World of Cultivation

Zuo Mo didn't panic, he squinted his eyes and looked at the sword light flying towards them.

There is no other reason. With the Wu Kong Sword Sect’s status in the Tianyue Realm today, no one will easily start a battle. Different from the steady style of the other giants in the Tianyue Realm, the fighting power shown by the Wu Kong Sword Sect shocked the Tianyue Realm. Especially the reputation of Xin Yan, the Ice Chi Sword, is unparalleled.

He took out a small flag from the ring and raised his hand. The small flag swelled in the wind. The flagpole was more than three feet long. It was as thick as a goose egg and was as black as fine iron. The black flag has red characters, and the word "无空" seems to have infinite power. The strokes are like swords, as if they are about to fly out of the flag.

Everyone looked surprised when they saw Heiqi, and they all lamented the master's preference for Senior Brother Zuo. Each sect has its own token to prove its identity. This flag is the token of Wu Kong Jian Sect. In addition to the token, it is also a magic weapon, which was jointly refined by several golden elixir cultivators. It has many wonders and amazing power.

This Wu Kong flag was specially obtained by Shi Fengrong from Pei Yuanran for Zuo Mo.

The sword light came suddenly, and the person who came was a cultivator about forty years old, with a white face and no beard, a green Taoist robe, and a flying sword at his feet. The first time he saw this flag, his expression changed slightly. The Wukong Sword Sect has been really popular these days.

Nan Mingzi jumped down from the flying sword, and the flying sword flew into the scabbard on his back.

"Principal Taoist Nan Mingzi, I have met all the fellow Taoists of Wukong Sword Sect!"

"I've met fellow Taoist." Zuo Mo handed over his hand.

The vigilance in his heart did not weaken at all. Nan Mingzi's cultivation in the middle stage of pulse condensation was much higher than that of all of them. Moreover, Huangmujiao happens to be on the edge of the boundary river. If the other party really has evil intentions, kills people, seizes treasures, and escapes from the boundary river into the small mountain boundary, the sect will not be able to investigate it even if it wants to.

Nan Mingzi glanced at Wukong Banner, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes. The magic weapon refined by several golden elixir masters is naturally the best! However, he quickly suppressed the greed in his heart. Although the sect's token was a good magic weapon, it was also very hot to handle.

When he noticed everyone's cultivation, his heart suddenly relaxed a lot.

He also noticed that Zuo Mo was the one greeting him from beginning to end. He must be the leader of the group. He suddenly paused and said: "Fellow Taoist looks very familiar, I haven't asked my name yet!"

"I'm Zuo Mo." Zuo Mo replied. He caught the flash of greed in the other person's eyes. He was too familiar with this look.

"Zuo Mo?" Nan Mingzi frowned and thought. This face and name were very familiar to him. He raised his head suddenly: "But Zuo Mo, the formation talisman?"

"It's just a small skill, but it's worth nothing." Zuo Mo smiled expressionlessly.

Nan Mingzi suddenly felt awe in his heart. It had only been half a year since the Dongfu Sword Trial Meeting, and the name Zuo Mo had not been forgotten yet. He retracted his contempt. The expressionless guy in front of him had a record of defeating the cultivators of the Pulse Condensation Stage.

There is also the terrifying talisman flow...

His eyes glanced around subconsciously.

There are criss-crossing ditches, and traces of manual digging on the left and right...

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, no way... the flow of talismans...

The expressionless face of Zuo Mo in front of him seemed to suddenly become deep and gloomy, and his eyes were so cold that there was no warmth at all, like a hunter looking at his prey outside the trap. He was just glad now that he didn't do anything just now. The zombie in front of me is a murderer without blood!

There are many versions of the rumor that the Dongfu Sword Trial Meeting was finally interrupted, but no matter which version, the terrifying peerless pit is used as evidence.

Nan Mingzi is older, has been cultivating for longer, and has a higher level of cultivation than Gu Rongping and others from the Sword Trial Club, but he comes from a small sect. In terms of combat effectiveness, he thinks he is no match for the young people from the Sword Trial Club.

A drop of sweat ran down his back.

"Haha, I am planning to cross the boundary river from now on. I wonder if I can borrow your place to rest for a few days?" Nan Mingzi said quickly: "I apologize for any inconvenience!"

The hand moved faster and stuffed five third-grade crystal stones.

Zuo Mo didn't expect that the other party would be so clever.

He calmly took the five crystals and said, "You're welcome! We just took over Araki Reef from Xinhu Jianmen, and we haven't had time to build some houses yet. Please forgive me for the simplicity."

Heart Lake Sword Gate...

There was another layer of sweat on Nan Mingzi's forehead. If Wukong Sword Sect is a rising star, then Xinhu Sword Sect is a powerful veteran with a profound foundation!

With two sects involved, Nan Mingzi didn't dare to act rashly. Coming from a small sect, he knew very well the power that those big sects had. If there was only Wu Kong Sword Sect, he might have dared to take the risk, but now that Xinhu Sword Sect was involved, his last trace of luck was gone.

The other junior disciples around looked at Zuo Mo with admiration in their eyes. He was a Pulse Condensation stage cultivator!

After a long flight, Nan Mingzi was very tired, so she found a place to meditate to regain her strength. The disciples of Wukong Sword Sect discovered that for several days, the senior brother walked around every day, driving various strange materials into the ground from time to time, or some incomprehensible magic formulas.

But the grand formation that everyone imagined showed no signs of being completed.

