Because it is far away from the East Ring Road, life in the mountain is quite boring. Most of the outer disciples gather together to chat and have fun at night. The inner disciples spend most of their time on cultivation. To a certain extent, the survival of the inner disciples is The pressure is no less than that of the outer disciples. They need to practice hard so that they can participate in hunting monsters.
It is common sense that a sword cultivating sect that has no one participating in hunting demons will die out quickly within ten years.
This is the characteristic of swordsmanship sects. They tend to flourish very quickly, but also die out even more quickly. There are only a handful of swordsmanship sects with a long heritage, and all of them are behemoths.
These things have nothing to do with Zuo Mo, and he has nothing to do with hunting monsters.
In the dark, he walked alone on the mountain road. After several generations of management, the ferocious beasts in Wukong Mountain have long since disappeared, so there is no need to worry about safety issues.
From the moment he opened his eyes to now, every detail of his life flashed in his mind. His eyes became firmer and his steps became a little faster.
The sect didn't give him much preferential treatment, but he was used to the life here, which was a bit hard but also comfortable.
The only knot in his heart is his origin and life experience. The recurring dream and this face that never has an expression seem to be trying to tell him something. However, he has not found any clues until now. .
Apart from this knot, he is quite satisfied with his current life, but he may soon face the fate of being kicked out of the sect.
Maybe one day he will leave here, but at least not now.
There was another reason that drove him to make this determination, which was the impulse in his heart. He didn't understand why, but it seemed that after the first two encounters, the desire to fight in his bones was suddenly activated.
Zuo Mo didn't know if this was considered a "battle", but in his heart, the feeling of confrontation not only did not scare him, but he was vaguely looking forward to it.
The level of the eighth level of Qi refining is not affected at night as it is during the day.
Soon, he came to his fifty acres of spiritual land.
The withering spread quickly, and it was more serious than when I left this afternoon. Another large area of the spiritual valley began to show signs of withering.
Walking to the nearest tree, smelling the fishy smell, he suddenly thought of the scene where Senior Brother Guo Lu was vomiting blood and unconscious during the day, and couldn't help but hesitate a little. But this hesitation disappeared in his eyes and was replaced by it in a flash. It's a light as bright as fire!
Gengjin Qimang shines with golden and charming light in the dark night, they are like a group of golden elves.
Zuo Mo took a deep breath, held Gengjin Qimang in his right hand, and placed it on the stem of the spiritual valley in front of him.
boom!
It was like he was suddenly pulled into another world.
Countless black seeds like dandelions are flying in the air, forming a black ocean. This black sea ripples gently, and every time it ripples, it exudes a huge aura.
Each one of them is so small and weak, but the aura released by this black sea makes it difficult for even Zuo Mo to feel the emotion of resistance.
He faced this vast black sea blankly and was at a loss. For the first time, the fierce and violent Gengjin Qi light took the initiative to retreat behind him.
There were three people standing in the old blackhead's spiritual field.
Among the three people, the man with a square face and long beard has a majestic look, and he is calm and intimidating. The other is a skinny old man, with his eyes open and closed, a cold glow, and a threatening sword aura. The remaining one is fat and round. Come on, always have a smile on your face, happy.
If there were any disciples here, they would definitely be shocked.
The one who is not angry and self-proclaimed is the head of the sect, Pei Yuanran, the one who is as skinny as iron is Uncle Xin Yan, and the fat man with a smiling face is Yan Le. Among the four generations of Wukong Sword Sect, three of them have come. If word spreads, the sect will
It will definitely cause an uproar.
"Do you two junior brothers recognize what this is?" Pei Yuanran said in a deep voice. This strange disease came so unexpectedly without any warning. And the momentum was so fierce that in a few days, almost half of the spiritual fields were affected.
This has already determined that this year’s Lingtian harvest will be severely damaged, with more than half of the harvest lost. For a small sect like Wukong Jianmen, such losses are enough to affect their operations.
So when the news of the disappearance reached them, the headmaster and other uncles, who had never asked anything about the spiritual field, came to check it out.
However, the situation was worse than they imagined, and all three of them were in a terrible mood.
Xin Yan shook his head: "I've never seen it before, but it can eat souls. It should be a demon and should be punished!" The last two words are filled with murderous intent and the coldness of the forest!
"Second Senior Brother is right." Even Yan Le, a good old man who usually puts a smile on his face all day long, now had a serious look on his face: "It's just that no monster has ever set foot on my Wukong Mountain.
How did this little demon come to my Wukong Mountain?"
"There is something fishy about this matter." Pei Yuanran pondered, with an occasional hint of worry in his expression: "Since the two demon clans retreated to the Xuanji Belt three thousand years ago, in the past thousand years, no demons have ever been heard of appearing in Jianhe Mansion.
Earth. Now there is a monster clan appearing in our sect, which is really puzzling."
