World of Cultivation

"Forget it!"

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"Don't forget to die!"

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A familiar and unfamiliar voice echoed like a nightmare.

As usual, Zuo Mo woke up from his dream and sat up with a wry smile. It stands to reason that after having 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 in sweat, which even he finds incredible.

The stars in the sky are dazzling and bright, the stars are scattered, and the Wukong Mountain is quiet and peaceful.

The dangerous scene passed by before his eyes last night, and he suddenly thought of the black dandelion seed in his sea of ​​consciousness. He quickly checked it, and it was still floating in his sea of ​​consciousness. There was no movement, he breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what 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 suddenly ran into his sea of ​​consciousness, it must be no good.

Should I go to the hospital for a while?

He pondered in his heart, woke up in the middle of the night, and he had no sleep at all. He threw the black dandelion seeds aside after thinking about it for a moment. If he couldn't think of any way, his worry was superfluous.

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 was born that day. The sword intent was so shocking to him that it was deeply etched in his mind.

He hasn't practiced sword art, but that doesn't mean he doesn't understand it at all. Among the outer sect disciples, there are many people who practice sword art. After all, Wukong Jianmen is a sect of sword cultivation. Like Senior Brother Wei Sheng, he majored in swordsmanship and once served as Senior Brother Luo Li's sword servant.

The so-called sword servants are servants of sword cultivators. They are responsible for cleaning the battlefield and some auxiliary work.

Senior Brother Wei Sheng was the most powerful outer sect disciple, and he was very experienced in combat. It was said that even the sword cultivators in the early stage of foundation building were killed by him. But he had also seen Senior Brother Wei Sheng practicing swordsmanship. It was colorful, but it was quite good-looking. Compared with that sword intent, it was like a colorful bird tied with paper, which would be broken with a single poke.

But like the mighty sword intent that shattered the sky last night, he never even thought about it. Under that sword intent, everything surrendered, and he was as small as that ant.

Right at this moment, the accident happened suddenly!

His sea of ​​consciousness, a cold and snow-white sword intent, appeared out of thin air without warning!

Zuo Mo froze all over, his eyes bulged out, and his breathing stopped abruptly.

After a long while, the icy body gradually warmed up, and his eyes gradually recovered.

How could this be?

The sword intent that suddenly appeared just now was exactly the same as the terrifying sword intent last night!

Unprepared, this sword intent almost slashed his sea of ​​consciousness in half. The pure and chilling 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 terrified and couldn't understand the situation at all.

how is this possible!

The black dandelion seeds left in his sea of ​​consciousness had already made him feel extremely terrified, but now there is another sword intent!

wrong!

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

Withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness, he carefully recalled the entire process of the appearance of Sword Intent. Only then did I discover that the sword intent appeared when I was thinking of the sword intent in the sea of ​​​​consciousness facing the black dandelion seeds.

A bold idea suddenly popped into his mind.

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

This bizarre idea, as soon as it appeared, never lingered.

The sea of ​​consciousness returned to a void again, and the black dandelion seeds were floating in the empty sea of ​​consciousness alone. Zuo Mo was a little hesitant, that sword intent was too strong, and the blow just now had a great impact on his body and mind.

But the idea of ​​trying to figure it out in my heart quickly gained the upper hand, and I gritted my teeth!

Fight!

Facing the black dandelion seeds, he recalled that sword intent!

hiss!

A sharp sword intent as white as silver,

Out of nowhere!

puff!

Zuo Mo's body froze, and he spat 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! Sword Intent is what it released!

This time he was prepared, and he could see clearly. Not only that, he also discovered that this sword intent was completely different from what he had seen before, no, or rather, it was clearer! Because of this, its power is undoubtedly revealed again. How could Zuo Mo's fragile mind resist such a domineering sword intent? Immediately vomited blood.

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 cultivating swords. However, the pure and cold sword energy planted a seed in his heart last night, a seed of interest in power.

But Zuo Mo quickly withdrew from the joy. This sword intent is extremely domineering, far beyond what he can bear.

There was a dull pain in his head, and he received two consecutive sword attacks, and his mind was injured. Moreover, remembering the pain that his whole body was frozen and the sea of ​​​​knowledge was easily cut in half, his face turned pale.

There are many benefits to comprehending this sword intent, 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. He picked up Yingui, who was beside him, and injected spiritual power into it.

