World of Cultivation: Fifteenth: Little Monster

Fifteenth: Little Monster

The night falls and Void Mountain is quiet.

Because it is far from the East Ring, and the life in the mountain is also quite boring, outer sect disciple(s) will usually gather together for entertainment at night. For inner sect disciple(s), most of the time is on Cultivate. To some extent, the survival pressure of inner sect disciple(s) is not less than that of outer sect disciple(s). They need to work hard for Cultivate to be able to participate in the demon monster.

For a decade, no one in the door will join the Sword Cultivator sect of the demon monster, and it will die out quickly. This is common sense.

This is the characteristic of the Sword Cultivator sect. They tend to flourish quickly, but again, they die out more quickly. With a long tradition of Sword Cultivator, there are only a handful of them, and they are all behemoths.

These things are not related to Zuo Mo, he has nothing to do with the demon monster.

In the night, he walked alone on the mountain road. After several generations of operation, the ferocious beast of Void Mountain has long disappeared, there is no need to worry about safety.

From the moment he opened his eyes to the present, every bit of life flashed in his heart, his eyes became firmer, and his steps were a little faster.

He doesn't have much preferential treatment at the door party, but he is used to life here, already, somewhat is hard, but also comfortable life.

The only knot in his heart is his background. That recurring dream, this face that will never have expressions, seems to want to tell him something. But he didn't feel any clues till now.

Apart from this knot, he is quite satisfied with his current life, but he may soon face the fate of being expelled from the martial arts.

Maybe he will leave here one day, but at least not now.

The other reason that drove him to make this determination was the impulse in his heart. He didn't understand why either, it seemed that the desire for fighting in his bones had been activated immediately after the two previous encounters.

Zuo Mo doesn't know if this is a "fight", but in his heart, the feeling of confrontation not only did not scare him, but he faintly looked forward.

level on the eighth floor of Qi Refine is not affected at night like day.

Soon, he came to his fifty acres Spirit Field.

The withering and spreading is very fast. It is more serious than when you left this afternoon. There is a large area of ​​Spirit Grain with signs of withering.

Walk to the nearest tree Spirit Grain In front of him, smelling the stench coming from him, he suddenly thought of Guo Lu during the day Senior Brother Can not help but vomiting blood in a coma somewhat Hesitate. But this hesitation flashed away and disappeared from his eyes, replaced by a fiery glow!

Aged Gold Energy Tip shines golden and charming light in the night, they are like a group of golden elves.

Zuo Mo takes a deep breath and holds Aged Gold Energy Tip in his right hand, resting on the Spirit Grain stem in front of him.

Boom!

He is like being suddenly pulled into another world.

Countless black seeds are flying in the air like Pu duoying, forming a black ocean. This black sea is gently rippling, and every time it ripples, it emits a huge Aura.

Each of them is so small and cowardly, but the Aura released by this Black Sea is difficult for even the Zuo Mo to fight.

He was at a loss facing this vast Black Sea, and was at a loss. For the first time, the fierce Aged Gold Energy Tip initiative flinched.

In Spirit Field of Old Black, three people stand at this time.

The three men with long beards on their faces have majestic looks and are not angry. And another old man who was as skinny as iron, opened his eyes with a bit of coldness, and Sword Qi was pressing. The rest of the body was plump, with a smiling face on beginning to end, cheerful.

If there are disciples here, they will be startled.

The one who is not angry is the Sect Master Pei Yuan. The thin one is Xinyan Martial Uncle, and the smiling fat is Yan Le. In the Void Sword Sect generation, four people came and three people came. If it was passed out, there would be a stir in the door.

"Did the two Junior Apprentice know what this thing was?" Pei Yuan groaned. This strange disease came so strangely this time without any warning. The ferocity of the momentum, within a few days, almost half of it was Spirit Field suffered.

This already is destined to suffer severe damage to the Spirit Field harvest this year, with losses of more than half. For small martial arts like Void Sword Sect, such losses are enough to affect their operation.

So when the disappearance came to them, I usually never asked Spirit Field matters about Sect Master and other Martial Uncle, and flirted.

However, the situation is worse than they thought, and the three of them are all in a bad mood.

Xin Yan shook his head: "I haven't seen it before, but it can eat spirits, it should be a demon, be a puppet!" The last two words, murderous air/qi, overflow, Mori Han!

"Second Senior Brother speaks well." Even Yan Le, an old man who usually hangs a smile on his face all day, is also sinking in the water at this time: "Just, I have never had a demon step on Void Mountain, How did this little demon come to me Void Mountain? "

"There is something strange about this." Pei Yuan groaned, and a moment of worry appeared: "Since the two groups of Devils and Demons retreated to the spiral belt three thousand years ago, they have never heard of Devils and Demons appearing in the past millennium. Sword River Mansion ground. Now there are Devil Race in this gate, which is puzzling. "

"Why worry about Senior Brother, kill it." Xin Yan said coldly: "Mo said a little demon who is not yet a climate, is a big demon, hum, died under my sword and so on. Less! "

Yan Le reveals a look of remembrance, and laughs: "Remembering the three of us who hunted demons, the Senior Brother [Ice Sword] was a deterrent to the demons, Evildoer was trembling!"