"Senior Brother, why should you worry too much? Just kill him." Xin Yan said coldly: "Not to mention a small demon that has not yet matured, it is a big demon. Humph, there are many who died under our swords!
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Yan Le showed a nostalgic look and said with a smile: "Remembering the time when the three of us hunted monsters, the second senior brother's [Ice Chi Sword] was able to frighten the demons, and Xiaoxiao was timid!"
The other two people couldn't help but express emotion in their memories.
"Let's take care of this little monster first. With the moonlight so beautiful, it will be one of the joys of life for us to go back to the courtyard to make tea and talk about our love." Pei Yuanran stroked his beard and said with a smile.
Yan Le clapped his hands and laughed: "This is a great thing to say. Second Senior Brother, we will hold the line for you."
Xin Yan did not refuse, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he summoned the flying sword.
A snow-white and crystal flying sword appeared in the sky, glowing with a bright and cold light that dimmed the moonlight. It stretched across the night sky and was breathtaking. This is Xin Yan's famous flying sword [Ice Chi Sword].
"go!"
A clear shout echoed throughout the countryside.
The Ice Chi sword trembled slightly, transforming into a snow-white Ice Chi, its eyes flashed fiercely, it let out a low roar, turned into a stream of light, and rushed towards the spiritual field!
Just as the stream of light was about to hit the spiritual field, something unexpected happened.
Each withered spiritual tree released a wisp of black smoke. These extremely fine black smoke grew when the wind blew. Almost in the blink of an eye, the spiritual field was covered with a layer of black smoke as black as ink, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.
Pei Yuanran and the others were shrouded in black smoke, but they showed no signs of panic.
They didn't know that not far away, there was an outer disciple who was also shrouded in black smoke.
Zuo Mo was awakened by Xin Yan's clear shout, but at this moment he was shocked to find that he could not withdraw his consciousness at all.
All he could see were countless black dandelion seeds flying all over the sky!
But the clear drink that came from nowhere disturbed the vast calm. The black dandelion seeds flying all over the sky stirred up, like a vast and boundless sea, and a storm suddenly blew up.
Anger, contempt, helplessness, sadness...
Many emotions emerged in Zuo Mo's mind. He was like a puppet, filled with countless emotions that did not belong to him. These emotions were vast, endless, and raging in Zuo Mo's sea of consciousness.
But Zuo Mo's own consciousness was extremely clear.
What's more tragic than having your consciousness controlled?
Something suddenly seemed to be touched in his heart, and an unprecedented disgust and hatred suddenly rose up!
damn it!
Zuo Mo's body was trembling, every joint in his body was trembling, the trembling was getting more and more intense, and the scene was extremely weird.
In the sea of consciousness, he struggled crazily and roared crazily!
"roll!"
The tearing roar, like rolling thunder, echoed over this vast black ocean.
The emotions raging in his heart suddenly disappeared as he shouted. He could still feel the various emotions coming from the black ocean, but these emotions would no longer occupy his consciousness.
Then, he saw a scene he would never forget.
A ray of snow-white sword light fell from the sky!
Just one sword!
He thought that the vast black ocean was split in half! It was impossible to describe the vastness and power of this sword. Zuo Mo was shocked. At this moment, his sea of consciousness was frozen by this stunning sword.
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Fear instinctively occupied every corner of his mind.
Everything seemed to slow down. After the devastating sword, countless fragments of sword intent were like a group of ferocious sharks, chasing those black dandelion seeds. Wherever they passed, there was nothing.
The anxiety and fear emanating from the black ocean...
Zuo Mo smiled. The black ocean manipulated his emotions just now and completely angered him.
The battle ended quickly. No second sword appeared. This sword had completely wiped out the black ocean. The spirit valley returned to normal, but it was seriously damaged and needed time to nourish. His control over his spiritual consciousness also returned to his own.
With his hands out of the spiritual valley, he couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
The danger tonight was far greater than he imagined. Now that he thinks about it, he can't help but feel afraid.
He sat on the ground with his body weak, his whole body soaked with sweat, and he suddenly shivered when the night wind blew.
He returned to his small courtyard in despair.
What are those black dandelions in the Spiritual Valley? Whose sword light appears out of thin air later?
The shock that that sword brought to him was too strong! The ice-cold, murderous intent of the sword was deeply engraved in his heart. He suddenly understood why so many people would choose sword cultivation, and they were so obsessed with power.
Pursuit is human nature!
What's more, it's still so powerful, such a terrifying force!
The fifty acres of spiritual valley were finally saved. Although the output this year will be significantly reduced, the rental fee should still be enough.
At this time, he breathed a sigh of relief, sat down, and checked his consciousness. He had never experienced such a situation tonight, and he was very worried about what bad effects it would have on himself.
As soon as he entered concentration, his expression suddenly changed dramatically!
There was actually a black dandelion seed floating in his sea of consciousness!