With his hand on Linggu, Senior Brother Guo Lu's face suddenly floated with a touch of gold.

With this hand alone, Zuo Mo couldn't help but secretly praise in his heart, Senior Brother Guo Lu's attainments in the field were much deeper than him. Although he broke through the second layer, in terms of practical application and understanding, he was far worse than Senior Brother Guo Lu.

But things happened suddenly!

Senior Brother Guo Lu's face changed, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person fell on his back. The onlookers were suddenly shocked, and rushed up to Senior Brother Guo Lu.

I saw that Senior Brother Guo Lu's face was as white as paper, his anger was like a gossamer, and he was unconscious.

The senior brothers who had a good relationship with Senior Brother Guo Lu hurriedly picked him up and ran towards the mountain. The old black head stood in place, and suddenly howled and cried, and his voice was terrible, which made people feel sorry for their hearts.

The crowd dispersed, and everyone had worry written on their faces.

Zuo Mo moved his feet and walked into the spiritual field. Approaching a spirit valley and observing it carefully, he didn't dare to put his hand on it, the scene just now really made him full of fear of these spirit valleys.

A fishy smell penetrated his nose, and Zuo Mo couldn't help frowning. In his two years of growing crops, he had never smelled anything like it. In his heart, he actually wanted to find out what was inside this spiritual valley, because he suddenly thought of the scene when he first encountered an aphid, and the tyrannical and dangerous aura was still fresh in his memory. But for the five acres of spiritual field, there was only one such situation.

Senior Brother Guo Lu suddenly vomited blood, and the first thought in his mind was, could it be that there was a similar but more powerful aura in these Spirit Valleys?

But Senior Brother Guo Lu's experience is telling him that he can't try it easily.

Glancing at the old black head, he sighed in his heart, even Senior Brother Guo Lu couldn't do anything about it, and he was also lacking in his heart.

All the way back to his small courtyard, he still remembered the scene just now. Senior Brother Guo Lu's vomiting of blood and injury also caused the severity of the problem to increase rapidly, and it was certain that the sect would definitely react. It's just that Shi Fengrong, the only fourth aunt in the sect who knows how to plant, went out to travel half a year ago and has not returned. Senior Sister Hao Min, who took care of the medicine field, also went out with Senior Brother Luo Li.

Senior Sister Hao Min is estimated to be unlucky, but Zuo Mo has not much schadenfreude.

He had a feeling that the strange disease would spread. Just now he stepped into the Lingtian to inspect it, and the degree of withering in the Linggu was obviously different, so it can be seen that the Linggu in this Lingtian was infected in a certain order.

The situation was exactly as he expected, and in the following time, two more senior brothers' Linggu contracted this strange disease.

The top leaders of the sect still haven't taken any strong measures, and Senior Brother Guo Lu is still unconscious.

The Voidless Sword Gate was shrouded in a dark cloud.

There are still about two months left before the harvest season of the Spirit Valley, and everyone can only pray that the Spirit Valley in their spiritual field can escape this catastrophe and survive until the harvest season.

However, prayer had no effect, and this year the number of lay disciples who had not received anything quickly rose to ten.

Zuo Mo's luck seemed to have run out, and he also became one of the ten. The five acres in the courtyard were fine, but the fifty acres of spiritual land he rented began to wither in the spiritual valley.

His heart suddenly tensed!

At any time, he never thought that he would leave the sect. Planting is not an easy job, but he still lives quite nourishingly. Since he opened his eyes two years ago, he has lived in Wukong Mountain, which is like his home.

However, if he is unable to pay enough Lingtian rent this year, he will be expelled from the sect.

This is something he absolutely can't accept! What's more, after leaving the small courtyard, where can he find even a small spiritual vein?

There is nothing more uncomfortable than watching the spiritual valleys in the fields wither one after another, and nothing is more desperate than not being able to stop them from spreading. The unpleasant fishy smell wafts in the spiritual field, and the fertile spiritual field is like a muddy pond.

The sect is also full of mourning, and the number of outer disciples who are sick in Lingtian has risen to twenty-five, and the rest of the people are also in danger.

The whole tree of Linggu is almost withered, and only near the soil can you see a trace of green. If you can't find a way, it will be too late when this Spirit Valley is completely out of life.

Just when Zuo Mo was at a loss, suddenly a small pink crane appeared in front of him.

"Dead woman! still come to make trouble at this time!" Zuo Mo couldn't help but scold when he saw this paper crane.

He didn't mean to take off the paper crane, and sneered and said to himself: "Hmph, brother doesn't bird you, you can play by yourself." ”

As soon as the words fell, the little thousand cranes that flew in front of him suddenly unfolded automatically.

"Master, where are you waiting for someone?"

The sweet and lovely voice drilled into the ears, like licking a mouthful of honey, and like being gently scratched in the heart, and the bones of people with slightly weaker concentration were directly crispy.

