When Zuo Mo Youyou woke up, her head still hurt a little, but compared with the pain of being cut off all over her body before, it was much less severe.
Thinking of what happened before he fell into coma, his expression suddenly changed.
He is a very thoughtful person. When his mind is clear, his thoughts are extremely clear, and he can quickly think through the causes and consequences. It is almost unnecessary to think about it, it must be the black dandelion seed.
It was him who released the sword's will, and then he was the one who threatened him.
Thinking of this, Zuo Mo suddenly felt angry.
I actually cheated my brother, I just don’t want to live anymore!
He suddenly thought of what he seemed to have said before he fell into coma, and his expression changed slightly. Could it be that he failed to hold on and gave in, right?
When he thought of this, he quickly calmed his mind and entered his own sea of consciousness.
As soon as he entered the sea of consciousness, he was stunned.
On the rolling hills, there are continuous groups of lush ancient trees, and the green grass is like a green blanket. The fine wild flowers are mixed among the green grass, which makes it more lively.
It feels like walking into a mountain forest.
Before, my sea of consciousness was just a void, but now this picture is full of life...
Zuo Mo stayed completely where he was. The scene in front of him was far beyond his comprehension.
Walking on the grass in a daze, he felt the softness and smell of the grass coming from the soles of his feet, and sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose. Zuo Mo was in a daze, he was just a low-level cultivator at the eighth level of Qi refining.
When his eyes turned to a treeless hill, he immediately came out of his trance.
He ran towards that hill with all his strength.
On the hill, a man in black is sitting on a stone tablet, surrounded by black clouds. He puts one hand on his leg and supports his chin with the other, looking relaxed and comfortable.
As he got closer, Zuo Mo could clearly see the appearance of the man in black.
Perfect face!
Zuo Mo had never thought that a man could be so handsome. He had a neutral face, a high nose, shiny black hair covering his left eye, and his right eye was as narrow as a knife, with faint red pupils like bottomless blood.
Yuan, his thin and wide lips always have a shallow but sinister arc. There is a bright yellow copper ring hanging on each ear, and the wide black clothes are soft and smooth, like his hair.
It glowed with a black luster and stuck to his body, exuding a strange charm.
For a moment, Zuo Mo stood there blankly, not knowing what to say. He was just an ordinary disciple of a small sect. How had he ever seen such an outstanding person?
"My name is Pu." With a sweet and soft voice, he held his chin and stared at Zuo Mo with interest. The curve of his mouth became more obvious: "What's your name?"
"Zuo Mo." He replied blankly, he must be dreaming. Pu just sat casually, but all the light in the sea of consciousness seemed to be sucked away by him involuntarily. Those female disciples of Dongfeng whom Zuo Mo had seen,
There is no one who looks better than Pu.
When a man reaches this stage, he should cry.
When this idea popped up, Zuo Mo also came to his senses. Pu's charming and stunning aura was shattered by this nonsensical idea.
Seemingly noticing that Zuo Mo had come back to his senses, Pu smiled lightly, not displeased, and still used his voice that sounded like playing the strings of a piano: "It seems that we have to get along for a long time, but I believe that we will get along happily. Oh.
, by the way, this is for you."
Pu casually threw a light ball to Zuo Mo, and countless symbols circulated on the surface of the light ball.
"What is this?" Zuo Mo subconsciously caught the ball of light.
boom.
He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his body stiffened, and countless characters were suddenly stuffed into his mind, flowing endlessly.
"[Fetus Breath Refining God] is just a gadget. It can restore spiritual consciousness. It is considered a meeting gift." Pu Yong said in a lazy tone: "Although I also want to live and eat for free, but there is no other way. Who told you that the sea of consciousness is in pieces?
, fix the Consciousness Sea as soon as possible so that I don’t have to look for a place again.”
He waved his hand gracefully. Zuo Mo, who was standing still, felt his body tense up. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had retreated from the sea of consciousness.
