"Don't forget!"

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"You can't forget when you die!"

......

Familiar and unfamiliar voices, echoing like nightmares.

As usual, Zuo Mo woke up from his dream and sat up with a wry smile. It stands to reason that after the same dream so many times, it should be quite numb, but every time he wakes up, he finds that his whole body is soaked with sweat, and even he feels incredible.

The stars in the sky are dazzling and bright, the starlight is sprinkled, and the empty mountain is quiet and peaceful.

The dangerous scene last night passed in front of his eyes, and he suddenly thought of the black dandelion seed in his sea of consciousness, and he quickly checked it, it was still floating in his sea of consciousness. There was no movement, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever method he used, it had no effect on this black dandelion seed.

He was a little worried, this black dandelion seed was not a good thing at first glance, and now it was definitely not good to suddenly run into the sea of his own knowledge.

Why don't you go to the hospital for a while?

He pondered in his heart, and woke up in the middle of the night, and he was completely sleepy. The matter of the black dandelion seed was thrown aside by him after thinking about it for a moment, and when he couldn't think of any way, it was purely unnecessary to worry.

Limited to cultivation, his sea of consciousness is not large, except for the black dandelion seed, there is nothing.

Thinking about it, he remembered the sword intent that came out of nowhere that day. That sword intent shocked him too much, and it was deeply seared in his mind.

He hadn't practiced the sword technique, but that didn't mean he didn't understand it at all. Among the outer disciples, there are many people who practice sword techniques, after all, the Wukong Sword Sect is a sword cultivation sect. Like Senior Brother Wei Sheng, he majored in swordsmanship, and also served as a sword servant of Senior Brother Luo Li.

The so-called sword servants are the servants of the sword cultivator, who are responsible for cleaning the battlefield and some auxiliary work.

Senior Brother Wei Sheng is the outer disciple with the most powerful combat power, and he has a lot of combat experience, and it is said that even the sword cultivators in the early stage of foundation building have been killed by him. But he has also seen the scene of Senior Brother Wei Sheng's sword practice, it is colorful, but it is quite good-looking, compared with that sword intent, it is like a colored bird tied on paper, which will be broken when you poke it.

But like the mighty sword intent that slashed the sky and the earth last night, he didn't even think about it. Under that sword intent, all things surrendered, and they were as small as ants.

At this moment, something happened suddenly!

His sea of knowledge, a chilling snow-white sword intent, appeared out of thin air without warning!

Zuo Mo stiffened, his eyes bulged outward, and his breathing stopped abruptly.

After a while, his cold body gradually warmed up, his eyes gradually regained their brightness, and he exhaled heavily, with only a look of horror in his eyes.

How so?

The sword intent that suddenly appeared just now turned out to be exactly the same as the terrifying sword intent last night!

Unguarded, this sword intent almost cut his sea of consciousness in half, and the pure and awe-inspiring murderous intent contained in the sword intent directly made him lose his breath, and all the organs in his body stopped moving at that moment!

He was so distraught that he couldn't figure out the situation at all.

How can it be!

The black dandelion seed left in his sea of knowledge had already terrified him, and now there was an extra sword intent!

Wrong!

When I checked it before, I didn't find this sword intent!

Withdrawing from the sea of knowledge, he carefully recalled the entire process of the appearance of the sword intent. Only then did I realize that the time when the sword intent appeared was when I thought of the sword intent in the sea of consciousness against the black dandelion seeds.

A bold idea popped into his head.

Could it be that this sword intent was released by that black dandelion seed?

This unbelievable idea has never been able to linger since it came to life.

The sea of knowledge returned to a void, and the black dandelion seeds floated alone in the empty sea of knowledge. Zuo Mo hesitated, that sword intent was too strong, and the impact on his body and mind just now was great.

But the idea of trying to figure it out quickly took over, and I gritted my teeth!

Fight!

Facing the black dandelion seed, he recalled that sword intent in his heart!

Hiss!

A snow-white sword intent as silver came out!

Burst!

Zuo Mo stiffened and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

After a while, the laughter of "Hahahaha!" echoed in the small courtyard, Zuo Mo's mouth was full of blood, shocking, but his face was ecstatic.

Sure enough, it was the black dandelion seed!

This time he was prepared, and he could see it clearly. Not only that, but he also found that this sword intent was completely different from what he had seen before, no, or rather, it was clearer! Because of this, its power was undoubted again, how could Zuo Mo's fragile mind withstand the impact of such a domineering sword intent?

But even though he was injured, Zuo Mo couldn't help laughing.

If you can comprehend this sword intent......

Before last night, he had no interest in sword cultivation. However, last night's pure and awe-inspiring sword aura planted a seed in his heart, a seed interested in power.

But Zuo Mo quickly withdrew from his euphoria. This sword intent is extremely domineering, far from what he can bear.

There was a faint pain in his head, and his heart was already injured after receiving two sword intent impacts in a row. Moreover, thinking of the pain of being frozen all over his body and being easily cut in half just now, his face turned a little pale.

Comprehending this sword intent naturally has many benefits, but it also has to pay a painful price. Mental injuries are more difficult to treat than other injuries.

