When he opened his eyes, Zuo Mo had a splitting headache, and then he remembered drinking with his senior brother last night. The two kept drinking, and then they seemed to go crazy, singing and dancing. How they fell down in the end, he had no memory at all.
I struggled to get up and walked out of the room. The fog outside was still as confusing as before.
Not far away, Xie Shan was respectfully asking Wei Sheng for advice. He nodded from time to time, as obediently as a child. Zuo Mo twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled silently. It must have been the vision of heaven and earth that senior brother had that day, which gave Xie Shan
Very shocked.
Zuo Mo did not disturb the two of them and walked around casually. Five slave ships were arranged staggered to form a huge camp.
Suddenly there was a strong support, and everyone's morale was greatly boosted, and they practiced harder every day. The vision of heaven and earth when Wei Sheng broke through shocked Xie Shan alone.
Awen regained consciousness and thought of the situation he was forced into by the Soul Beast, especially in front of his boss. He felt extremely depressed. Early in the morning, he ran around the perimeter of the camp alone, wishing he could meet another one.
The evil soul beast, give it a good beating. The aggressive tenth grade is not willing to lag behind and follows closely behind.
Xiaota and Xiaohuo caressed Agui affectionately. Agui was dumbfounded and only occasionally responded. At this time, Xiaohuo and Xiaota were extremely excited. The stupid bird held its head high and walked in its unique bird steps.
, Shi Shiran walked past Zuo Mo without even looking at him.
For some reason, Zuo Mo's heart was filled with warmth, his mood was like sunshine, unusually cheerful, and even the blood-red sky seemed to become much more lovely all of a sudden.
Suddenly he remembered that the evil soul beast that Awen killed left a claw and a bead, and he quickly took it out. The claws were as solid as iron, dark and shiny, and extremely hard in texture, especially the hooks on the claws.
It was sharp, and with a single scratch on the ground, there were five deep scratches. With Zuo Mo's eyesight, he couldn't tell what kind of material it belonged to.
"This is a Shensha weapon. It is very rare. It is a natural weapon. This is the first time I have seen a Shensha weapon of such quality. You are really lucky. Only in a fierce place like this that has been blocked for thousands of years,
It is possible to give birth to such a powerful evil soul beast, and then it is possible to obtain such a heavy evil weapon."
Pu Yao was full of emotion,
Zuo Mo moved his claws twice and felt that it was not very smooth, so he said: "This thing is worth a lot of crystal stones!"
Pu Yao, who was full of emotion, choked, and the veins on his forehead jumped. He forced himself to hold it back: "This is not for cultivators, but for demons."
Zuo Mo was greatly disappointed, with a look of lack of interest on his face. What good thing could it be if it couldn't be exchanged for spar? Besides, he had people who practiced magic skills, but none of them. Wait, he suddenly remembered those flowers in the Wei camp.
Slave, aren’t they practicing sorcery?
"They can't use it." Pu Yao realized the joy of attacking Zuo Mo and said leisurely: "They practice the "Flower Demon Rebirth Technique", and their weapons are the spirit flowers on their bodies. Well, it should be called the demon flower now. Shen
The evil weapon is a vicious thing, and cannot be used by ordinary demons."
You can't change the crystal stone, no one under you can use it, and it's not something ordinary demons can use...
What is this if not waste?
Without saying a word, Zuo Mo threw it into the ring and picked up the beads.
"Hey, this is a good thing!" Zuo Mo cheered up. He didn't understand Shen Shabing or anything, but he could distinguish this bead.
Ordinary evil souls have a trace of divine soul origin, so how come evil soul beasts don't have it? This bead is their core, which contains a huge amount of divine soul origin, which is extremely pure. After thinking about it for a moment, Zuo Mo suddenly understood. These evil spirits
Soul beasts are all generated by evil souls. They devour other evil souls and continue to grow. The formation of each evil soul beast requires at least one hundred thousand evil spirits. The evil soul beasts have just begun to develop their minds and begin to understand the basic methods of cultivating evil spirits.
This ancient battlefield has been undisturbed for tens of thousands of years. The soul beasts that were born have experienced the most brutal fighting and a long period of training. It is easy to imagine how strong their souls are.
Zuo Mo immediately discovered that the "fishing" they used to be so proud of was really stupid...
From the corner of his eye, he happened to catch a glimpse of Gongsun Cha coming towards him. In a flash, he jumped to Gongsun Cha's side. Before Gongsun Cha could react, he stuffed the beads into Gongsun Cha's mouth.
Gongsun Cha, who was accidentally plotted, suddenly had his eyes popped out. After a breath, the shy little face of the young lady, which was originally with a faint blush, suddenly turned red, like a burning cloud,
Soon, Gongsun Cha's whole body turned red. His fingers trembled and he touched Zuo Mo. He was speechless for a long time.
Suddenly, his eyes suddenly widened, he turned around and ran away.
"Ha ha!"
Behind him, Zuo Mo laughed heartlessly.
The Shensha soldiers were useless, and Hezhu had plotted against Xiao Niang. Zuo Mo suddenly felt a little idle. The team temporarily rested in place. Through the description of his senior brother, Zuo Mo knew that the scope of this evil mist was wider than he imagined. He originally thought
He is a local native, but he is a senior brother, so he is not in a hurry to move forward.
"Golden Soul! Have you forgotten the Golden Soul?" Pu Yao couldn't help but remind him.
Zuo Mo slapped his head and thought, oh, how could he have forgotten this?
Yi Zheng was more and more surprised. Although he was not a core disciple of the Great Buddha Temple, he still had basic common sense. The Great Buddha Temple and their group were already a very powerful sect, but...