There was suddenly some fear in his heart. Pu seemed to be more powerful than he thought. Such an uncontrolled person was in his own sea of consciousness, no, it was the sea of consciousness that controlled him! Zuo Mo, who had obtained [Fetal Breath Refining God], did not
Without the slightest joy, fear spread through his body like snake venom.
He swallowed with some difficulty, suppressing the fear in his heart, and thought about what he could do.
Report to the teacher?
In the past two years, he has only seen the leader once in total, that is, the time when he was picked up by the leader and he opened his eyes. As for the other elders, teachers and uncles, he has never seen them at all.
What worries him most is another guess.
He very much suspected that Pu was probably a demon!
He couldn't believe such a beautiful demon, but somehow, this suspicion was like a maggot attached to his bones, firmly fixed in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.
Zuo Mo has never seen a demon, and all his concepts about demons come from Yin Gui. It seems that when demons are mentioned, it means killing, death and bloodshed. But he is still very clear about the relationship between demons and cultivators as their natural enemies.
It is the duty of every cultivator to eliminate demons, no matter where they are.
However, Zuo Mo was just an entry-level cultivator who had just reached the eighth level of Qi refining. Not to mention destroying demons, the demons probably would not bother to destroy him.
What worries him even more is that once others know that there is a demon in his body, he will definitely be exterminated and defended by the demon, and not even a scum will be left. In the eyes of those senior cultivators, he is just an eighth-level Qi refining practitioner.
The cultivators are not even cannon fodder.
Maybe he would throw himself directly into the alchemy furnace and make some refinements with demons...
He couldn't help but shiver, his heart was pounding, and he quickly stopped these terrible conjectures.
In a daze, for two days in a row, Zuo Mo seemed not to be in the human world.
[Fetus Breath Refining God] Of course you have to practice, otherwise, you will be disabled before being crippled by Pu Yao. Pu Yao, this is Zuo Mo's new definition of Pu. No matter if he is a demon or not, as long as he looks good
If you do that, you can be called a demon.
The effect was very good. After a few days, most of his consciousness was healed. However, Zuo Mo didn't feel the slightest gratitude to Pu Yao. Because he remembered that the reason why his consciousness was injured was Pu Yao's fault.
In the past few days, he did not go to see the sea again.
If at first glance, Pu Yao left the deepest impression on Zuo Mo as a monster, then now, the monster has been transformed into evil!
What on earth does this guy want to do?
This is the source of real fear!
Zuo Mo soon discovered that his life had become extremely bad. For a cultivator who only aspired to be a spiritual cultivator, life was the most important thing.
He decided to talk to Pu Yao.
Like last time, Pu was sitting leisurely on the stone tablet, still dressed in black. When he saw Zuo Mo, he smiled. His smile among the dark clouds made him look full of evil. There is no speculation that Pu is a demon.
Autonomy emerged again.
Zuo Mo's heart trembled. He did not lack courage, but when the other party was in absolute control, he would not do such a stupid act as showing courage. He suddenly noticed the stone tablet under Pu's body, which was half a person tall.
Dark clouds surrounded the stone monument, and when he accidentally glanced at the surface of the stone monument, he couldn't help but pause.
grave!
This is a tomb!
It's not a stone monument, it's a tombstone!
He was suddenly startled, and his heart beat a little faster.
"What? You want to chat with me?" said the lazy voice. He didn't know if the tombstone was a ghost. Zuo Mo always felt that there was a coldness in Pu's voice that could easily seep into people's hearts.
Zuo Mo calmed down and put on a flattering smile on his face: "Brother, look, my cultivation level is so low, I'm so skinny that I don't even have a few kilograms of meat, so it doesn't taste good."
"Eat?" Pu suddenly smiled, opened his crimson right pupil, and said leisurely: "Speaking of delicious human flesh, well, it's been a long time ago. There are many things to pay attention to when it comes to good human flesh, and sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls are the best.
, the meat is tender and the bones are crispy, tsk tsk.”
