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"Senior Brother, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Xiao Guo struggled for a long time, but still couldn't help but speak.

"It's okay." Zuo Mo's voice was hoarse, and he responded, continuing to walk forward.

Xiaoguo looked at Zuo Mo worriedly and plucked up the courage and said, "Senior Brother, if you are in poor health, you can do it someday."

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

Xiao Guo couldn't help but shrink back again, but said a little, "But, senior sister said, the most important thing in the body."

Zuo Mo decided to shut up and not argue with this girl. He really had no strength. No matter who was slashed back and forth by the sword intent released by the Jindan stage cultivator, he would never have the strength to do it.

Pu Yao, this madman! This is the perfect madman!

Uncle Xin Yan's sword intent is far beyond his ability to bear. Every time he faces this snow-white sword intent, he feels the deep fear that arises from the deepest part of his heart, which makes him tremble. The gap between the two sides is too big, so big that there is no suspense. Even Zuo Mo can only feel this kind of fear similar to the one before death. Then, his spiritual consciousness will be easily cut in half, and his only result is to faint.

But he will wake up soon, because of the pain! The severe pain of the injury to his spiritual sense will awaken him.

All he could do was grit his teeth and get up and run "Feal Breath Refining God". Only this thing could repair the spiritual consciousness and relieve pain.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another sword intent fell from the sky, and Zuo Mo fell into a coma again.

In this way, he was slashed, unconscious, and woke up from pain... and repeated it. After a day, he was about to fall into a coma dozens of times. It is conceivable how could his condition get better?

If he had time, he would even doubt whether he could last until that day. However, Pu Yao didn't even give him this little time, and he would be numb after the pain.

It was not until Xiaoguo came to find him that Pu Yao let him go temporarily.

Xiao Guo came to him to help him see the spirit grass. The last weed incident caused all the girls in Dongfeng to sweat. Li Yingfeng became an inner disciple and worshipped under Yan Le. In addition to practicing, he also had to learn how to manage the industry in the sect and had no time to come to Dongfeng. However, they still remember Zuo Mo, the zombie senior brother, and before Li Yingfeng left, he especially greeted him, hoping that he could help these female disciples.

Every time, they pulled Zuomo over and checked the spiritual herb.

There is no big problem with the spirit grass, except for a few problems caused by improper operation. For Zuo Mo, who planted the Spirit Valley, these are some simple and basic problems. Most of these female disciples are still focused on how to cultivate spirit beasts. Planting spirit grass is just to provide food to the spirit beasts, so they are extremely extensive and do not take care of them very much.

Zuo Mo felt a little distressed when he saw the spiritual fields being ruined like this. If these spiritual fields were planted in the Spirit Valley, how many crystals would there be?

"Senior Brother, these little things are not worth much, it is our intention. 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 were, female disciples were always at a disadvantage, especially female disciples like them. Li Yingfeng left and had no time to take care of them. They needed someone who was able to protect them. No wonder, the cultivation of these female disciples is generally the fifth and sixth level of Qi refining, and there is no one who has come out to take on major responsibilities.

Zuo Mo thought about it and took the gift. Although this matter was a bit troublesome, if he really encountered any trouble, I believe Li Yingfeng would never sit idly by.

Seeing Zuo Mo accepting the gift, the female disciples finally showed relief.

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

When I returned home, I opened the gift box and contained various spirit insects and beasts. I had different grades, such as the worms and the like. Most of them were first grade, and one or two were second grades. However, it can be seen that these spirit insects and beasts all took some thought. Although the grade was not high, they were all more practical.

Pu Yao suddenly appeared and squatted in front of these spirit insects and beasts: "When it comes to playing with insects, tsk tsk, we demons are the ancestors in this regard."

He flipped the spirit insects casually, very disappointed: "It's all low-end goods, worthless."

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

Pu Yao picked up one, put it in front of him for a while, and threw it in front of Zuo Mo: "Here, this qualification is barely enough to get together. I'll throw away the others."

The one who was selected by Pu Yao was a black beetle, slightly larger than the thumb. After flipping through the jade slips they provided, they found out that the black beetle was named Black Gold Worm, which likes to eat gold and iron. Its elys can be sold at a good price. In addition, it is said that it can be used to find water sources.

Zuo Mo was a little disappointed. The black gold worm had no great practical value to him.

Pu Yao was obviously interested by these insects and said in great interest: "There are many things to do with insects, especially the techniques, which vary from person to person. I have seen a master of insect play, called the Blood Mosquito Taoist. This guy is really amazing. He somehow refined countless souls and sent them to a group of blood mosquitoes, and then traveled through the hundreds of worlds. Every time he went to a world, he left a few blood mosquitoes. His enemy led a group of people to chase him countless times, but he could not kill him."

