Zuo Mo felt a little nervous when he was stared at, and said with a smile: "It would be a pity if the Great Sun Demonic Body cannot be cultivated!"
Being stared at during the day again, just when Zuo Mo thought Pu Yao was going to be angry, Pu Yao suddenly said: "Let me think about this."
Although Pu Yao didn't agree immediately, Zuo Mo still saw hope and he quickly exited the sea of consciousness.
As soon as Zuo Mo exited the sea of consciousness, he saw large waves of black mist emerging from the tombstone, and figures on the tombstone flickered.
Pu Yao seemed to have not seen it and said to himself: "Fellow demon demon, this idea is interesting."
The relationship between demons and monsters is much closer than the relationship with cultivators, but they have never heard of such things among fellow cultivators. Pu Yao is a demon who knows things, and Ji Guhuang's sacrificial technique is of course a unique skill, but it is
The Sun Demon Body is also one of the best. If Zuo Mo had not cultivated it, Pu Yao would never have touched this head. But now that Zuo Mo has cultivated the Sun Demon Body, it would be a pity to throw it away.
The cultivation atmosphere of demons is the most open and enlightened among the three. The training method of schools like the Demon Academy is more open than the sect inheritance of cultivators and the demon group inheritance.
The figure on the tombstone flashes.
"Do you think you can try it?" Pu Yao raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
He couldn't help but ponder. He had a lot of grievances and dissatisfaction with Tombstone, but to be able to protect Tombstone for ten thousand years, the relationship was naturally extraordinary. Tombstone had many things that he thought were stupid, old-fashioned and paranoid, but in terms of cultivation, Tombstone's knowledge and achievements, he
It's also very clear.
Pu Yao hesitated in a rare moment. Zuo Mo was able to realize the Divine Induction Technique on his own, so he was the perfect person to practice the Ji Ancient Desolate Sacrifice Technique. He was the best inheritor. If Zuo Mo concentrated on practicing the Ji Ancient Desolate Sacrifice Technique and reached the realm of the Heavenly Demon, it would be possible
It's very big. But if you practice the demon body and the magic at the same time, the result is very difficult to predict. The journey of cultivating the demon body is the most dangerous. If you are not careful, both body and soul will be destroyed.
The figure flashing on the surface of the tombstone is quietly waiting for Pu Yao's decision.
Pu Yao caught a glimpse of the tombstone and its tranquility from the corner of his eye. All the past events flashed through his mind like a fleeting glimpse. His blood-stained pupils suddenly became deep, and a trace of undetectable sadness appeared in the deepest part of his eyes.
After a moment, his expression returned to normal, and he sneered: "What? Are you afraid that your inheritance will be annihilated? Your outdated things should have been thrown into the trash a long time ago!"
"Hmph! Just practice, I'm a little curious too. Tsk, witches, demonic bodies, spells, talisman formations, what kind of monster will this kid turn into?"
A flash of madness flashed through Pu Yao's blood pupils.
In the camp, since Zuo Mo opened his eyes, everyone finally felt relieved. However, this incident also sounded the alarm for everyone. This ghost place is more dangerous than they imagined.
Everyone in the Wei camp practiced even harder.
Xuansha Qi is of great benefit to them, and the Xuanshaqi contained in the evil mist is richer and more difficult to refine. They have to carefully control the amount of refining evil mist, otherwise, the evil mist will corrode their minds, and they will
Because it gradually degenerates into a evil soul beast.
However, this is indeed a good place to practice "Bitter Guard". Everyone has made great progress, and one person has cultivated his own weapon. This person is beyond everyone's expectation, it is Awen. After Awen recovered from his injury
, so he stayed in the Wei camp and practiced "Bitter Guard" with others.
Among the guards, Awen had been practicing "Bitter Guard" for the shortest time, but his progress was so fast that it was simply jaw-dropping. When Zuo Mo learned that Awen had developed a weapon, he couldn't help but be shocked. This talent was too ridiculously strong.
Bar.
The weapon Awen cultivated was a spear, which was completely black without a trace of light. There was a dark red tassel hanging under the spearhead, like a dark flame.
After cultivating this black spear, Awen hugged it and fell into concentration.
Another thing that surprised Zuo Mo was the more than 300 flower slaves. Ever since they were rescued by the Hundred Flowers League, these flower slaves have been taken care of by Shulong and practiced the "Flower Demon Rebirth Technique". This magic is extremely magical.
.In a short period of time, not only did their sanity and spirit recover, but they also successfully suppressed the spiritual flowers rooted in them.
The Hundred Flowers League uses flower slaves to grow flowers, and they select rare and rare spiritual flowers. These spiritual flowers are all in the fifth grade. They are rare spiritual objects in themselves and can automatically absorb the surrounding spiritual energy. However, the spiritual energy here is
It was thin and filled with mysterious evil energy everywhere. The spirit flowers on their bodies absorbed the evil evil energy one after another.
It has to be said that everything in the world has its own mystery.
After the violent and dark evil spirit was absorbed and transformed by the spirit flower, not only did it not have any darkness at all, but it was gentle and lively. Their progress was rapid.
Compared to the people in the Wei camp who are enjoying themselves like a fish in water, the situation in the Suzaku camp is not that good. Although Zuo Mo gave them "Evil Spirit", which finally made them not so afraid of the mysterious evil spirit, they still need to cultivate it to regain their full combat effectiveness.
