World of Cultivation

The twenty-seventh look up in the dark

"Brother, are you not feeling well?" Xiaoguo struggled for a long time, still could not help but open the door.

"Nothing." Zuo Mo hoarse, should be a sentence, continue to move forward.

Xiaoguo looked at Zuo Mo worriedly and braved the courage: "Brother, if you are in poor health, you can do it in the next day."

"I said nothing, then nothing!" Zuo Mo stunned a small fruit.

Xiaoguo couldn't help but shrink back, but still groaned: "But, the sister said, the body is the most important."

Zuo Mo decided to shut up, not to bicker with this girl, he really did not have the strength. Anyone who was released by the Jin Dan period defender will return to the battle for a few and a half, and will never have the strength.

Pu Yao this crazy! This is a madman!

The sword of Xin Yanshi is far from being able to bear it. Every time he faces this snowy and savvy sword, he feels the ghost gate, the deep fear that comes from the deepest part of the heart, which makes him tremble. The gap between the two sides is too big, and there is no suspense. Even this kind of fear similar to pre-death, Zuo Mo has only a very short moment to feel, and then his knowledge will be easily split into two, his only result is fainting.

But soon he will wake up again because of the pain! The pain of God’s injury will wake him up.

What he can do is to bite his teeth and work up to run the "Spirit of the Earth". Only this thing can repair the gods and relieve the pain.

I haven't waited for him to take a break, but a sword is falling from the sky, and Zuo Mo once again stunned.

In this way, sly, coma, awakening... Repeatedly, he will be comatose dozens of times a day, can imagine how his condition might be better?

If there is time, he will even doubt if he can hold on to that day. However, Pu Yao did not give him this time, and he was numb afterwards.

Until Xiaoguo came to him, Pu Yao only let him go.

Xiaoguo came to him and asked him to help him to see the grass. The last weed incident made all the girls in Dongfeng have a cold sweat. Li Yingfeng became a disciple of the inner door. He worshipped under the door of the music. In addition to cultivation, he also had to follow Master to learn how to manage the industry in the door. However, they still remember Zuo Mo, the zombie brother, and Li Yingfeng especially greeted him before he left, hoping that he could help these female disciples.

Every time, they took the left Moola and checked the grass.

There is no big problem with Lingcao, except for a few problems that arise due to improper operation. For Zuo Mo, who is planting Linggu, these are some simple basic questions. Most of these female disciples are still on how to cultivate the beasts. Planting Lingcao is just to provide food for the spirits, so they are extremely extensive and usually not care.

Looking at Ling Tian was so ruined, Zuo Mo was somewhat distressed. If these Lingtians are planted in Linggu, how many spars should there be?

"Senior brother, these little things are not worth much. It is our heart. Please ask the brothers to laugh."

A female disciple handed a gift that was already prepared.

He understands the minds of these female disciples. No matter where they are, female disciples are always in a weak position, especially female disciples like them. Li Yingfeng is gone, and they are innocent to take care of them. They need someone who can protect them. It is no wonder that the cultivation of these female disciples is generally five or six layers of refining, and there is no person who has come out to take the lead.

Left Mo thought about it and took the gift. Although this is a bit of a hassle, if you really encounter any trouble, I believe that Li Yingfeng will never sit idly by.

Seeing that Momo took the gift, a group of female disciples finally showed a relief expression.

It’s not easy for everyone to survive, left to think silently.

Go home, open the gift box, and install all kinds of spirits and beasts. Like the muddy shovel, the grades are not there, one product is mostly, two products are one or two. However, it can be seen that these spirits and insects have spent some thoughts, although the grade is not high, but they are more practical.

Pu Yao suddenly emerged and squatted in front of these spirits and beasts: "Speaking of playing bugs, hey, our demon is the ancestor of this aspect."

He flipped these worms with his hands and was disappointed: "It's all low-end goods, not worth the money."

Zuo Mo is quite speechless, but can't help but say: "They are just outside disciples. Where can there be high-end goods?"

Pu Yao picked up one and put it on the front of the eye for a moment. He threw it in front of him: "Hey, this qualification is barely reconciled. The others are thrown away."

Selected by Pu Yao is a black beetle, slightly larger than the thumb. After turning over the jade, they know that the black beetle is called black gold insect, and it likes to eat gold and iron. Its coleoptera can sell for a good price. In addition, it is said to be able to find water sources.

Zuo Mo was somewhat disappointed. The black gold insects did not have much practical value for him.

