is a fundamental difference in the understanding of spiritual power between pulse condensation and golden elixir.
He didn't know how big the essential gap was, so he could only do his best.
The journey is difficult and dangerous!
Looking at the mountains in the distance, Zuo Mo's eyes were dark and deep.
Nian Lu carries a person on his back, and the surrounding scenery keeps flying backwards, and the speed is not slow at all. If you look closely, you will find that he is holding a white lotus on the sole of his foot. The white clothes are better than the snow, and the lotus is delicate and beautiful, walking in the wind.
, indescribably chic, and the eyes of many female cultivators along the way lit up.
"Wow! So handsome!"
The female nuns screamed endlessly.
The cultivators who were chasing after him heard the screams, and their faces suddenly became even more ugly.
Nian Lu didn't have any cover at this time. He chose the most direct route, a straight line!
Not only him, the other nine people chose straight lines. They all rushed towards the gate of Nansheng Town from all directions in the town! If you look down from the sky of Nansheng Town, you can see ten figures and ten lines.
The straight lines were about to intersect at the town gate. Behind them, there were a total of fifty or sixty cultivators. They were led and rushed towards the town gate.
Many cultivators flew into the air one after another. They were watching the excitement. They were also very surprised. Who dared to be so unrestrained in the land of Mingxiao Sect?
Lei Peng was the first to arrive at the town gate. He even had time to look back at his other companions who were approaching quickly. He grinned proudly, then turned around and walked leisurely through the town gate, carrying others on his back.
The other nine people saw Lei Peng's proud expression at the same time, and all nine people rolled their eyes at the same time. No need to say hello, everyone snorted coldly and exerted their strength at the same time!
The sharp whistle suddenly resounded throughout Nansheng Town!
Nine figures, like nine sharp arrows, with sharp whistling sounds, rushed towards the gate of the town!
The gate of Nansheng Town is just a symbolic building. He Xiang never thought that anyone would dare to take the Mingxiao Sect's idea. Dare to run wild on the Mingxiao Sect's territory? Unless they don't want to get mixed up in the small mountain world. Because of this, Nan
The defense of Shengzhen was pitifully weak.
Nine figures passed by at high speed, and the poor Zhenmen was torn to pieces by the force like a knife!
The town gate is filled with dust and sawdust is flying everywhere!
The pursuing cultivators came one after another. When they saw this, they did not slow down, their spiritual armor flashed with light, their spiritual shields opened, and they were ready to pass through the town gate!
"I knew that these people would definitely want us to eat ashes."
In the dust, someone complained.
Countless sword lights suddenly burst out from the dust, like bats hiding in the night, stretching out their blood-sucking fangs.
"There's an ambush!"
The pursuing cultivators were shocked.
Puff puff!
The cultivator who was chasing at the front had no time to react. The spiritual shield was like paper and was pierced in an instant. There were several bloody holes on the cultivator's body. The expression on the cultivator's face immediately solidified, and his body lost control, like a sandbag.
Depending on the inertia, it fell into the dust.
Not only him, but none of the cultivators in front survived.
"Sword Intent!"
The cultivators behind were shocked. There was only one possibility for such a devastating sword light - sword intent!
Only a sword cultivator who has understood the meaning of the sword can release such a terrifying sword light, can penetrate the spiritual armor so easily, and kill with one strike!
There were a small number of sword lights with different colors, obviously released by different sword cultivators!
There is more than one sword cultivator who understands the meaning of the sword!
The faces of this group of cultivators changed greatly. Sword cultivators who understand the sword's meaning are extremely rare. For sword cultivators in the pulse condensation stage, only one in a hundred can comprehend the sword's meaning, which is already considered rare. Why do sword cultivators work tirelessly to comprehend the sword's meaning?
This is because once the sword intention is understood, the power of the sword light will be much greater. This increase varies from person to person, because the sword techniques vary, but one thing is certain, the sword cultivator who understands the sword intention is far more powerful than his fellow practitioners.
Sword cultivators who have not understood the meaning of the sword are to be feared!
Seven swordsmen died in one encounter.
The others were frightened, but they were glad that at least they were being chased so closely just now. What made them even more happy was that the impact of the collision between the two sides swept away the dust and revealed the true face of the other party.
Five people!
Only five people!
They feel a little at ease, even though these five people have understood the sword's intention, their number is too small. There are fifty or sixty of them.
Zongru stood in the street with his eyes closed, holding the cross vajra pestle to subjugate demons, feeling neither joy nor fear in his heart.
His hand bead was destroyed in the battle with the blood-horned python. Zuo Mo felt quite guilty, so he came up with the idea of finding a new magic weapon for Zong Ru. However, Zong Ru rarely practiced meditation, and the magic weapon for meditation was even more
It was hard to find, so he suddenly thought of the half-broken cross vajra demon-subduing pestle that belonged to his ring.
The cross vajra demon-conquering pestle is an authentic meditation magic weapon, and the last time Zong Ru's hand beads were fully activated, Zuo Mo also got a glimpse of the mystery of the meditation magic weapon, so he spent a lot of thought to refine this magic weapon again.
He received a cross vajra pestle and gave it to Zongru.
As soon as the Cross Diamond Subduing Demonic Pestle came into Zongru's hands, Zongru knew that it was a high-level meditation magic weapon. The pestle contained extremely abundant Zen thoughts. I don't know which senior could hold this pestle for a long time and practice Zen.
Over time, a large amount of Zen thoughts have accumulated in this cross vajra demon-subduing pestle.
The effect of this cross vajra demon-subduing pestle in Zuo Mo's hand was less than one percent of that in Zong Ru's hand.
The Zen thoughts accumulated in the pestle are of great benefit to Zongru's practice. The most precious thing is that it contains many fragments of Zen insights from his predecessors.
Zongru, who had been suffering from no one to guide him, felt like he had found a treasure and made great progress with each passing day.
In addition to the fist intention, even the magical powers that he thought he would never be able to achieve in his lifetime were actually achieved inadvertently!
Feeling the gentle and cool breath coming from the cross vajra demon-subduing pestle, just when the sword light is about to disappear.
Zong Ru, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them!
