Senior brother, are you not feeling well?" Xiaoguo struggled for a long time, but still couldn't help but speak.

"It's fine. Zuo Mo's voice was hoarse, and he answered and continued to walk forward.

Xiaoguo looked at Zuo Mo worriedly, plucked up his courage and said, "Senior brother, if you are not in good health, you can do it another day." ”

"If I say it's okay, it's okay!" Zuo Mo glared at Xiaoguo.

Xiaoguo couldn't help but shrink back again, but still said, "However, Senior Sister said that the body is the most important. ”

Zuo Mo decided to shut up and not fight with this girl, he really had no strength. Whoever was split back and forth by the sword intent released by the Jindan stage cultivator would never have the strength to do so.

This madman!

Uncle Xin Yan's sword intent was far beyond what he could bear, and every time he faced this snow-white sword intent, he felt the ghost gate, and the deep fear that rose from the deepest part of his heart made him tremble. The gap between the two sides is too big, so big that there is no suspense. Even this kind of fear similar to that before death, Zuo Mo only felt it for a very short moment, and then, his divine sense would be easily cut in half, and his only result was fainting.

But soon he would wake up again, because the pain, the sharp pain of the consciousness would wake him up.

All he could do was grit his teeth and get up and run the Fetal Breath Refining God, only this thing could restore his divine consciousness and alleviate the pain.

Before he could take a breath, another sword intent fell from the sky, and Zuo Mo fell unconscious again.

That's it, chopping, unconscious, waking up in pain...... Repeatedly, at the end of the day, he will be in a coma dozens of times, you can imagine, how can his condition get better?

If he had time, he would even wonder if he would make it to that day. However, Pu Demon didn't even give him this little time, and he was numb to the pain later.

It wasn't until Xiaoguo came to him that Pu Demon let him go for the time being.

Xiaoguo came to him to ask him to help take a look at the spirit grass. The last weed incident made all the girls in Dongfeng break out in a cold sweat. Li Yingfeng became an inner disciple and worshiped under Yan Le, in addition to cultivating, he also had to follow his master to learn how to take care of the middle industry in the door, and he had no time to come to Dongfeng. However, they still remembered Zuo Mo, the zombie senior brother, and before Li Yingfeng left, they specially greeted him, hoping that he could help these female disciples.

Every once in a while, they would pull Zuo Mo over and check the spirit grass.

There are no major problems with the spirit grass, except for a few problems that arise due to improper operation. For Zuo Mo, who cultivated Spirit Valley, these were some simple and basic questions. Most of these female disciples focused on how to cultivate spirit beasts. The cultivation of spirit grass is just to provide food for the spirit beasts, so it is extremely extensive and usually not taken care of.

Seeing Lingtian being ruined like this, Zuo Mo was a little distressed. If these spiritual fields are planted in the Spirit Valley, how many spars should there be?

"Senior brother, these little things are not worth much, they are our hearts, and please accept them with a smile. ”

A female disciple handed over a gift that had been prepared long ago.

He understood the thoughts of these female disciples. No matter where they are, female disciples are always at a disadvantage, especially female disciples like them. Li Yingfeng is gone, and they have no time to take care of them, they need someone who has the ability to protect them. It is no wonder that the cultivation of these female disciples is generally at the fifth or sixth level of qi refining, and there are no characters who come out to pick up big responsibilities.

Zuo Mo thought about it and took the gift. Although this matter is a little troublesome, if there is really any trouble, I believe that Li Yingfeng will never sit idly by.

Seeing Zuo Mo accept the gift, the female disciples finally showed relieved expressions.

It's not easy for everyone to survive, Zuo Mo thought silently.

When I returned home, I opened the gift box, which contained all kinds of spirit insects and spirit animals. Like mud worms and the like, the grade is not enough, most of them are first-grade, and there are one or two second-grade ones. However, it can be seen that these spirit insects and spirit beasts have put some thought into it, although the grade is not high, but they are all more practical.

Pu Demon suddenly appeared and squatted in front of these spirit insects and spirit beasts: "Speaking of playing with insects, tsk, our demons are the ancestors of this aspect." ”

He flipped through these spirit insects casually, and was very disappointed: "They are all low-grade goods, worthless." ”

Zuo Mo was quite speechless, but he still couldn't help but say, "They are just outer disciples, where can there be high-end goods?"

Pu Demon picked one up, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it for a while, and threw it in front of Zuo Mo: "Oh, this qualification is barely reconciled." Throw away the rest. ”

The one chosen by the Pu Demon was a black beetle, slightly larger than the thumb, and after flipping through the jade slips they gave them, I learned that this black beetle was called a black gold beetle, which likes to eat gold and iron, and its elytra can be sold for a good price. In addition, it is said to be able to be used to find water.

Zuo Mo was a little disappointed, the black gold worm didn't have much practical value for him.

