Wake up from the meditation, Zuo Mo is full of energy, and his whole body is light and fluttering, which is extremely comfortable.

Out of the ashram, take Oto-kyu with him, and jump to the roof.

Stretching out his fingers, his mind moved, and the pale gold appeared, effortlessly. Zuo Mo was happy in his heart, this time the hardships were not in vain, and his control of the situation was quite obvious.

I saw that his fingers were surrounded by a sudden sharp turn, suddenly stopped, and the stars were dotted, like a small and incomparably fine golden sand, which was very beautiful in the night.

A thought popped into his mind, could this be an attack trick as well?

The small, but tragic and unusual battle before gave him this idea.

However, based on what he knew about Lingzhifu, it was a typical non-combat class. I've never heard of a spirit planter who is good at fighting. Moreover, he is not the only one who will be inside the door. Everyone's talent is different, Zuo Mo can cultivate to the third level, and naturally there are people who are good at other types of magic techniques.

Among the outer disciples, there is a senior brother who has cultivated to the second level. Not only that, but even there are people who practice, but the level is not high.

Thinking wrong?

The question swirled in his mind, lingering.

Soon, though, he didn't want to think about it anymore. Pick up Oto-kyu, input spiritual power, and put it beside you.

With his head resting on his arms and looking at the vast starry sky, his heart gradually quieted down. The night breeze is cool, indescribably pleasant. Listening to the various messages that were constantly playing in his ears, Zuo Mo fell asleep quietly.

The next day, he went to the medicine field to rain once, and then gave rain to a junior brother who had made an agreement, and he returned to his small courtyard.

Passing by Lingtian, looking at the neat rows of Linggu, I suddenly thought of the doubt in my heart last night.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to try again.

Hand on a spirit valley, silently infiltrated into the plant, like yesterday, Zuo Mo put his mind and connected.

Soon, a group of aphids was discovered, and Zuo Mo immediately became nervous, and he had palpitations in his heart from yesterday's tyrannical aura.

Today, however, was a surprise to him. There was little resistance, and all the aphids were crushed into powder in less than a cup of tea. The whole process was done in one go and without the slightest hindrance.

How so?

He was a little confused, and his hand immediately set up another spirit valley, and the situation was the same. Could it be the problem of yesterday's spirit valley? He shook his head, there was no difference between today's two spirit valleys and yesterday's spirit valley.

What's the problem?

He ran to the Spirit Valley yesterday and checked it again, and there was indeed no difference. However, he found that this Linggu plant was obviously growing much better than yesterday, the leaves were more verdant, and the aphid powder in its body had also become its nutrients. Judging from his experience in planting for two years, the yield of this Spirit Valley is definitely much higher than before.

Zuo Mo was overjoyed in his heart, and the question of whether it was an attack technique or not was quickly thrown aside by him.

What are the more tangible benefits than increasing production? Linggu is a spare, and a spar is a variety of magic weapons and tricks......

Zuo Mo, who was full of motivation, began the work of deworming the Lingtian, five acres of Lingtian, and he planned to let go of a Linggu.

For ten days, except for going to the medicine field and the spiritual field to give rain, the rest of the time was spent on the spirit valley in his yard. One by one, when the spiritual power is exhausted, I run to the ashram to meditate and recover, and then continue, and so on. Later, he was almost completely numb and mechanical.

After the last spirit valley was cast, looking at the neat spirit field, the growth was gratifying, and the verdant spirit valley, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of accomplishment in his heart.

He is not the only one who will know, but no one in the door will be as crazy as him, going to check on Linggu one by one, the workload is really terrifying! They will only perform it after Linggu has symptoms of lesions.

If there was no small section of spiritual veins in the quiet room, Zuo Mo would not dare to do this.

After ten days of heavy work, Zuo Mo was extremely tired both physically and mentally.

There was only one thing he wanted to do now, and that was to go back to his room and get some sleep.

Just as he was about to move his steps, suddenly, a small pink crane flew straight towards him from a distance and stopped in front of him.