Quite a level.
Among them, those in the worst situation were the sixteen talisman cultivators headed by Gong Liangwei.
Since they were captured in Xiaoshan Realm, they were incorporated into the Suzaku Camp by Gongsun Cha. However, due to their cultivation characteristics, their position in the Suzaku Camp was quite embarrassing.
Nowadays, the Suzaku camp's fighting style is fast and sharp. This is the fighting style that sword cultivators are best at, while Fu cultivators are better at assisting. In addition, the magic formulas they cultivate are not advanced magic formulas, and they can provide their own side with
The gains are very limited, and the battle is often over before they even take action.
Although Master Gongsun attaches great importance to them, he still cannot change their awkward position.
Their cultivation level is also at the bottom among the Suzaku Camp. And "Evil Spirit" has very high requirements for cultivation level, so they feel even more strenuous.
"How about we ask Master Gongsun to be transferred to the Golden Crow Camp." One of them said dejectedly.
Gong Liangwei was silent. He was over forty years old and his talent was average, but because he was a stable man, he was the senior brother of this group of people. He also knew in his heart that at the moment, Golden Crow Camp was indeed more suitable for them.
They are good at all kinds of talisman seals, and one of them, Li Zhuo, is able to draw second-grade talisman soldiers. This is a quite remarkable achievement for a talisman cultivator in the pulse condensation stage.
Talisman cultivators are proficient in various talisman formations, good at setting up formations and making various talisman seals, and are proficient in the techniques of using talisman seals.
In their daily practice, talisman cultivators also need to use talisman arrays and seals. This is what makes them different from other cultivators. However, the spiritual energy here is thin, and the talisman arrays they need for practice cannot exert their due power.
, and their cultivation level is not enough for them to practice "Evil Spirit".
Just as they were talking, Zong Ru came towards them.
Gong Liangwei quickly stood up and greeted him. Zong Ru led the shield guard Qu and was responsible for Lord Gongsun's safety. He had a prominent position in the Suzaku Camp. Gong Liangwei was well versed in the way of dealing with the world. There was no trace of distress on his face and he said with a smile: "It's rare for Lord Zong to come here.
, but what are your orders?”
Zong Ru smiled gently and handed over a few jade slips: "Master Gongsun asked me to send a few things to you."
Gong Liangwei took the jade slip with some doubts: "What is worthy of a trip in person?"
"You will know after seeing it."
After Zong Ru finished speaking, he handed over and left. Now Zong Ru has become more and more gentle and restrained. He looks like an ordinary person without any sharpness at all.
After Zongru left, everyone immediately surrounded him.
Gong Liangwei's consciousness swept over the jade slip, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
The jade slips in their hands were the same jade slips that Zuo Mo sent to Jinwu Camp.
It involved the contents of the talisman array, making each of their eyes shine.
Gongsun Chai spent every day playing chess. When the mysterious man didn't show up, he groped for it alone. Ever since he heard that war generals also had secrets to practice, his mind began to move.
He was completely obsessed with the difficult profession of warrior.
Since there is no magic formula for warriors to practice, why not try to explore it yourself?
Gongsun Cha's temperament is a bit crazy, but he reacts with interest and passion to things that ordinary people find unreasonable. He created his own military skills, which would have been unthinkable for another person, but he didn't do it at all.
A little timid.
However, when it comes to cultivation knowledge, he is quite self-aware, but he also has his own method, which is to play chess.
These war chess pieces are extremely ingenious and very close to reality. The person who designed them is definitely an extremely powerful war general. Of course, it is more likely that he is a demon war general.
However, in Gongsun Cha's view, this difference does not matter much.
He tried to find clues in the game of chess. He had always been curious about how a real warrior practiced. Recently, he had been immersed in this difficult exploration.
He discovered something.
"Huh!"
Pu Yao, who was giving instructions to Zuo Mo, suddenly raised his head, a look of surprise flashed in his bloody pupils.
Zuo Mo was stunned, raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Oh, it's okay." Pu Yao's face returned to normal, and he looked at Zuo Mo: "You can continue to practice the Great Sun Demonic Body, provided that your magic practice meets my requirements."
"What's the request?" Zuo Mo asked weakly.
Pu Yao grinned: "When I was in the Demonic Mansion, I had a nickname."
"Nickname?" Zuo Mo was stunned: "What nickname?"
"They like to call me the Catalog of Witchcraft." A faint voice came from Pu Yao's face shrouded in shadow, and a sneer like a blade flashed across his face: "As my inheritor, you must maintain this fine tradition.
."
Zuo Mo suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
"From today on, immerse yourself in the ocean of witchcraft!"
Pu Yao's arrogant and wanton voice drove Zuo Mo completely into hell.
There are countless types of black magic. There are as many as 500 kinds of basic small black magic, and its scale can be imagined.
But Pu Yao had no intention of teaching Zuo Moji the ancient sacrificial skills, but started to explain the small magic arts. Zuo Mo was suddenly shocked to realize that the small magic skills he thought he had learned were more profound, broader and deeper than he imagined.
A completely different world began to appear in front of him little by little.
As for Pu Yao, he has never explained sorcery in this way. He has all kinds of sorcery at his fingertips and uses them freely.
One person and one monster were all immersed in it, completely forgetting the passage of time.
I don't know how many days passed, but he was suddenly alarmed.