Pu Yao is obviously attracted by these insects, and he is interested in it: "This play bug can be very particular, especially the technique, which varies from person to person. I have seen a master of insects, called a **** mosquito, which is really amazing. He did not know how to refine it into countless gods, sent it on a group of blood mosquitoes, and then shuttled through the world. Every time he went to the world, he left a few blood mosquitoes. He enemies with a bunch of people, chasing him countless times, hard to kill. Don't die."

"Black gold insects I have played before, but it is not such a bad street goods. Low-quality is useless, the real purpose of this thing is to find the spirit..."

"Lingmai?" Zuo Mo suspiciously asked: "Is it not used to find water?"

"Water source?" Pu Yaoxiao smiled and said: "Do not understand if you don't understand. It is a low-grade black gold insect, more than four products of black gold insects, you can find the spirit, seven products can find the source. Oh, but nine products It’s the real good thing. As for the ten products, I have never seen it.”

He continued: "Pick the spirits, you must pick the quality. You are like this black gold insect, if you can get the law, you can advance to the four products. Others, even those who can only rise to three products."

"That, how can this black gold bug rise to four products?" Zuo Mo humbly asked for advice.

The four gold black worms can find the spirit... This has an unparalleled temptation to Zuo Mo.

This time, the Pu Yao didn't bother him. He was very refreshed. "It's very simple. Isn't there a small vein in your quiet room? Put this black gold bug and a piece of red gold stone in the jade box and bury it in this vein. Around. After a month, it should be able to rise to three. If you want to rise to four, it will take three months."

"Okay, let's continue." Pu Yao waved her hand and was impatient.

The voice has not fallen, and a white sword has once again smashed the knowledge of Zuo Mo into two halves. Still tacitly remembering that Pu Yao had just said that Zuo Mo was directly comatose.

I don't know how long it took, and the pain once again awakened Zuo Mo. Was the first thought of Zuo Mo, the way to raise the black gold bug to the fourth level, remember?

Fortunately, remember!

it hurts! He couldn't help but mourn and roll on the ground.

How did it hurt?

The pain of tearing afflicts his fragile nerves, and he only runs the "Spirit of the Sun". A breath of breath in the body is endless, the silk is cool, as if inhaled from the body, and then scattered into the body.

Knowing the fire hunting in the sea, the faint star in the void seems to be much brighter, and the flamboyant sea of ​​fire can't take its brilliance.

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

Every time I gave Zuo Mo's enlightenment time, it couldn't be short, and it was repeated hundreds of times. He insisted on his teeth.

"Pain is the most delicious thing in the world. You have to taste it carefully, enjoy it. It tastes sweet and sweet and infiltrates into your bone marrow. Even your soul is shaking!" Pu Yao sticks out his scarlet tongue and licks his lips. Leisurely said: "Death is like a fireworks, but you can continue to experience this blooming process, how lucky it is!"

Dead demon!

I read it in my left mouth, but my eyes were so big that I stared at the lightning-fast snow-white sword!

Knowing what is coming, what a pain, really, as Pu said, his soul is shaking. Even if he has been beaten so many times, he will still fear and unparalleled fear every time he has to face the snow and white practice. When he was awake, he did not dare to recall. He was afraid that any bit of recollection would cause the fragile psychological defense to collapse instantly.

His trembling ribs are like grass that can break at any time in a dark storm. Maybe next second, he will fall.

But his eyes are fixed on the front!

The direction in which the snow white sword is meant to appear.

However, the sword of Sin Yan’s uncle, where can he see it?

The two are different. Xin Yan Shi Shu Tang Tang Jin Dan period repairer, even Tiansongzi admired the sword repair, and Zuo Mo is only a veneer eight-layer outside disciple; Xin Yan Shi Shu on the flying sword for more than two hundred years, The most basic swords of Zuo Molian have never been studied.

All this seems to be in vain.

However, he still trembled and stared at the front, his mouth subconsciously screaming "dead dead demon".

Snow white as practice, radiant, like the Milky Way from the sky!

Left and right, he tried to open his eyes. At this moment, his body stopped shaking and his mouth disappeared. The whole world is awkward, and he needs to find it in this snow and white, and find the essence of this sword.

The time given to him was very short, not even a blink of an eye.

He is like a crazy gambler, but he is gambling that there is no chance for even one in ten thousand.

However, he has no choice but no retreat.

The pupil suddenly expanded and has not recovered.

Hey, Xue Baijian has left the Momo in two without any hindrance.

I don't know how long it took, but it was still a painful wake to Zuo Mo. The left eye who opened his eyes wanted to laugh at the sky, but when it came to the mouth, it turned into a sorrowful mourning.

"Oh! It hurts!" "Ah!"

Struggling to get up, resisting the pain, he runs "the sacred refining god."

The silk is cool and scattered into the body, and the pain is immediately reduced.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of ecstasy!