"Huh!" Zuo Mo felt a little familiar, tilted his head and thought for a long time, only then did he remember the little crane that he picked up by cleaning the yard more than ten days ago, and that one was also pink.

No, there is no way to locate the wish-making little crane. Chizuru was able to find her goal, but she needed an imprint to guide her. Last time, the little Chizuru had the mark of its master, and it only needed to be infused with spiritual power, and it would fly to its master.

But I didn't leave any mark!

But all imprints need to contain spiritual power. In order to prevent the other party from finding him, Zuo Mo didn't dare to use any spiritual power when he wrote those two words.

The first time I flew to myself, it was luck. But if it flies here for the second time, it's definitely not luck that makes sense.

What a strange event!

After observing the delicate little crane floating in front of him, he hesitated, but Zuo Mo still stretched out his hand and took it off.

Take the crane and walk into the ashram.

Sitting on the futon, he began to disassemble the little Chizuru.

On the spread out pink paper, there are only two words on it, which are still the same as last time.

When these two words came into his field of vision, something happened suddenly!

An icy aura enveloped Zuo Mo, and the extremely strong sense of danger made his hairs stand on end! Just like a sharp flying sword against his throat, the sharp and cutting-like chill of the tip of the sword easily pierced into the skin and quickly spread throughout his body.

Damn, I can't move!

There were a pair of frightened eyes on the zombie's face, and Zuo Mo's whole body was frozen by this chill, and he couldn't even move a finger!

Retaliation?punishment?joke of the other side?

There was no time to think about it, he was like a beast in bondage, and the only instinct left was to struggle! He struggled desperately to regain control of his body. Running frantically, with no effect, his body was motionless, and he froze in place.

The cold aura continued to increase, and it was like a cold-blooded and ruthless monster, indifferently approaching Zuo Mo, opening its bloody mouth. It seemed to be sure that Zuo Mo had no room for resistance.

Zuo Mo is like a wax figure with a strange posture, that expressionless face, ridiculously dull.

Only the eyes, those eyes full of fear, full of despair, full of anger, were incompatible with his stiff and thin body and dull and ridiculous face!

Constantly in vain, the cold aura that frightened him easily pushed him into a desperate situation, and there was no way to retreat.

The unwillingness and anger in my heart were suddenly ignited.

Die!

Running wildly, all the spiritual power, carrying all his mind, blasted towards this cold aura!

This is his only means.

The only thing that has been experienced and can be called a battle is the first time to use it on Linggu. He still remembered the tyrannical aura at that time, the impact on his mind. But the spiritual consciousness gathered by thousands of aphids was as weak as a baby compared to this cold breath.

At this time, like a madman, he rushed at the heavily armed enemy with a scythe.

Like a pale golden cloud, it caused this aura to attack as soon as it came out.

In a trance, Zuo Mo seemed to see countless flying swords dragging dazzling tails, with a whistling, flying towards him!

The clear pupils completely turned into a raging sea of fire, and the edges of the eye sockets that were stretched to the extreme cracked, and blood meandered down the cheeks, making two vivid marks on the dull face.

He didn't feel it.

The spiritual power of his whole body began to show signs of getting out of control under the crazy operation, and he did not pause and continued to speed up the operation of spiritual power.

It seemed to become extremely crazy under the full force, and instead of retreating, it pounced on the cold breath.

If someone walked into Zuo Mo's room at this time, they would see a strange scene. A pale golden cloud, violently tumbling and fluctuating, as if something invisible was constantly eroding it, and its volume was shrinking.

The pale golden clouds rolled more violently, but they tightly protected Zuo Mo.

The battle became more and more fierce, and in the face of the cold aura of the sword aura, he did not flinch in the slightest. It's like treating the spiritual consciousness of an aphid, and treat this breath as the spiritual consciousness released by an incomparably huge aphid!

Zuo Mo had no time to pay attention, there was only one thought in his mind - hurry, hurry!