The pain in his head made him gasp from time to time. casually picked up the sound gui beside him and injected spiritual power into it.

"Fierce conflict broke out again in the Dutian Blood Realm......

Yin Guili's voice made Zuo Mo stunned. Oto-kyu is an essential part of his life, and he listens to O-kyu every day to sleep. During this time, there was obviously a lot more news about the conflict breaking out in the Dutian Blood Realm than before.

Could it be that the demons are not willing to be suppressed for a long time and are about to start a counterattack?

He thought a little nonsensically, but he quickly put the question aside. Whether it is the Heavenly Blood Realm or the demons, it is 108,000 miles away from him, and it has nothing to do with it. He didn't believe that the demons could turn over any waves, and three thousand years ago, the war between cultivators and demons ended with a complete victory for cultivators. If it weren't for the fact that the Heavenly Blood Realm had blocked the cultivators' progress, it was very likely that the demons would have been wiped out.

Then there was some news of the sword trial meeting, and Zuo Mo was not very interested.

Suddenly he had a splitting headache, Zuo Mo held his head and snorted, his consciousness was injured.

The greatest pain in life is that a peerless beauty fell from the sky, and at the same time, an evil dragon that guarded the beauty fell.

What's even more painful is that just after appreciating the peerless face of the beauty, he was kicked by the evil dragon and hit the vital point.

Zuo Mo wailed in his heart, repairing his divine consciousness was the most urgent issue he was facing now. However, for a low-level cultivator who only had the eighth level of Qi refining, restoring his divine sense was definitely a problem far beyond his ability.

It hurts!

It seems that the deepest part of his brain was gently cut with a knife, and after only a while, Zuo Mo was about to go crazy.

Sitting on the roof with his head in his hands, he groaned in pain.

Zuo Mo even had the heart to cry, holding his head, he almost moved to the futon in the quiet room by crawling.

The only hope he can have now is that meditation will alleviate his suffering. Soon, the cruel reality shattered his last bit of luck, and no matter how he used his spiritual power, the sharp pain of the Yuan Shen did not alleviate in the slightest.

The whole person seems to have been cut in half, but the whole body is intact.

He held his head and rolled on the ground and wailed, and gradually, the wailing became lower and lower.

The ignorant is meaningless, his understanding of divine consciousness is pitiful, if his cultivation is deeper, he understands more things, he will never dare to be so reckless. There are not many ways to restore the divine consciousness, even for those cultivators in the condensation stage. Unless a Jindan stage cultivator makes a move, it can be repaired relatively easily.

However, if a Jindan stage cultivator were to make a move, the price would definitely not be a small amount.

Low-level cultivators would never dare to use the Yuan Shen, even if they were good at the meditation of the Divine Sense, before the Jindan Period, they would not dare to do so.

Zuo Mo was nothing more than a low-level cultivator who had just broken through the eighth layer of Qi refining, and Zhihai had been attacked twice in a row that was far beyond his ability to bear, and it was already rare that he didn't have a single life.

If the consciousness is injured, if it is not healed by external force, it will not die or die.

Poor Zuo Mo was completely curled up in a ball, he no longer had the strength to roll, dying, and confused.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear someone talking.

"Do you want to live?"

The quaint and desolate voice is just and majestic.

"Help me!" Zuo Mo heard his feeble answer full of surprise and pleading.

"Obey my courtesy, hold my heart, and fulfill my oath, will?"

"It's too ruthless!" Zuo Mo, who was dying, couldn't help but wail, he suddenly felt that he was being put on the table.

"Would you like it?" the majestic voice rolled like thunder, full of oppression.

"Die!" Zuo Mo was furious: "Don't think that Lao Tzu doesn't know that you did it......" He still wanted to scold, but his consciousness was in severe pain, and he couldn't help screaming.

"Would you like to?"

"Die!" Zuo Mo screamed and cursed as he stretched out his middle finger.

......

"Would you like to?"

"Die!" Zuo Mo didn't even have the strength to scream, let alone stretch out his fingers, but hummed weakly.

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"Would you like to?"

"Die!" Zuo Mo's answer was as thin as a mosquito, and his voice became thinner, like a gossamer.

......

"Would you like to?"

"Die ......"

Zuo Mo's consciousness was blurred and he struggled.

......

The dignified and majestic voice was finally silent. Zuo Mo's consciousness was completely blurred at this time, and everything around him was blurred.

In a blur, he didn't know if it was his delusion, the voice spoke again, there was no majesty, only loneliness.

"Death of a disrespectful heart, only the oath that I have made ......"

The voice seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, and he didn't wake up.

Zuo Mo in a coma, in the sea of knowledge, the floating black dandelion seed quietly fell.

As soon as it falls, it plunges into the sea of knowledge, takes root, sprouts, blossoms, and bears fruit. Countless black dandelion seeds were sprinkled one after another, floating to every corner of the Zuo Mo Zhi Sea.

In the blink of an eye, the sea of knowledge becomes the Black Sea. The Black Sea suddenly shattered, and countless fragments flew into the air like black petals, turning into countless wisps of black smoke.

Black smoke transforms, faintly humanoid.