The scarlet tongue licked his lips, his expression full of aftertaste.
Zuo Mo was frightened when he saw it, so he forced a smile and said: "Yes, yes, do you think you are a different person?"
"Substitute?" Pu tilted his head and stared at Zuo Mo: "What? Are you not happy? Do you think I have taken your place?"
Being stared directly at by Pu's crimson right eye, Zuo Mo felt chilled in his heart and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no! It's my honor! It's my honor!"
Seemingly satisfied with Zuo Mo's answer, Pu withdrew his gaze, closed his right eye again, and said casually: "How many golden elixir stages have you had as a disciple in your lifetime? Ten?"
Zuo Mo shook his head.
"Eight?"
Zuo Mo continued to shake his head.
"Five?"
Zuo Mo finally couldn't help it. He felt that the other party was making fun of him: "Not one of them. Senior fellow apprentices of the same generation, the highest level of cultivation is at the end of foundation building."
With his right eye slightly closed, Pu's face showed a dazed expression for the first time, which made Zuo Mo very proud.
After a while, Pu shook his head and sighed: "No wonder you are so bad."
Zuo Mo almost vomited blood.
Pu opened his eyes, his eyes fell on Zuo Mo again, he looked up and down, held his chin in his hand, and said to himself: "The body is too weak, only the bones can barely hold it together, huh?"
The other party commented on him as if he were inspecting an item, which made Zuo Mo feel very unhappy, but Pu's "Huh" sentence made his heart skip a beat.
"Is there a problem?" He couldn't help but ask urgently. He knew that his body was not normal. His face was as stiff as a zombie, and the dream that had appeared countless times was like a thorn in his heart.
Pu Yang raised his head, and the hair on his forehead almost covered half of his face on the left side. The unblocked red right eye glanced at Zuo Mo's face, and the corner of his mouth raised: "No problem."
"Well, although you are bad, you are not so bad that there is no cure." Pu returned to his lazy tone.
"What I want to ask is..." Zuo Mo decided to have a showdown with Pu. He wanted to find out what Pu wanted to do.
"Oh, right." Pu interrupted Zuo Mo. He narrowed his blood-red right eye and raised his thin lips to one side: "Let's start practicing [Fetal Breath Refining God]. How is it? The effect is not bad? Almost
I forgot to tell you that [Fetus Breath Refining God] is good, but there is a problem."
Zuo Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he had an unknown premonition.
"Once you start practicing [Fetal Breath Refining God], you can't stop. It is said that if you don't practice to the point of having a fetal breath for three months, there will be some minor problems."
He raised his right hand, spread his fingers, raised the corners of his mouth higher, and his bright red pupils seemed to be brighter: "Actually, it's just a small pain like blood surge. Well, you know, I used to have a very creative friend.
, he is in charge of the prison.”
Pu tells the story as if telling a story.
"Once, he met a very tough guy. He tried his best but couldn't pry this guy's mouth open. So he asked me for this mental method. He sent a subordinate to pretend to be a prisoner.
Get close to this guy. Then, through the mouth of his subordinates, teach him this secret. Well, you know, I have always admired him for his creativity and patience."
He said with a bit of excitement: "It's a pity that the prisoner is not very talented. He just couldn't practice it for three months. Well, I always thought that my friend must have missed a sentence or two on purpose."
"What happened next?" Zuo Mo asked tremblingly.
"Later?" The smile on Pu's face became even brighter: "It took three months and one day to recruit him, but my friend was soft-hearted and did not kill him. He hung up for three months and begged my friend to kill him every day. Listen.
Such a delicate and melodious wail, what a joy it is! It is said that when he died, oh, his soul exploded like fireworks, it was so beautiful."
A bone-chilling chill spread throughout Zuo Mo's body.
His poor nerves were like springs that were compressed to the extreme. All the pent-up anger suddenly exploded. He lost his mind on the spot and howled at Pu - "You perverted shemale! I will fight with you."