"A fierce conflict broke out again in the blood world of Dutian..."

Zuo Mo couldn't help but startled at Yin Guili's voice. Ingyu is an essential part of his life, and he falls asleep listening to him every day. During this period of time, the news about the conflict that broke out in the Dutian Blood Realm was obviously much more 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 nonsensically, but soon put the question aside. Whether it is the Heavenly Blood Realm or the demons, it has nothing to do with him. He didn't believe that the demons could find any flowers. Three thousand years ago, the war between the cultivators and the demons ended with the cultivators winning. If it wasn't for the Heavenly Blood Realm that blocked the cultivators' progress, it is very likely that the demons would have been wiped out.

Then came some news about the sword test meeting, Zuo Mo was not very interested.

Sudden with a splitting headache, Zuo Mo groaned while holding his head, his consciousness was injured.

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

The greater pain is that just after seeing the beauty of beauty, he was kicked in the key by the evil dragon.

Zuo Mo wailed in his heart, repairing his consciousness was the most urgent problem he was facing right now. However, for a low-level cultivator who only has the eighth level of Qi refining, repairing his consciousness is definitely a problem that is far beyond his ability.

it hurts!

It seemed that the deepest part of his brain was being gently cut with a knife. After a while, Zuo Mo was about to go crazy.

Sitting on the roof with his head in his arms, moaning in pain could be heard incessantly.

Zuo Mo even had the heart to cry. Holding his head, he almost crawled onto the futon in the quiet room.

The only thing he can hope for now is that meditation can ease the pain. Soon, the cruel reality shattered his last chance. No matter how he used his spiritual power, the severe pain of Yuanshen did not ease in the slightest.

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

Holding his head, he rolled on the ground and whimpered. Gradually, the voice of the whining became lower and lower.

The ignorant is meaningless, his understanding of divine consciousness is pitiful, if his cultivation is deeper and he understands more things, he will never dare to be so reckless. For the restoration of spiritual consciousness, even those cultivators in the condensed pulse period, there are not many ways. Unless the Jindan stage cultivator takes action, it will be easier to repair.

However, if a Jindan stage cultivator is to take action, the price is definitely not a small amount.

Low-level cultivators would never dare to use their primordial spirit, and even if they were good at meditation, they would not dare to do so before the Golden Core Stage.

Zuo Mo was just a low-level cultivator who had just broken through the eighth level of Qi Refining. Consciousness Sea was attacked twice in a row that far exceeded his ability to bear, and it was rare that he did not die.

If the consciousness is injured, if there is no external force to heal it, it will not die or be destroyed.

Poor Zuo Mo was completely curled up into a ball, he had no strength to roll, he was dying, and his consciousness was blurred.

Dimly he seemed to hear someone talking.

"Do you want to live?"

The quaint and desolate voice is upright and majestic.

"Save me!" Zuo Mo heard his helpless answer full of surprises and pleadings.

"Keep my etiquette, follow my heart, and fulfill my oath, would you like to?"

"It's too cruel!" Zuo Mo, who was dying, couldn't help crying. He suddenly had a feeling that he was being thrown.

"Would you like to?" The majestic voice rolled like thunder, full of oppression.

"Go to hell!" Zuo Mo was suddenly furious: "Don't think that I don't know that it was you who did it..." He still wanted to scold, but his consciousness was in severe pain, and he couldn't help screaming.

"Would you like to?"

"Go to hell!" Zuo Mo screamed and cursed, while holding out his middle finger.

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"Would you like to?"

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

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"Would you like to?"

"Go to hell!" Zuo Mo's answer was as thin as a mosquito, his voice gradually thinning, like a gossamer.

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"Would you like to?"

"Go to hell..."

Zuo Mo's consciousness was blurred and he struggled.

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

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

"I lose my heart and die, only the oath I made..."

The voice seemed to be getting further and further away from him, and he was not awake.

Zuo Mo was in a coma. In the sea of ​​consciousness, the floating black dandelion seed quietly fell.

As soon as it falls, it plunges into the sea of ​​consciousness, takes root, sprouts, blossoms, and bears fruit. Countless black dandelion seeds were scattered and drifted to every corner of Zuo Mo Shihai.

In the blink of an eye, the sea of ​​consciousness became the black sea. The black sea suddenly collapsed, and countless fragments flew into the air like black petals, turning into countless plumes of black smoke.

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