The other two couldn't help showing the emotion of memories.

"Clean up the little demon first, such a good moonlight, and we will make tea in the hospital for recollection, which is also a great thing in life." Pei Yuan Ran Xu laughed.

Yan Le grinned and said, "This is a good word. Second Senior Brother, we will give you a fight."

Xin Yan did not quit, his eyes flickered and he called flying sword.

A handful of snow-white crystals of flying sword appeared in the sky, and the whole body was glowing with clear and cold light, which forced the moon to dim, lingering in the night sky, terrifying. This is Xin Yan's famous flying sword [Ice Sword].

"Go!"

A clear drink and a clear voice.

Bingao's sword body trembled, turning into a snow-white iceberg, his eyes flashed fiercely, a growl was heard, and it turned into a stream of light, and flew towards Spirit Field!

Seeing the streamer will hit Spirit Field.

Every wisp of Spirit Grain releases a plume of black smoke. These extremely thin black smoke grow as soon as the wind blows. Almost instantly, Spirit Field is covered with a layer of black smoke like black ink, and no fingers are visible.

Pei Yuan Although the three were shrouded in smoke, they didn't panic at all.

They didn't know that, not far away, there was another outer sect disciple(s) covered in smoke.

Zuo Mo was awakened by Xin Yan's voice, but at this time he was shocked to find that he couldn't pull consciousness back at all.

What he can see is still countless black Pu princely seeds flying all over the sky!

But I do n’t know where to drink from, which disturbs the vast peace. The flying black Pu prince seed stirred up, like a vast expanse of sea, and suddenly stormed.

Anger, contempt, helplessness, sadness ...

Many kinds of emotions emerge in the mind of Zuo Mo. He is like a puppet, filled with countless emotions that are not his own. These emotions are immense and endless, raging in Zuo Mo Sea of Con­scious­ness.

Sure, Zuo Mo's own consciousness is sober.

What is more sad than even being controlled?

Suddenly he felt like something was touched in his heart, an abhorrence and hatred like never before, suddenly rising!

Damn!

Zuo Mo's body is shaking, every joint in the whole body is shaking, the shaking is getting more and more intense, and the scene is strange.

Sea of Con­scious­ness, he frantically struggles and growls frantically!

"Go!"

A tearful roar, like a thunderous sound, echoes over the vast black ocean.

The emotions that raged in his heart suddenly disappeared with his violent cries. He can still feel the various emotions from the Black Ocean, but these emotions will never occupy his consciousness.

Next, he saw an unforgettable scene in his life.

A snow-white sword light falls from the sky!

One sword!

He thinks that the vast black ocean is split in half! Unable to describe the vastness and might of this sword, Zuo Mo was shocked. At this moment, his Sea of Con­scious­ness was frozen by this stunning Guanghua sword.

Fear, instinctively occupying every corner of his mind.

Everything seems to have slowed down. After the sword of Destroy the Heavens and Exterminate the Earth, countless fine sword essences, like a group of fierce sharks, chasing those black Pu dude seeds. Nowhere is they passing.

The anxiety and fear of the Black Ocean ...

Zuo Mo laughed, just now Black Ocean manipulated his emotions, completely angered him.

The battle ended very quickly, and no second sword appeared. This sword completely wiped out the black ocean with already. The recovery in Spirit Grain is as usual, but the damage is serious, it takes time to nourish, and his control of consciousness is back to his own hands. Retreating from Spirit Grain, he couldn't help wiping the cold sweat of his forehead.

The danger tonight is far beyond his imagination. Now thinking about it, I can't help but be afraid.

He sat softly on the ground, his body was soaked with sweat, and the night breeze blew.

He went back to his yard in despair.

What are the black Pu males and females in Spirit Grain? Who was that Jianguang who appeared out of thin air later?

The shock to him with that sword was so strong! The icy sword essence, which is cold and stern, is deeply rooted in his heart. He suddenly understood why so many people choose Sword Cultivator. The pursuit of strength is human nature!

What's more, such a powerful and terrifying power!

The fifty acres of Spirit Grain are finally saved. Although the output this year will be greatly reduced, the part of the rental fee should still be enough.

At this moment, Fang Song sighed, sat down, and checked his consciousness. He had never experienced anything like this tonight, and he was worried about what would have a bad impact on him.

Just entered, his face changed suddenly!

In his Sea of Con­scious­ness, there is a black Pu duoying seed!