Pu Demon was obviously aroused by these insects, and said with great interest: "This insect can be very particular, especially the technique, which varies from person to person. I've seen a master of playing insects before, called the Blood Mosquito Dao Man, this guy is really powerful. He somehow refined countless primordial gods, placed them on a group of blood mosquitoes, and then shuttled through the hundred realms, leaving a few blood mosquitoes in each realm. His enemies led a group of people to hunt him down countless times, but they couldn't kill him. ”

"I've played the Black Gold Bug before, but it's not such a rotten street. The low-grade ones are useless, the real purpose of this thing is to find spiritual veins......"

"Spirit veins?" Zuo Mohu asked suspiciously, "Isn't it used to find water sources?"

"Water source?" Pu Demon sneered, "Don't pretend to understand if you don't understand." It is a low-grade black gold worm, a black gold worm above the fourth grade, you can find the spiritual vein, and the seventh grade can find the spiritual source. Hey, but the nine products are the real good stuff. As for the ten-grade ones, I haven't seen them. ”

He continued: "To pick a spirit worm, you must choose a good one. You are like this black gold worm, if you can raise the Fa, you can advance to the fourth grade. None of these others can even be promoted to the third grade. ”

"That, how can this black gold worm be promoted to the fourth grade?" Zuo Mo humbly begged for advice with a flattering tone.

The Black Gold Worm of the Fourth Rank can find spiritual veins...... This has an incomparable temptation for Zuo Mo.

This time, the Pu Demon didn't embarrass him, and said very happily: "It's very simple, isn't there a small section of spiritual veins in your quiet room? Put this black gold worm and a piece of red gold stone in a jade box and bury them around this section of spiritual veins." In a month, it should be able to rise to the third grade. If you want to get to the fourth grade, it is estimated that it will take three months. ”

"Alright, let's move on. Pu Demon waved his hand and said impatiently.

Before the words fell, a snow-white sword intent once again easily cut Zuo Mo's divine sense in half. Still silently remembering what Pu Demon just said, Zuo Mo passed out directly.

I don't know how long it took, but the sharp pain woke Zuo Mo up again. The first thought that Zuo Mo had when he woke up was, did he remember the method of raising the Black Gold Worm to the fourth level?

Good thing to remember!

It hurts!!

How did it get painful?

The pain of the tear tormented his fragile nerves, and he could only run "Fetal Breath Refining God". A cloud of breath was running endlessly in the body, and it was cool, as if it was inhaled from the acupoints of the whole body, and then dispersed into the whole body.

The dim star in the void seemed to become much brighter, and the bewitching sea of fire could not take away its brilliance.

Coma, wake up, coma, wake up again......

Every time he gave Zuo Mo Shenwu, it couldn't be shorter, and he was beheaded hundreds of times over and over again, he gritted his teeth and insisted.

"Pain is the most delicious thing in this world, you have to taste it carefully, enjoy it, the taste is so delicious and sweet that it penetrates into your bone marrow, and even your soul is trembling!" Pu Demon stretched out his scarlet tongue, licked his lips, and said leisurely: "Death is like fireworks, but you can continue to experience the process of blooming, how lucky you should be!"

Dead shemales!

Zuo Mo read it in his mouth, but his eyes widened, staring at the snow-white sword intent that was as fast as lightning!

Knowing what was coming, how painful it was, it was really just like what the Pu Demon said, his soul was trembling. Even if he had been beheaded so many times, every time he had to face that snow-white competition, he would still be afraid, incomparably afraid. When he was sober, he didn't dare to recall at all, he was afraid that any slightest memory would cause the fragile psychological defense line to collapse in an instant.

His trembling ribbed body was like grass that could break at any moment in a dark night storm, and he might fall in the next second.

But his eyes are firmly fixed on the front!

The direction in which that snow-white sword intent would appear.

However, where can he see Uncle Xin Yan's sword intent clearly?

The two couldn't be more different. Uncle Xin Yan was a dignified Jindan stage cultivator, a sword cultivator who even Tian Songzi admired, while Zuo Mo was only an outer disciple of the eighth layer of the Qi refining stage; Uncle Xin Yan had been immersed in flying swords for more than two hundred years, and Zuo Mo had never even learned the most basic sword techniques.

It all seemed futile.

However, he was still trembling and staring at the front, and subconsciously scolded "dead shemale dead shemale".

Snow white as practice, dazzling light, like the Milky Way pouring up from the sky!

Zuo Mo's eyes widened as hard as he could, and at this moment, his body stopped trembling and the muttering in his mouth disappeared. The whole world was a vast snow white, and he needed to search hard in this vast snow white to find the essence of this sword intent.

The time given to him was short, so short that he didn't even blink an eye.

He's like a crazy gambler, but he gambles that he doesn't even have a 1 in 10,000 chance.

However, he had no choice, no way out.

The pupils dilated suddenly, and they didn't have time to recover.

Hmph, the snow-white sword intent cut Zuo Mo in half without hindrance.

I don't know how long it took, it was still a sharp pain that woke Zuo Mo up, and Zuo Mo, who opened his eyes, wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, but when it came to his mouth, it turned into a humming wail.

"Shhh

Struggling to get up, enduring the severe pain, he ran "Fetal Breath Refining God".

The slightest coolness dissipated into the body, and the pain immediately subsided a lot.

When he opened his eyes again, there was ecstasy in his eyes!