His eyes swept over the cultivators who were cultivating desperately. Although it was not the first time he saw it, his heart still jumped. The cultivation of these cultivators was not very high. The cultivation of the Pulse Condensation Stage was different from that of ordinary disciples in the temple.
Roughly the same. However, if the disciples in the temple had a conflict with the group of people in front of them, I'm afraid not even their bones would be left!
murderous look!
The solid murderous aura that made him feel frightened. Elite! The word suddenly popped into his mind. Only those elites who have experienced countless bloody battles can have such solid murderous aura.
There are also such elite Zen soldiers in the temple. He has seen them before. The personal cultivation of those Zen soldiers is not very strong. Once they fight, you will know how difficult they are. They are fierce and fierce, and they don't care about injuries. Yi Zheng was once beaten by a
The Zen soldiers who were lower than him in cultivation were suppressing them with all their might. In the subsequent five-on-five battle, they were defeated without even being able to last twenty breaths.
If it weren't for the confrontation within the door, they would have died.
"This senior brother is so polite."
A gentle and gentle voice sounded from behind.
Yi Zheng was moved in his heart. He turned around and his face immediately showed joy. Opposite him stood a Zen practitioner. There was actually a Zen practitioner in this team! Yi Zheng looked at it carefully. Although it was not a monk's robe and cassock, it showed that
The faint breath of meditation was unmistakable. He immediately felt much more cordial and hurriedly returned the courtesy: "You are polite, little monk!"
"Little brother Zong Ru, if you have any instructions, senior brother, you can come to me directly." Zong Ru had a faint smile on his face.
Yi Zheng was secretly awestruck. The other person's cultivation level was not lower than his. He was practicing the most important meditation skill. He also smiled slightly and bowed deeply: "Brother, you're welcome. I have a low cultivation level and am lost and helpless. Please give me a try."
Senior brother, please take care of me."
"We are all in danger, and it is right to join hands to help each other." Zong Ru smiled and pointed with his right hand: "Why don't you go to my younger brother's room? If you have any questions, senior brother, just ask."
"Okay!" Yi Zheng responded hurriedly.
He followed Zong Ru and saw cultivators saluting Zong Ru from time to time along the way. His heart moved secretly. It seemed that this senior brother Zong Ru had quite a status among this group of people.
Zongru's room was very simple, empty except for two futons.
"A simple place is ridiculous." Zong Ru said with a smile.
"Where is it! Senior brother, this place is exactly the way of quiet meditation. I admire you." Yi Zheng said quickly.
Zong Ru smiled and said, "I wonder where my senior brother is from? Where did he practice before?"
Yi Zheng secretly shouted in his heart that the topic was coming, and replied: "The young monk is a disciple of the Great Buddha Temple, and he used to practice in Heju Mountain."
"The Great Buddhist Temple?" Zongru pondered, then suddenly remembered something and said in surprise: "But the Great Buddhist Temple in the Chahai Realm?"
"Senior brother actually knows about our temple?" The other party's surprise made Yi Zheng slightly relieved. Only then did he suddenly realize that what he had seen and heard this day and night had unknowingly made him feel pressured.
"Haha, your temple's "Great Buddha Zen Record" is one of the eight great Zen records in the Xuankong Realm. It is famous far and wide. Although I am ignorant, I still know about the great Buddha Temple."
Yi Zheng did not feel proud. If it was really like what the other party said, Zong Ru would not have thought for a moment just now. He thought: "I wonder where my senior brother is from?"
Zongru showed some recollection and said with a smile: "I am not afraid that my senior brother will laugh when I talk about it. I have no disciples. I just met a master by chance and taught some superficial Zen techniques."
Yi Zheng didn't believe it in his heart. Zong Ru's cultivation level was obviously not inferior to him, and his meditation skills were even more unfathomable. Other methods had the possibility of trickery, but this meditation technique of nourishing Qi was the basis, but there was no room for trickery.
.Zongru’s spiritual power fluctuated as calmly as the sea, which showed that his meditation skills were extremely profound.
Seeing Yi Zheng's expression, Zong Ru understood clearly and did not explain: "Brother comes from the Hanging Realm, and we come from the Kunlun Realm. They are thousands of miles apart. Meeting in this ancient battlefield is a Zen fate.
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Yi Zheng nodded greatly: "Senior brother, these words are very kind!" He already believed in his heart that almost all the meditation temples in the world are gathered in the Xuankong Realm. The Kunlun Realm is famous for its sword cultivation, and he has never heard of any major meditation temple.
If you look closely, you can see that Zong is practicing deep meditation, but you can distinguish traces of wind and frost between his eyebrows, which clearly means he has had the experience of ascetic cultivation. Zen disciples who were born in major temples do not like luxury, but they do not need to worry about the things in life.
Practice Zen with peace of mind, and there will be few ascetics.
Suddenly I remembered the "ancient battlefield" Zong Ru mentioned just now, and couldn't help but ask: "Is this an ancient battlefield?"
"Yes. We came in from the periphery, and we could see numerous corpses and bones along the way. It's just that after too long, they turned into ashes at the slightest touch. Your Excellency said that this ancient battlefield was probably ten thousand years old." Zong Ru didn't hide it either.
"Ten thousand years?" Yi Zheng was shocked, and immediately fell into hard thinking: "Ten thousand years...ancient battlefield...ancient battlefield..."
The Great Buddha Temple is one of the Eight Great Temples with a long history and numerous classics in the temple. He racked his brains to recall where the records could match it.
Seeing that Yi Zheng was deep in thought, Zong Ru did not rush him and waited patiently.
After a long time, Yi Zheng suddenly murmured: "Could it be... could it be..."