Familiar yet unfamiliar voices echoed like a nightmare.
As usual, Zuo Mo woke up from his dream and sat up with a wry smile. Logically speaking, after having the same dream so many times, he should be quite numb, but every time he woke up, he would find that his whole body was covered in sweat. Every time
It was exactly the same, even he found it incredible.
The stars in the sky are dazzling and bright, the stars are shining, and Wukong Mountain is quiet and peaceful.
The dangerous scene last night passed before his eyes, and he suddenly thought of the black dandelion seed in his consciousness. He quickly checked it and found that it was still floating in his consciousness. There was no movement, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
No matter what method he used, it had no effect on the black dandelion seed.
He was a little worried. This black dandelion seed didn't seem to be a good thing at first glance. Now that it suddenly wandered into his sea of consciousness, it must be up to no good.
Why don't you go to the hospital for a while?
He was thinking about it in his mind, and woke up in the middle of the night. He had no sleep at all. He thought about the black dandelion seeds for a moment and then threw it aside. When he couldn't think of any way, the worry was purely unnecessary.
Due to his cultivation level, his sea of consciousness is not very big, and there is nothing except the black dandelion seed.
As he thought about it, he remembered the sword intention that appeared out of the sky that day. The sword intention shocked him so much that it was deeply engraved in his mind.
He has never practiced sword techniques, but it does not mean that he does not understand it at all. Among the outer disciples, many people practice sword techniques. After all, Wukong Sword Sect is a sword cultivation sect. Senior brother Wei Sheng specializes in sword training.
, and once served as the sword servant of Senior Brother Luo Li.
The so-called sword servants are servants of sword cultivators. They are responsible for cleaning the battlefield and other auxiliary tasks.
Senior Brother Wei Sheng is the outer disciple with the most powerful fighting ability, and he has rich combat experience. It is said that even the sword cultivators in the early stage of foundation building were killed by him. But he has also seen the scene of Senior Brother Wei Sheng practicing swordsmanship, and it is colorful.
It is quite beautiful. Compared with the sword intention, it is like a colorful bird made of paper, which can be broken with one poke.
But he had never even thought about the awe-inspiring sword intent last night that shattered the heavens and earth. Under that sword intent, everything surrendered, and he was as insignificant as that ant.
At this moment, something unexpected happened!
In his sea of consciousness, a sharp, snow-white sword intent appeared out of thin air without any warning!
Zuo Mo's whole body froze, his eyes bulged outward, and his breathing suddenly stopped.
After a while, his cold body gradually warmed up, and his eyes gradually regained their vitality. He exhaled heavily, with only horror in his eyes.
how so?
The sword intent that suddenly appeared just now was exactly the same as the terrifying sword intent last night!
Unprepared, the sword intent almost cut his consciousness in half. The pure and ruthless murderous intention contained in the sword intent directly caused him to lose his breath, and all the organs in his body stopped moving at that moment!
He was still frightened and couldn't understand the situation at all.
How can it be!
The black dandelion seeds left in his sea of consciousness had already frightened him, and now there was another sword intent!
wrong!
When I checked before, I didn't find this sword intention!
Withdrawing from the sea of consciousness, he carefully recalled the entire process of the emergence of the sword intention. Only then did he realize that the time when the sword intention appeared was when he thought of the sword intention in front of the black dandelion seeds in the sea of consciousness.
A bold idea suddenly popped into his mind.
Could it be that this sword intent was released by that black dandelion seed?
This incredible idea never left my mind.
The sea of consciousness returned to a void, and black dandelion seeds were floating alone in the empty sea of consciousness. Zuo Mo was hesitant, that sword intention was too strong, and the impact just now had a great impact on his body and mind.
But the idea of finding it clear in my heart quickly took over, and I gritted my teeth!
Fight!
Facing the black dandelion seeds, he recalled the sword intent in his mind!
hiss!
A sword that was as white as silver came out with a clang!
puff!
Zuo Mo stiffened and spat out a mouthful of blood.
After a while, laughter of "Hahahaha!" echoed in the small courtyard. Zuo Mo's mouth was filled with blood, which was shocking, but his face was filled with joy.
Sure enough, it was the black dandelion seed! The sword intent was released from it!
This time he was prepared, and he could see clearly. Not only that, he also found that this sword intention was completely different from what he had seen before, no, in other words, it was clearer! Because of this, its power
It was revealed again that Zuo Mo's fragile mind could withstand such a domineering sword attack? He was immediately injured and vomited blood.
But even though he was injured, Zuo Mo couldn't help laughing.
If you can understand this sword intention...
Before last night, he had no interest in practicing swordsmanship. However, the pure and sharp sword energy last night planted a seed in his heart, a seed of interest in power.
But Zuo Mo quickly withdrew from his joy. This sword intent was so overbearing that he couldn't bear it.
There was a dull pain in his head. He had received two sword strikes in succession, and his mind had been injured. Moreover, remembering the pain of his whole body being frozen and his sea of consciousness being easily cut in half, his face turned pale.
There are naturally many benefits to understanding this sword intention, but it also comes with a heavy price. Injuries to the mind are more difficult to treat than other injuries.