Zuo Mo, who was dumbfounded, looked at the pink paper that automatically unfolded in front of him, and it was these nine sentences written on it.

Auto-unfolding, auto-sounding, auto-finding......

The wonders displayed by the little pink little crane made Zuo Mo's weak heart suffer an unprecedented blow.

He suddenly had a hunch that he might be in big trouble.

"Forget it, it's really boring to be like a woman. Brother won't play with you!" he said to himself with righteousness.

"You want to use beauty tricks to seduce us?" Zuo Mo sneered in his heart: "You are still a little tender." Don't say that there is a magic sound, even if the peerless naked girl is in front of him, my brother can sit still and be calm. ”

In the spiritual field, I could only hear Zuo Mo Ya's voice breaking through the gong: "I am a mirror platform, where to stir up dust, babbling ......"

Before he could finish speaking, another small pink crane flew in front of him from the sky.

The delicate pink Chizuru is like undressing, and the movements unfold beautifully and automatically.

"Hee-hee, master, if you don't reply to the letter, the next little crane, the slave will draw a flame burst charm. ”

"Are we scared?" Zuo Mo disagreed: "Are we the ones who will bow down to power......"

He suddenly paused, tilted his head in thought, and muttered to himself: "Flame Burst Talisman, I seem to have heard of it somewhere......"

Before he could finish speaking, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a small pink crane flying towards him from the sky.

He scratched his head, and here he came again! How did the other party locate him? This was the most puzzling part of him. I've never heard of Chizuru being able to have such a function, except for those guys who are really strong. But a person with a little more superb strength, who would use a knockout like Xiao Qianhe?

Wait, she said she'd draw a flame burst charm this time......

Zuo Mo's pupils widened suddenly, and he ran without hesitation.

Rumble!

There was an explosion behind him, and the strong wave of qi directly knocked Zuo Mo over a few times, and he fell and gnawed on the mud.

Zuo Mo was stunned, as a junior cultivator who only had expertise in cultivation, an explosion or something like that should never appear in his life.

Struggling to sit up from the dirt, he looked at the crater that had exploded behind him, and he looked dumbfounded.

On the horizon, another little pink crane flew in front of him, still unfolding like undressing, but in Zuo Mo's eyes, there was no beauty at all, but full of queen-like grace.

The most important feature of the Queen's favor is that it doesn't matter if you want it or not.

"Hee-hee, master, after a pillar of incense, the slave wants to draw a serial flame talisman. ”

Zuo Mo's head buzzed, jumped to the ground as if his butt had been burned by fire, grabbed the pink paper floating in front of him, and ran to the residence.

A pillar of incense!

Dead woman!

When the familiar courtyard appeared in the field of vision, his lungs were almost burning, and Zuo Mo, whose throat was smoking, almost cried. The wind generally rushes into the yard, the wind generally rushes into the room, and the wind generally finds cinnabar and wolf's hair.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

There is no trace of the heroic and free and easy last time, and the resentment is like a weak woman who was forced into the boudoir by a wolf-like man in the middle of the night.

Fold the pink paper as fast as you can, then infuse it with spiritual power at a faster speed, patting your chest and watching it disappear into the sky.

Zuo Mo felt that he was unlucky, why did he pick up the paper crane if he had nothing to do? Why did he reply to the letter if he had nothing to do?

As soon as I thought of falling from the sky, dense paper cranes flew all over the sky, and then boom! With myself as the center, within a radius of three miles, there was not an inch of tiles left.

Zuo Mo's scalp was numb.

Not long after, a small pink crane flew in front of him through the window.

"Hee-hee, the slave just wants to talk to the master. Life, ideals, how interesting!"

Zuo Mo simply raised the white flag: "I surrender!"

The other party turned a blind eye: "Hehe, what is the ideal of the master's life?"

"Earn hedrons. Zuo Mo wrote helplessly with humiliation.

"Is the hedron earned?"

"I can't pull it out anyway. "Zuo Mo broke the jar and broke it.

......

Before Zuo Mo was numb, he finally understood. The other party is just a woman who has been raised in the depths, extremely boring, empty and lonely, indiscriminate, and perverted. And it is precisely the point of "being so perverted" that easily stifles any attempt to resist by Zuo Mo.

Thankfully, this woman still has the habit of eating. For the first time, Zuo Mo thanked this habit, which had gradually disappeared from the cultivator realm, for saving his poor lamb.

Temporarily dismissed this woman, Zuo Mo breathed a sigh of relief. From the previous high tension to the complete numbness later, Zuo Mo profoundly interpreted the complete process of traumatized soul.

This even made him no longer have any fear of those Linggu who could make Senior Brother Guo Lu vomit blood. The experience of this afternoon had convinced him that there would never be anything more terrible in this world than this terrible woman.

He decided to try to save his fifty acres of Spirit Valley.

He didn't want to leave here.