When night falls, the empty mountains are quiet.

Due to the distance from Dongfu, life in the mountain is also quite boring, and most of the outer disciples will gather together to chat and have fun in the evening. As for the inner disciples, most of the time is spent on cultivation, and to a certain extent, the survival pressure of the inner disciples is not less than that of the outer disciples. They need to work hard to cultivate so that they can participate in demon hunting.

In a decade, it is common knowledge that the Sword Cultivation Sect, where no one in the sect participates in the demon hunting, will die out quickly.

This is the characteristic of the Sword Cultivation Sect, which tends to flourish quickly, but again, it dies even faster. There are only a handful of sword cultivation sects with a long heritage, and all of them are behemoths.

These things have nothing to do with Zuo, and he has nothing to do with demon hunting.

In the darkness of the night, he walked alone on the mountain road. After several generations of operation, the ferocious beasts of Wukong Mountain have long since disappeared, and there is no need to worry about safety.

From the time he opened his eyes to the present, the bits and pieces of life flashed in his heart, his eyes became more and more determined, and the pace under his feet was a little faster.

The sect didn't treat him too much, but he was used to life here, a little hard, but also a comfortable life.

The only knot in his heart is his background and background. That recurring dream, this face that never had an expression, seemed to be trying to tell him something. However, so far, he has not found any clues.

In addition to this knot, he is quite satisfied with his current life, and he is in danger of being kicked out of the sect immediately.

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

And there was another reason that drove him to make this determination, and that was the impulse in his heart. He didn't understand why, it seemed that since the first two encounters, the battle ** in his bones was activated all of a sudden.

Zuo Mo didn't know if this was a "battle", but in his heart, the feeling of that confrontation not only did not make him afraid, but he faintly looked forward to it in his heart.

The level of the eighth layer of Qi refining is as good as day at night, and it is not affected.

Soon, he came to his fifty acres of spiritual land.

The withering spread rapidly, and it was worse than when he left this afternoon, and a large area of the Spirit Valley began to show signs of withering.

Walking in front of the nearest Spirit Valley, smelling the fishy smell coming from him, he suddenly thought of the scene of Senior Brother Guo Lu vomiting blood and falling into a coma during the day, and he couldn't help but hesitate a little. But the hesitation vanished from his eyes in a flash, replaced by a fiery glow!

The golden glow shone with a golden enchanting glow in the dark night, and they resembled a golden sprite.

Zuo Mo took a deep breath, and with his right hand holding the Gengjin Qi, he put it on the Linggu stem in front of him.

Rumble!

It was as if he had been suddenly pulled into another world.

Countless black seeds like dandelions fluttered in the void, forming a black ocean. This black sea ripples gently, and every time it ripples, it exudes a vast atmosphere.

Each of them was so small and weak, but the aura released by this black sea made it difficult for even Zuo Mo to have the mood to fight.

He was at a loss for what to do in the face of this vast black sea, and for the first time, Gengjin Qimang, who had always been irritable and ferocious, took the initiative to retreat.

In the spirit field of the old black head, there were three people standing at this time.

Among the three, the man with a square face and a long beard had a majestic expression, not angry and arrogant. And another old man who was as thin as iron, his eyes were open and closed, his cold light was a little cold, and his sword aura was compelling. The rest of the man was chubby and round, always with a smile on his face, happy.

If there were disciples here, they would be shocked.

It is Pei Yuanran, the head of the sect, who is not angry and arrogant, Uncle Xin Yan, who is as thin as iron, and Yan Le, who is smiling and fat. In the generation of the Wukong Sword Gate, three of the four people came, and if it was spread out, there would definitely be an uproar in the door.

"Have the two junior disciples ever recognized what this is?" Pei Yuanran said in a deep voice. This strange illness came so strangely that there was no warning. And the momentum is so fierce that in a few days, almost half of the Lingtian was damaged.

This is already destined to suffer a heavy blow to this year's Lingtian harvest, with a loss of more than half. For a small sect like the Voidless Sword Sect, such a loss was enough to affect their operation.

So when the disappearance reached them, the head of the family, who had never asked about Lingtian, and other uncles came to check it out.

However, the situation was even worse than they imagined, and all three of them were in a terrible mood.

Xin Yan shook his head: "I've never seen it, but it can devour spirits, it should be a demon, and it should be punished!"

"Second Senior Brother is right. Even Yan Le, a good old man who usually wears a smile on his face all day long, is also sinking like water at this time: "It's just that I have never set foot on Wukong Mountain, how did this little demon come to my Wukong Mountain?"

"There's something strange about this. Pei Yuanran groaned, and there was a hint of worry in his expression: "Since the two demon clans retreated to the Xuanji Belt three thousand years ago, I have never heard of a demon appearing in the Jianhe Mansion in the past thousand years. Now there is a demon clan in this gate, which is really incomprehensible. ”

"Senior brother, why bother to worry about it, just kill it. Xin Yan said coldly: "Don't say that a little demon who has not yet become a climate is a big demon, hmph, there is no less one who died under my sword!"

