Putting his hand on Linggu, Senior Brother Guo Lu suddenly had a touch of gold on his face.
This move alone made Zuo Mo couldn't help but secretly praise that Senior Brother Guo Lu's attainments in [Geng Jin Jue] were much deeper than his own. Although he had broken through to the second level, in terms of practical application and understanding, he was inferior to Guo Lu.
Senior brother is far behind.
However, something unexpected happened!
Senior Brother Guo Lu's expression changed, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he fell on his back. The onlookers were shocked and rushed up to Senior Brother Guo Lu's side.
I saw Brother Guo Lu's face as white as paper, his breath as thin as a thread, and he was unconscious.
The senior brothers who had a good relationship with Senior Brother Guo Lu quickly carried him on their backs and ran towards the mountain. The old blackhead stood there blankly, and suddenly burst into tears with a shrill voice that made people feel pity.
The crowd gradually dispersed, worry written on everyone's face.
Zuo Mo moved his steps and walked into the spiritual field. He stood in front of a spiritual valley and observed carefully. He didn't dare to put his hand on it. The scene just now really made him fearful of these spiritual valleys.
A fishy smell penetrated his nose, and Zuo Mo couldn't help but frown. In his two years of planting career, he had never smelled a similar smell. He actually wanted to find out what was in this spiritual valley.
Because he suddenly thought of the first time he encountered an aphid, the violent and dangerous aura was still fresh in his memory. But when he used [Geng Jin Jue] on the five acres of spiritual land, this was the only time that happened.
Senior Brother Guo Lu suddenly vomited blood. The first thought in his mind was, could there be a similar but more powerful aura in these spiritual valleys?
But Senior Brother Guo Lu's past experience told him not to try it lightly.
Glancing at the old black head, he sighed in his heart. Even Senior Brother Guo Lu was unable to solve the problem.
All the way back to his small courtyard, the scene just now was still lingering in his mind. Senior Brother Guo Lu was vomiting blood and was injured, which also caused the seriousness of the problem to increase rapidly. It is certain that the sect will definitely respond. He is only the only fourth master in the sect who is proficient in planting.
Gu Shi Fengrong went out on a journey half a year ago and has not returned yet. Senior Sister Hao Min, who was looking after the medicine field, also went out with Senior Brother Luo Li.
Senior Sister Hao Min was probably going to be unlucky, but Zuo Mo didn't take much pleasure in his misfortune.
He had a feeling that the strange disease would spread. He had just stepped into the spiritual field and inspected it, and there were obvious differences in the degree of withering of the spiritual grains. This showed that the spiritual grains in this spiritual field were infected with the disease at different times.
The situation was exactly as he expected. In the following time, two more senior brothers' Linggu were infected with this strange disease.
The top leaders of the sect have still not taken any effective measures, and Brother Guo Lu is still unconscious.
The Wu Kong Sword Gate is shrouded in a dark cloud.
There are still about two months left before the harvest season of spiritual grains. Everyone can only pray that the spiritual grains in their spiritual fields can escape this disaster and survive until the harvest season.
However, prayers had no effect, and the number of outer disciples who had no harvest this year quickly increased to ten.
Zuo Mo's luck seemed to have run out, and he became one of these ten people. The five acres in the yard were fine, but the fifty acres of spiritual land he rented began to show withered spiritual grains.
His heart suddenly became nervous!
No matter when, he never thought that he would leave the sect. Planting is not an easy job, but he still lives a very nourishing life. Since he opened his eyes two years ago, he has been living in Wukong Mountain, which is like his
Homely.
However, if he cannot pay enough rent for the spiritual field this year, he will be expelled from the sect.
This is something he absolutely cannot accept! What's more, after leaving the small courtyard, where can he find even a small amount of spiritual veins?
There is nothing more painful than watching the spiritual grains in the fields wither one after another, and nothing more despairing than being unable to stop them from spreading. The unpleasant fishy smell is floating in the spiritual fields, and the fertile spiritual fields are like muddy ponds.
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The sect is also in mourning. The number of outer disciples in Lingtian who have contracted the disease has risen to twenty-five, and the remaining disciples are all in danger.
The entire Linggu tree is almost withered, and only a hint of green can be seen near the soil. If we can't find a way, it will be too late when the Linggu tree is completely dead.
When Zuo Mo was at a loss what to do, suddenly a small pink thousand crane appeared in front of him.
"Damn woman! You're here to cause trouble at this time!" Zuo Mo couldn't help but cursed when he saw the paper crane.
He had no intention of taking off the paper crane. He sneered and said to himself: "Humph, I won't let you down, so you can go play by yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, the little Qianzhe that flew in front of him suddenly unfolded automatically.
"Master, where are you waiting for me?"
The sweet and lovely voice penetrates into the ears, like licking a sip of honey, and like being gently scratched in the heart. The bones of those with weak concentration will become crispy.