Some timid juniors are getting more and more anxious. Although Nan Mingzi has been very friendly so far, they are still worried. The opponent's strength is much stronger than theirs. After recovery, the disparity in strength between the two sides will further widen.

Senior Brother Zuo's formation has not yet been completed.

On the third day, Zuo Mo continued to punch various magic formulas into the ground along the way as usual. He didn't seem to be in a hurry and had a relaxed demeanor.

Nan Mingzi, who was in trance, opened his eyes a little and looked at Zuo Mo thoughtfully. In the past three days, he had actually been observing Zuo Mo. He did not notice any fluctuations in the talisman array on the island. In those criss-crossing ditches, water is constantly flowing into the ocean. From all indications, Zuo Mo's formation seems not to be complete.

Is it an old suspicion formation, or is it really that the formation has not been completed?

Nan Mingzi was a little unsure and decided to wait. There is no one else on the island, there is only this group of foundation-building cultivators, and for him, they are nothing short of easy to capture. A foundation-building cultivator wouldn't have any trouble with him, but the flag in Zuo Mo's hand really made him jealous. Besides, he had used countless materials these days, which made Nan Mingzi feel a little sad for him.

For the past three days, the empty flag has been lingering in his mind. As her spiritual power recovered, Nan Mingzi's heart began to move again. Thinking that he was actually intimidated by a foundation-building cultivator, he felt like his face was burning. Except for the talisman formation, Zuo Mo basically had no threat to him.

With his strength, these foundation-building cultivators are completely defenseless. If the formation was not completed, he was absolutely sure that he could kill Zuo Mo quickly. If he really gets to that point, he plans to not let go of any of the other disciples of Wukong Sword Sect. At that time, he will escape to the small mountain realm and then to the Tianshui realm. No matter how powerful Wu Kong Sword Sect and Xinhu Sword Sect are, what can they do to me?

A dark light flashed in the corner of Nan Mingzi's eyes.

As soon as he was out of Nan Mingzi's sight, Zuo Mo immediately started running. Nan Mingzi never expected that Zuo Mo's spiritual consciousness would be strong enough to detect that he was pretending to be in meditation most of the time. Needless to say, Zuo Mo also knew that Nan Mingzi had evil intentions. But in order to calm Nan Mingzi, he has been very calm these days.

Sure enough, troubled times are coming! The world is in chaos!

Zuo Mo sighed softly in his heart and moved faster with his feet. Now that the world is in ruins, the only way to survive is to have enough strength.

He dived into the underground magma lake with familiarity. The fire array in the magma lake was constantly refining copper rings these days.

Zuo Mo waved his hand, and the copper ring made a soft sound and flew into his hand. The red-yellow copper ring now displays this bright, fiery red color, which looks quite eerie. This firepower is indeed strong enough. After three days and nights of tempering, the copper ring's grade has risen by one level, reaching the fourth grade.

He couldn't help but look satisfied.

As soon as he came out of the magma lake, Zuo Mo stopped hiding his figure and flew directly into the sky.

Others immediately spotted Zuo Mo in the sky.

The faces of the Wukong Sword Sect disciples all showed expressions of anticipation and excitement, but Nan Mingzi could no longer hide the murderous look on his face. He finally realized that the formation on the island was indeed not completed!

damn it! I was tricked by this zombie! Nan Mingzi's eyes showed greedy and fanatical emotions. He was from a small sect, and even if he had reached the pulse condensation stage, he still had no magic weapon to take advantage of!

Although he didn't understand the talisman formation, he was very experienced. Looking at Zuo Mo's appearance, he seemed to be planning to launch a big formation. Such a good opportunity, how long will it take if we don’t take action?

Silently, his flying sword was unsheathed and suddenly turned into a stream of light, rushing towards Zuo Mo in the sky.

Nan Mingzi intended to kill with one strike, and there was no reservation with this sword. I saw the light of the sword like a snake, suddenly opened its bloody mouth, stretched out its fangs, and felt the sinister intent of the sword from a distance.

The expressions of the other disciples all changed drastically. They all took out their flying swords and tried to attack Nan Mingzi.

Nan Mingzi sneered, and in a flash, he appeared in the sky at the same place.

Zuo Mo seemed unaware of the sword light rushing towards him. He let go of his palm, and the fiery red copper ring in his hand slowly floated towards the sky.

Ding!

The flaming red copper ring slowly rose while trembling slightly, making a clear sound like a bell.

Ding ding ding ding!

It seemed like there were countless wind chimes echoing the ringing of the flaming red copper rings, and for a while, the sound of the Araki Reef's bells filled the air like a tide.

The sword light flying in mid-air seemed to be encountering extremely strong resistance. The sword body trembled violently and its speed suddenly dropped. Nan Mingzi's face changed drastically, and he gritted his teeth, and all his spiritual power poured into the flying sword crazily. I saw the sword light rising sharply, and the vaguely snake-shaped sword light turned out to be a bit more lifelike.

Hiss!

The sword roared like a snake swallowing its breath, the sword's intention was ferocious and violent, and the light soared!

Facing such an astonishing sword power, Zuo Mo didn't even raise his eyelids. His attention was entirely on the slowly rising flaming copper ring in front of him.

At this time, the flaming red copper ring had already flown over Zuo Mo's head. It seemed like a monarch facing the world. The countless materials that Zuo Mo had hit on the ground seemed to be subject to some invisible suction, and slowly moved upward with the flaming red copper ring. float.

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