World of Cultivation

Putting his hand on Linggu, Senior Brother Guo Lu suddenly had a touch of gold on his face.

With just this one hand, Zuo Mo couldn't help but secretly praised that Brother Guo Lu's accomplishments in the [Geng Jin Jue] were much deeper than his. Although he broke through to the second level, his practical application and understanding were far worse than Senior Brother Guo Lu.

However, things changed suddenly!

Senior Brother Guo Lu's expression changed, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell on his back. The onlookers suddenly turned pale with shock, and rushed up to the side of Senior Brother Guo Lu.

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

The brothers who had a good relationship with Brother Guo Lu hurriedly carried him and ran up the mountain. The old blackhead stood there dumbfounded, and suddenly burst into tears, his voice was shrill and pitiful.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and everyone's face was filled with worry.

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

A stench penetrated his nose, and Zuo Mo couldn't help frowning. In his two years of planting, he had never smelled anything like it. In fact, he really wanted to find out what was in this spiritual valley, because he suddenly thought of the first time he encountered aphids, and he still remembered the tyrannical and dangerous atmosphere. However, when the [Geng Jin Jue] was used on the five acres of spiritual fields, there was only one such situation.

Senior Brother Guo Lu suddenly vomited blood, and the first thought in his mind was, could there be a similar but stronger aura in these spiritual valleys?

But Senior Brother Guo Lu's lessons told him that he should not try it lightly.

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

All the way back to his small courtyard, the scene just now lingered in his mind. Brother Guo Lu vomited blood and was injured, and the severity of the problem also increased rapidly. It is certain that the sect will definitely respond. It's just that Shi Fengrong, the only fourth teacher in the sect who is familiar with planting, went out to travel half a year ago and has not returned yet. Senior Sister Hao Min, who was taking care of Yaotian, also went out with Senior Brother Luo Li.

Senior Sister Hao Min was going to be out of luck, but Zuo Mo didn't take much pleasure in misfortune.

He had a feeling that the strange disease would spread. Just now, he stepped into the spiritual field to inspect, and the degree of withering of the spiritual valley is obviously different, which shows that the time of the spiritual valley in this spiritual field is also different.

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

The senior officials of the sect have still not taken any effective measures, and Brother Guo Lu is still in a coma.

Wukong Jianmen is shrouded in a dark cloud.

There are still about two months before the harvest season of Linggu. Everyone can only pray that the Linggu in their spiritual field can escape this disaster and last until the harvest season.

However, prayers were of no use, and the number of outer disciples who had no harvest this year quickly rose to ten.

Zuo Mo's luck seemed to have run out, and he became one of the ten. The five acres in the yard were fine, but the fifty acres of spiritual fields he rented began to appear withered.

His heart suddenly became tense!

No matter when, he never thought that he would leave the sect. Planting is not an easy job, but he still lives quite well. Since he opened his eyes two years ago, he has been living in Wukong Mountain, which is like his home.

But if he fails to pay enough rent for the spiritual field this year, he will be expelled from the sect.

This is something he absolutely cannot accept! What's more, after leaving the small courtyard, where would he find even a small piece of spiritual veins?

There is nothing more distressing than watching the spiritual valleys in the fields wither one by one, and nothing more desperate than being unable to stop them from spreading. The unpleasant stench wafts in the spiritual field, and the rich spiritual field is like a mud pond.

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

The whole tree of Linggu is almost withered, only the place close to the soil,

to see a hint of green. If you can't find a way, it will be too late when this Spirit Valley has no life.

When Zuo Mo was at a loss, suddenly a pink little thousand crane appeared in front of him.

"Dead woman! You're still making trouble at this time!" Zuo Mo couldn't help but curse when he saw the paper crane.

He didn't mean to take off the paper crane, he sneered and said to himself: "Hmph, I won't give you a shot, you can play by yourself."

As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Qianhe who flew in front of him suddenly unfolded automatically.

"Master, where are you waiting for someone?"

The sweet and lovely voice got into the ear, like licking a mouthful of honey, and like being gently scratched in the heart, the bones of those with weaker concentration were directly brittle.

The stunned Zuo Mo stupidly looked at the pink paper that unfolded automatically in front of him, on which was written exactly these nine sentences.