Zuo Mo was dumbfounded and looked at the pink piece of paper that automatically unfolded in front of him. It was these nine sentences that were written on it.
The wonders displayed by the little pink Chizuru shocked Zuo Mo's weak heart like never before.
He suddenly had a hunch that he might be in big trouble.
"Forget it, forget it, it's boring to argue with a woman. I won't play with you!" He said to himself righteously.
"You want to use a beauty trap to seduce me? Humph!" Zuo Mo sneered in his heart: "You are still a little immature. Not to mention the mere magic sound, even if a peerless naked woman is in front of you, I can still sit still and calm.
"
In the spiritual field, a duck's voice like a broken gong could be heard chanting: "I am a mirror, where can I cause dust?"
Before he finished speaking, another small pink thousand crane flew in front of him from the sky.
The delicate and tender little Chizuru unfolds itself gracefully as if taking off her clothes.
"Hehe, Master, if you don't reply to the letter, I will draw a Pyroblast Talisman on the next Little Chizuru."
"Is my brother scared?" Zuo Mo disagreed: "Is my brother someone who will bow to power..."
He suddenly paused, tilted his head and thought, muttering to himself: "Pyroblast Talisman, I seem to have heard of it somewhere..."
Before he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of a small pink thousand crane flying straight towards him from the horizon out of the corner of his eye.
He scratched his head and came again! How did the other party locate him? This was what puzzled him the most. He had never heard that Xiao Qianzhe could have such a function, unless those who were really powerful
Guys. But who with a slightly higher level of strength would use a loser like Xiao Qianzuru?
Wait, she said she would draw a Pyroblast Talisman this time...
Zuo Mo's pupils suddenly widened and he ran away without hesitation.
boom!
There was an explosion behind him, and the strong air wave knocked Zuo Mo over several times, causing him to fall and chew on the mud.
Zuo Mo was confused. As a junior cultivator who only specialized in planting, situations like explosions should never appear in his life.
He struggled to sit up from the dirt and looked at the big crater behind him, his expression dull.
On the horizon, another pink little thousand crane flew in front of him, still unfolded as if taking off its clothes, but in Zuo Mo's eyes, there was no beauty at all, but instead it was full of the elegance of a queen.
The biggest feature of the Queen's favor is that it doesn't matter whether you like it or not.
"Hehe, Master, after a stick of incense, I want to draw a serial fire symbol."
Zuo Mo's head buzzed, and he jumped to the ground as if his butt was on fire. He grabbed the pink paper floating in front of him and ran towards his residence.
A stick of incense!
Dead woman!
When the familiar courtyard appeared in the field of vision, Zuo Mo almost cried with his lungs almost on fire and smoke coming from his throat. He rushed into the courtyard like the wind, rushed into the room like the wind, and found cinnabar and wolf hair like the wind.
"What do you want to do?"
There was absolutely no trace of the boldness and ease of the last time, and she was as resentful as a weak woman who was forced into her boudoir by a man who looked like a wolf and a tiger in the middle of the night.
Folding the pink paper as fast as possible, then pouring spiritual power into it even faster, patting his chest and watching it disappear into the horizon with lingering fear.
Zuo Mo felt that he was so unlucky. Why did he pick up the paper crane when he had nothing to do? Why did he reply to the letter when he had nothing to do?
As soon as I thought about falling from the sky, densely packed paper cranes were flying all over the sky, and then boom boom! With myself as the center, not a single tile was left within a radius of three miles.
Zuo Mo's scalp felt numb.
Not long after, a small pink thousand crane flew in front of him from the window.
"Hehe, I just want to chat with you. Life, ideals, how interesting it is!"
Zuo Mo simply raised the white flag: "I surrender!"
The other party turned a blind eye and said, "Hehe, what is your ideal in life?"
"Earn crystal stones." Zuo Mo wrote with humiliation and helplessness.
"Are crystal stones earned?"
"I can't pull it out anyway." Zuo Mo broke the jar and threw it.
Before Zuo Mo became numb, he finally understood. The other person was just a woman who was raised in a boudoir, was extremely bored, empty and lonely, had no regard for human life, and was so powerful and perverted. And it was this "powerful and perverted" thing that easily killed Zuo Mo.
Make no attempt to resist.
Fortunately, this woman still has the habit of eating. For the first time, Zuo Mo thanked this habit, which was gradually disappearing from the cultivator world, for saving his poor lamb.
After temporarily dismissing this woman, Zuo Mo breathed a sigh of relief. From the high tension before to the complete numbness later, Zuo Mo profoundly performed the complete process of the traumatized soul.
This even made him no longer have any fear of those spiritual valleys that could make Brother Guo Lu vomit blood. What he experienced this afternoon made him believe that nothing more terrifying than this terrifying woman would ever appear in this world.
He decided to try to save his fifty acres of spiritual valley.