The pain in his head made him gasp for breath from time to time. He picked up Yin Gui beside him and poured spiritual power into it.
"A fierce conflict broke out again in the Xuanji belt..."
Zuo Mo couldn't help but be startled by Yin Guili's voice. Yin Guili was an indispensable part of his life, and he would fall asleep listening to Yin Guili every day. During this period, there were obviously more news about conflicts in the Xuanji belt than before.
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Could it be that the demons are unwilling to be suppressed for a long time and are about to start a counterattack?
He thought a little nonsensically, but he quickly put the problem aside. Whether it was Xuanji or the demons, they were thousands of miles away from him and had nothing to do with him. He didn't believe that the demons could come up with anything.
, three thousand years ago, the war between the cultivators and the demons ended with the cultivators' complete victory. If it were not for the Xuanji Belt that blocked the cultivators' progress, it is very likely that the demons would have been wiped out.
Then came some news about the sword trial meeting, and Zuo Mo was very interested.
Suddenly he had a splitting headache, Zuo Mo held his head and groaned.
The greatest pain in life is when a peerless beauty falls from the sky, and at the same time an evil dragon that protects the beauty falls.
What was even more painful was that just as he took in the beauty's peerless beauty, he was kicked to the vital point by an evil dragon.
Zuo Mo wailed in his heart, repairing his spiritual consciousness was the most urgent problem he was facing now. However, for a low-level cultivator who only had the eighth level of Qi Refining, repairing his spiritual consciousness was definitely a problem far beyond his ability.
it hurts!
It was as if the deepest part of his brain was being cut gently with a knife. After just a moment, Zuo Mo went crazy.
He sat on the roof holding his head, moaning in pain.
I don’t want beauties!
Zuo Molian felt like crying. Holding his head, he almost crawled to the futon in the quiet room.
The only thing he could hope for now was that meditation could alleviate the pain. Soon, the cruel reality shattered his last bit of luck. No matter how he used his spiritual power, the severe pain in his soul did not ease at all.
The whole person seemed to be cut in half, but the whole body was intact.
He held his head, rolling on the ground and wailing. Gradually, the wailing sound became lower and lower.
There is no point in being ignorant. His understanding of spiritual consciousness is pitiful. If his cultivation was deeper and he knew more things, he would never dare to be so reckless. The restoration of spiritual consciousness, even for those cultivators in the pulse condensation stage
, there aren’t many ways to do it. Unless a cultivator in the Golden Core stage takes action, it can be repaired relatively easily.
However, if a cultivator of the golden elixir stage takes action, the price is definitely not a small sum.
Low-level cultivators would never dare to use their Yuan Shen, even if they were good at spiritual consciousness meditation, they would not dare to do so before the golden elixir stage.
Zuo Mo was just a low-level cultivator who had just broken through the eighth level of Qi refining. His consciousness was attacked twice in a row that was far beyond his ability to bear. It was rare that he didn't die.
If the consciousness is injured and there is no external force to heal it, it will not die.
Poor Zuo Mo curled up completely into a ball. He had no strength to roll over, he was dying and his consciousness was blurred.
Vaguely he seemed to hear someone talking.
"Do you want to live?"
The simple and desolate voice is upright and majestic.
"Save me!" Zuo Mo heard his own helpless reply full of surprise and pleading.
"Keep my etiquette, hold on to my heart, and fulfill my oath, are you willing?"
"That's too cruel!" Zuo Mo, who was dying, couldn't help but wailed. He suddenly felt that he was being tricked.
"Are you willing?" The majestic voice rolled like thunder, full of oppression.
"Go to hell!" Zuo Mo suddenly became furious: "Don't think I don't know it was you..." He still wanted to curse, but his consciousness was in severe pain and he couldn't help but scream.
"Would you like that?"
"Go to hell!" Zuo Mo screamed and cursed while extending his middle finger.
"Would you like that?"
"Die!" Zuo Mo didn't even have the strength to scream, let alone stretch his fingers, so he could only hum weakly.
"Would you like that?"
"Go to hell!" Zuo Mo's reply was as thin as a mosquito's, and his voice became thinner and thinner, like a gossamer.
"Would you like that?"
"Go to hell..."
Zuo Mo's consciousness was blurred and he struggled.
The upright and majestic voice finally fell silent. Zuo Mo's consciousness was completely blurred at this time, and everything around him was blurred.
In the vagueness, he didn't know if it was his imagination. When the voice spoke again, it lost its majesty, only loneliness.
"If you lose your etiquette, your heart will die, but the oath you once made..."
The sound seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, and he became unconscious.
When Zuo Mo was in a coma, the floating black dandelion seed quietly fell from the sea of consciousness.
As soon as it falls, it plunges into the sea of consciousness, takes root, sprouts, blooms, and bears fruit. Countless black dandelion seeds scatter and float to every corner of the sea of consciousness.
In the blink of an eye, the sea of consciousness turned into a black sea. The black sea suddenly collapsed, and countless fragments floated into the sky like black petals, turning into countless wisps of black smoke.
The black smoke transformed into a vague human form.