Automatic expansion, automatic sound, automatic search...

The wonders shown by the little pink Qianhe made Zuo Mo's weak heart dealt an unprecedented blow.

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

"Forget it, it's boring to be like a woman. I don't want to play with you!" He said to himself righteously.

"Want to seduce us with a beauty trick? Humph!" Zuo Mo sneered in his heart: "You're still a little tender. Not to mention the mere devilish sound, even if the peerless naked girl is in front of you, brother can sit still and relax. "

In the spiritual field, Zuo Mo Ya's voice was like a gong, and he said, "I am a bright mirror, where can I cause dust, ah ah ah..."

Before he finished speaking, another pink thousand cranes flew in front of him from the sky.

The delicate pink Chizuru unfolds gracefully and automatically, as if undressing.

"Hee hee, lord, if you don't reply to the letter, the next little thousand cranes will be painted by the slave."

"Are we frightened?" Zuo Mo disagreed: "Are we the ones who bow to power..."

He suddenly paused, tilted his head and muttered to himself, "Pyroburst Talisman, I seem to have heard of it somewhere..."

Before he finished speaking, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a pink little thousand cranes flying straight towards him from the horizon.

He scratched his head and came again! How did the other party locate him? This is what puzzled him the most. I have never heard that Xiao Qianhe can have such a function, unless those guys are really powerful. But who is a little more powerful, who would use a knockout like Xiao Qianhe?

Wait a minute, she said that this time she will draw a flaming talisman...

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

boom!

There was an explosion behind him, and the strong air wave directly overturned Zuo Mo a few somersaults, smashing his mouth and gnawing at the mud.

Zuo Mo was stunned. As a junior cultivator who only specialized in planting, situations like explosions should never have occurred in his life.

Struggling to sit up from the soil, looking at the big hole that exploded behind him, he looked sluggish.

In the horizon, another pink little thousand cranes flew in front of him, still unfolding as if undressing, but in Zuo Mo's eyes, there was no beauty at all, but full of grace like a queen's favor.

The biggest feature of the queen's favor is that it doesn't matter whether you like it or not.

"Hee hee, lord, after a stick of incense, I want to draw a serial flame talisman."

Zuo Mo's head hummed, and he jumped to the ground like his butt was on fire, grabbed the pink paper floating in front of him, and ran to his residence.

A stick of incense!

dead woman!

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

"What the hell do you want?"

She didn't have the boldness and freedom of the last time, and she resented like a weak woman who was forced into the boudoir by a man like a wolf like a tiger in the middle of the night.

Fold up the pink paper at the fastest speed, and then instill spiritual power into it at a faster speed, patted my chest and watched it disappear into the sky with lingering fears.

Zuo Mo felt that he was unlucky, why did he pick up that paper crane when he had nothing to do? Why don't you reply to the letter?

At the thought of falling from the sky, densely packed paper cranes danced all over the sky, and then boomed! Take yourself as the center, within a radius of three miles, not an inch of tile will be left.

Zuo Mo's scalp went numb.

Not long after, a small pink Qianhe flew in front of him from the window.

"Hee hee, I just want to chat with the master. Life, ideals, how interesting!"

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

The other party turned a blind eye: "Hee hee, what is your ideal in life?"

"Earn spar." Zuo Mo was full of humiliation and helplessly wrote.

"Is the spar earned?"

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

...

Before Zuo Mo became numb, he finally understood. The other party was just a woman who was raised in a deep boudoir, extremely boring, empty and lonely, wasted, and was extremely perverted. And it was the fact that he was "too perverted" that easily stifled any attempt by Zuo Mo to resist.

Fortunately, this woman still has the habit of eating. For the first time, Zuo Mo thanked this habit that was gradually disappearing from the world of cultivators. It saved his poor lamb.

After dismissing the woman temporarily, Zuo Mo breathed a sigh of relief. From the previous high tension to the later complete numbness, Zuo Mo profoundly interprets the complete process of the trauma of the soul.

This even made him have no fear of those Linggu that could make Senior Brother Guo Lu vomit blood. This afternoon's experience made him believe that there will never be anything more terrifying than this terrifying woman in this world.

He decided to try to save his fifty acres of Linggu.

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