The speed at which the spiritual power operates has reached an alarming level. He had never tried to make spiritual power work at this speed, he didn't dare. But at this time, Zuo Mo, who was red-eyed, only hated that the speed of spiritual power was not fast enough, and he continued to speed up the operation of spiritual power!

Zuo Mo's head slammed to the ground, as if something had been broken, and his consciousness suddenly fell into a trance.

The spiritual power is like a wild horse, completely out of control. The sudden fluctuations, which were already very volatile, were even more violent, like boiling water, and the shape of the clouds was extremely unstable. If a cultivator with advanced cultivation saw such a scene, he would definitely be shocked, his spiritual power would lose control, and the next thing would be to explode and die!

Suddenly, a stream of heat entered the meridians from Zuo Mo's heart.

The irascible spiritual power suddenly became extremely tame, and its speed increased instead of decreasing, and the violent fluctuations disappeared without warning, and it became quiet.

Amazingly, the cold aura seemed to sense something unusual, and it retreated for the first time.

The quiet cloud changes and regenerates, and it quickly retracts towards the middle. The cold breath also changed.

A pale golden seven-section cone shaped like a pagoda!

A moon-shaped flying sword with a small bell hanging from the aqua blue!

There was a quiet confrontation, but in the blink of an eye, both sides started at the same time.

One cone and one sword, turned into two streamers, one gold and one blue, and collided together with incomparable precision.

Ping!

There was a clear sound of broken glass, and a cloud of broken light burst out in the air, like fireworks, blue and gold, and it was very beautiful.

I don't know how long it took, Zuo Mo opened his eyes in a trance, his whole body was in severe pain, his skin was like an inch cracked, and he couldn't help moaning. This moan also suddenly woke up his trance-like consciousness.

I can move by myself!

That damn breath is gone!

He was stunned for a moment, and then an indescribable joy arose, he wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, but before the corners of his mouth could move, the muscles pulled the wound, and immediately turned into a miserable scream. I don't know what just happened, but there's no doubt that I won!

He was still holding a pink piece of paper with two words written on it.

"Badass!"

The handwriting is still beautiful, and the tone of speech is not as old as it is very old, but the dying Zuo Mo involuntarily felt a deep disgust in his heart.

What a vicious woman!

These two words must have been set up by the other party to set up a divine consciousness attack. Being able to unleash such a terrifying attack with two words is definitely not someone he can provoke, Zuo Mo is very clear about this. He didn't know if the head and uncles could do this, but the inner brothers, absolutely no one could reach this situation.

In other words, the strength of a ruthless woman is far greater than that of her senior brother.

However, after walking around the ghost gate, he didn't have much fear, even if the other party's strength was far superior to him.

He had heard that those powerful cultivators had an indifferent and arrogant attitude towards the low-level cultivators. But I never thought that the other party would kill because of two words!

Brother is simple!

Zuo Mo took a deep breath, pulled the huge pain from the wound, struggled to get up, and moved to the table with his teeth gritted.

It's still bright and thick cinnabar, or the wolf's hair, Zuo Mo slammed it several times.

The whole right hand seemed to be broken several times, and when it was moved slightly, it hurt into the bone marrow. Gritting his teeth and struggling to hold the wolf's hair, a few drops of bright red cinnabar dripped from the tip of the pen and fell on the powdered paper, like blood, a little red.

Because of the pain, Zuo Mo subconsciously gasped for cold air in his mouth, held the wolf in his right hand, and left three crooked words on the powder paper extremely seriously.

"I'm waiting for you!"

Throwing away the pen in his hand and looking at it a few times, Zuo Mo let out a few ugly laughs. His right hand did not obey the call, and it took him half an hour to reluctantly fold the paper into a paper crane.

It's a pity that the two words are not as good as last time, and Zuo Mo has some regrets.

While gasping in pain, he instilled the last bit of spiritual power in his body into the paper crane.

Watching the pink little Chizuru disappear into the sky, he cursed this ruthless woman countless times in his heart.

After doing this, he couldn't hold on anymore when the oil ran out of lamp, his eyes were dark, and the whole person was like a piece of wood, planted on the ground, and fainted directly.