Yan Le showed a look of remembrance and said with a smile: "I think of the three of us hunting demons back then, the second senior brother's one is terrifying to the demons, and the night is timid!"

The other two couldn't help but show memories and sighs.

"Let's clean up this little demon first, such a good moonlight, we go back to the courtyard to make tea and reminisce, which is also a great joy in life. Pei Yuanran sneered.

Yan Le stroked his palms and laughed: "This is a great good." Second Senior Brother, we'll give you a pressure formation. ”

Xin Yan didn't shirk either, his eyes flashed, and he summoned a flying sword.

A snow-white and crystalline flying sword appeared in the sky, and the whole body was glowing with a bright and cold light, forcing the moonlight to dim, and it was terrifying in the night sky. This is Xin Yan's famous flying sword.

"Go!"

A clear drink, the sound of the four fields.

The sword body of the ice mantis trembled slightly, transforming into a snow-white ice mantis, its eyes flashed fiercely, and it let out a low roar, turning straight into a streamer and rushing towards Lingtian!

Seeing that the streamer was about to hit Lingtian, something happened at this time.

Each withered Linggu released a wisp of black smoke, and these extremely fine black smoke grew as soon as the wind saw it, and almost in the blink of an eye, Lingtian was shrouded in a layer of black smoke as black as ink, and he couldn't see his five fingers.

Pei Yuanran and the three of them were shrouded in black smoke, but they did not panic at all.

They didn't know that not far away, there was another outer disciple who was also shrouded in black smoke.

Zuo Mo was awakened by Xin Yan's clear drink, but at this time, he was shocked to find that he couldn't pull his divine sense back at all.

All he could see was countless black dandelion seeds fluttering in the sky!

But the sound of clear drinking from nowhere disturbed the vast peace. The black dandelion seeds flying all over the sky stirred, like a vast and boundless sea, and suddenly a storm blew.

Anger, contempt, helplessness, sadness......

Many emotions surfaced in Zuo Mo's heart, he was like a puppet, filled with countless emotions that did not belong to him. These emotions are vast and agitated, raging in the sea of Zuo Mo Zhi.

But on the contrary, Zuo Mo's own consciousness is extremely sober.

What could be sadder than having even your consciousness controlled?

His heart suddenly seemed to be touched by something, and an unprecedented wave of disgust and hatred suddenly rose!

Damn it!

Zuo Mo's body was trembling, every joint of his body was trembling, the trembling was getting more and more intense, and the scene was extremely weird.

In the sea of knowledge, he struggled frantically and roared wildly!

"Get out!"

A tearing roar, like rolling thunder, echoed over the vast black ocean.

The emotions raging in his heart suddenly disappeared with his loud shout. He could still feel the emotions coming from the black ocean, but they would no longer occupy his senses.

Immediately afterward, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

A snow-white sword light fell from the sky!

Only a sword!

He thought that the vast and boundless black ocean had been split in half! Unable to describe the vastness and majesty of this sword, Zuo Mo was shocked, and his sea of knowledge, at this moment, was frozen by this stunning sword.

Fear, instinctively occupies every corner of his psyche.

Everything seemed to have slowed down, and after the devastating sword, countless fragments of sword intent, like a swarm of ferocious sharks, chased those black dandelion seeds, and everywhere they passed, there was nothing.

The anxious, fearful emotions emanating from the black ocean......

Zuo Mo smiled, the black ocean manipulated his emotions just now, completely angering him.

The battle ended quickly, and there was no second sword, and this sword had completely wiped out the black ocean. The Spirit Valley returned to normal, but it was severely damaged and needed time to nourish, and his control of his divine consciousness was back in his hands. Retreating from the Spirit Valley, he couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Tonight's danger is far more than he imagined, and now that he thinks about it, he can't help but be afraid.

He sat on the ground with a limp, his whole body soaked with sweat, and the night wind blew, and he suddenly shivered.

He returned to his courtyard in despair.

What are those black dandelion species in the Spirit Valley? Who is the sword light that appeared out of thin air later?

The shock that that sword brought to him was too strong! The monstrous sword intent that was cold to the bones and murderous was deeply seared into his heart. He suddenly understood why so many people would choose sword cultivation, the pursuit of strength is human nature!

What's more, it's still such a powerful and terrifying force!

These fifty acres of Spirit Valley have finally been saved, although this year's output will be greatly reduced, but the part of the rent should still be enough.

He breathed a sigh of relief at this point, sat down, and checked his senses. He'd never experienced anything like this tonight, and he was worried about what it would do to him.

As soon as he settled down, his face suddenly changed drastically!

In his sea of knowledge, there was a black dandelion seed floating in it!