"I have played with the black gold insect before, but it is not such a bad street product. Low-quality products are useless. The real purpose of this thing is to find spiritual veins..."

"Spiritual vein?" Zuo Mo asked suspiciously: "Isn't it used to find water sources?"

"Shui Source?" Pu Yao sneered: "If you don't understand, don't pretend to understand. It is a low-grade black gold worm. A black gold worm above the fourth grade can find spiritual veins, and a seventh grade can find spiritual sources. Hey, but the ninth grade is the real good thing. As for the tenth grade, I have never seen it."

He continued: "If you pick up spirit insects, you must choose good qualifications. If you raise this black gold insect, you can advance to the fourth grade if you can raise it. There are not even those who can only upgrade to the third grade."

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

The fourth-grade black gold worm can find spiritual veins... This has an unparalleled temptation to Zuo Mo.

This time, Pu Yao did not make things difficult for him and said cheerfully: "It's very simple. Isn't there a small spiritual vein in your quiet room? Put this black gold worm and a piece of red gold stone in the jade box and bury it around this spiritual vein. In one month, it should be able to rise to the third level. It will probably take three months to rise to the fourth level."

"Okay, let's continue." Pu Yao waved his hand and said impatiently.

Before he finished speaking, a snow-white sword intent easily cut Zuo Mo's spiritual consciousness into two halves again. He was still silently remembering what Pu Yao said just now, Zuo Mo fell into a coma very directly.

I don’t know how long it took, but the severe pain once again awakened Zuo Mo. The first thought of Zuo Mo when he woke up was to remember the method of lifting the black gold worm to level 4?

Fortunately, I remember it!

It hurts so much! He couldn't help but wail and rolled on the ground.

Why did it hurt?

The pain of torn torture his fragile nerves, and he could only use "Feal Breath Refining God". A ball of breath ran continuously in his body, a little cool, as if it was inhaled from the acupoints of the whole body and then scattered into his whole body.

The flames in the sea of ​​consciousness were flocking, and the dim star in the void seemed to become much brighter, and the charming sea of ​​fire could not take away its light.

Coma, wake up in pain, coma again, wake up in pain again...

Every time Zuo Mo was given the time to comprehend, he could not be shorter. He was repeatedly beaten hundreds of times, and he gritted his teeth and persevered.

"Pain is the most delicious thing in the world. You have to taste it carefully and enjoy it. The taste is delicious and sweet, and even your soul is trembling!" Pu Yao stretched out his scarlet tongue, licked his lips, and said leisurely: "Death is like fireworks, but you can continue to experience this blooming process. How lucky it is to be!"

Dead shemale!

Zuo Mo was chanting, but his eyes widened, staring at the lightning-fast snow-white sword intent!

Knowing what is coming is so painful, it is really like what Pu Yao said, his soul is trembling. Even if he has been cut so many times, every time he has to face the snow-white training, he still feels fearful and unparalleled fear. When he is awake, he dare not recall at all. He is afraid that any slight memory will cause the fragile psychological defense to collapse instantly.

His trembling rib body was like a grass that could break at any time in a night storm. He might fall down in the next second.

But his eyes were firmly staring ahead!

The direction where the snow-white sword will appear.

However, where can he see the sword intent of Master Xin Yan clearly?

The two are different. Master Xin Yan is a great Jindan stage cultivator, a sword cultivator that even Tian Songzi admires, while Zuo Mo is just an outer disciple at the eighth level of Qi Refining Stage; Master Xin Yan has been immersed in the flying sword for more than two hundred years, and Zuo Mo has never learned the most basic sword technique.

All of this seems to be futile.

However, he still stared at the front with trembling trembling, subconsciously cursing "dead shemale, dead shemale".

It is as white as a magical radiant, as if the Milky Way pours out from the sky!

Zuo Mo suddenly tried his best to widen his eyes. At this moment, his body stopped trembling and his murmur disappeared. The whole world was covered in snow-whiteness, and he needed to search hard in this vast snow-whiteness to find the essence of this sword intent.

The time given to him was very short, so short that it didn't even have a blink of an eye.

He was like a crazy gambler, but he bet on the chance that he didn't even have one in ten thousand.

However, he had no choice and no way out.

The pupils suddenly dilate and have not yet recovered.

Swish, the snow-white sword intent cut Zuo Mo into two halves without any obstacles.

I don’t know how long it took, but it still hurt Zuo Mo to wake him up. Zuo Mo Xiang opened his eyes and laughed to the sky, but when he reached his mouth, he turned into a humming wail.

"Hiss! It hurts so much!" "Ah!"

Struggling to get up and enduring the severe pain, he used "Feal Breath and Refining God".

A trace of coolness spreads into the body, and the pain immediately subsides.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were filled with ecstasy!
Chapter completed!