World of Cultivation

Zuo Mo Youyou woke up with a dull pain in his head, but it was much less painful than the pain of being cut off from his entire body before.

When he remembered what happened before he fell into a coma, his face changed suddenly.

He is a thoughtful person. With a clear head, his thoughts are extremely clear, and he can quickly think through the causes and consequences. Almost without thinking, it must be the ghost of the black dandelion seed.

It was it who released the sword intent, and then it was him who came to threaten him.

Thinking of this, Zuo Mo's heart suddenly burned with anger.

It's actually pitted on our head, I just don't want to live!

He suddenly thought of what he seemed to have said before he fell into a coma, and his face changed slightly. Could it be that he didn't hold on to it and succumbed to it?

Thinking of this, he quickly calmed down and entered his own sea of ​​consciousness.

As soon as he entered the sea of ​​consciousness, he was stunned.

On the rolling hills, there are continuous groups of lush ancient trees, and the green grass is like a green blanket. The finely broken wildflowers are mixed in the green grass, which is a little more vivid.

It was like walking into the forest.

Before, my sea of ​​consciousness was just a void, and now this picture is full of vitality...

Zuo Mo stayed in place completely, the scene in front of him was far beyond his comprehension.

Walking on the grass in a daze, I felt the softness of the grass coming from the soles of my feet, the smell of the grass, and the tip of my nose sniffed lightly. Zuo Mo was in a trance, he was just a low-level cultivator on the eighth level of Qi Refining.

When his eyes fell on a treeless hill, he immediately recovered from his trance.

Fa foot ran towards that hill.

On the hill, a black-clothed man sat on a stone tablet, surrounded by black clouds, with one hand on his lap and the other hand on his chin, his expression relaxed and comfortable.

When he got closer, Zuo Mo could see the man in black.

perfect face!

Zuo Mo never thought that a man could be born so handsome. Neutral face, high nose bridge, black hair covering the left eye, right eye as long and narrow as a knife, faint red pupils like a bottomless abyss of blood, thin and wide lips with always shallow but dark And full of wicked arcs. Each earlobe was inlaid with a small crimson diamond-shaped crystal, and the large black coat was soft and smooth, like his hair, with a black luster, sticking to him, revealing a strange charm.

For a while, Zuo Mo stood there, not knowing what to say. He is just an ordinary disciple of a small sect, when has he seen such an outstanding person?

"My name is Pu." With a sweet and soft voice, he held his chin and stared at Zuo Mo with interest, the curve of the corner of his mouth became more obvious: "What's your name?"

"Zuo Mo." He replied blankly, thinking that he was dreaming. Pu just sat casually, but all the light from the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be sucked away by him involuntarily. Among the Dongfeng female disciples Zuo Mo had met, none of them were better-looking than Pu.

When a man grows to this level, he should cry too.

When this idea came up, Zuo Mo also came back to his senses. Poona's charming and amazing aura was suddenly shattered by this nonsense thought.

Seemingly noticing Zuo Mo's return to his senses, Pu smiled lightly, not displeased, and still used his voice as if tugging on the strings: "It seems that we are going to get along for a long time, but I believe we will get along happily. Oh. , by the way, this is for you."

Pu casually threw a light ball to Zuo Mo, and countless symbols circulated on the surface of the light ball.

"What is this?" Zuo Mo subconsciously caught the ball of light.

boom.

As if struck by lightning, his body froze, and countless characters were suddenly stuffed into his mind, endlessly circulating.

"[Fetal Breath Refining God], it's just a gadget, it can repair the consciousness, even if it's a meeting ceremony." Pu said in a lazy tone: "Although I also want to eat and live for nothing, but there is no way. Who told you that the sea of ​​consciousness is fragmented, Repair the sea of ​​​​knowledge as soon as possible, lest I have to find another place."

He waved his hand gracefully, and Zuo Mo, who was standing still, felt his body tighten, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he had withdrawn from the sea of ​​consciousness.

There was a sudden fear in his heart, and Pu seemed to be more powerful than he imagined. Such an uncontrolled person is in his own sea of ​​consciousness,

No, it controls his sea of ​​consciousness! Zuo Mo, who received the [Refining God of Fetal Breath], did not feel the slightest joy, and fear spread in his body like snake venom.

Some swallowed hard and suppressed the fear in his heart. He was thinking about what to do.

Report to the teacher door?

In the past two years, he has only seen the Sect Master once, that is, the time he was picked up by the Sect Master and he opened his eyes. As for the other elder teachers and uncles, he has never seen them.

What worries him most is another guess.

He was very suspicious that Pu was most likely a demon!

Such a beautiful monster made him a little unbelievable, but for some reason, this suspicion was like a maggot attached to his bones, which was firmly fixed in his mind and could not be lingered.

Zuo Mo had never seen a demon, and all his concepts about demons came from Yin Gui. It seems that the mention of demons is killing, death and bloodshed. But he is still very clear about the natural enemy relationship between demons and cultivators. Destroying demons is the duty of every cultivator, no matter where the cultivator is.

However, Zuo Mo was just an introductory cultivator who had just reached the eighth level of qi refining. Not to mention destroying demons, it is estimated that demons would not bother to destroy him.

What worries him even more is that once others find out that there is a demon in his body, he will definitely be slain and defended, and he will be bombarded with no scum. In the eyes of those high-level cultivators, a cultivator of the eighth level of Qi refining in his district is not even a cannon fodder.

Maybe, he will throw himself directly into the alchemy furnace, and have some refining with the demon...

He couldn't help shivering, his heart was pounding, and he quickly stopped these terrifying conjectures.

In a trance, for two days in a row, Zuo Mo didn't seem to be in the world.

[Refining God of Fetal Breath] Naturally, you have to practice, otherwise, you will be disabled before you are disabled by Pu Yao. Pu Yao, this is Zuo Mo's new definition of Pu, no matter whether he is a demon or not, just what he looks like is enough to be called a demon.

The effect was very good. After a few days, his consciousness improved by more than half, but Zuo Mo had no gratitude towards Pu Yao. Because he remembered that the reason why his consciousness was injured was because of Pu Yao.

In the past few days, he did not go to the sea of ​​​​knowledge.

If at first glance, the deepest impression Pu Yao left on Zuo Mo was Yaoyi, then now, Yaoyi has turned into evil!

What is this guy trying to do?

This is the source of true fear!

Zuo Mo soon discovered that his life had become extremely bad. For a cultivator who only aspires to be a spiritual planter, life is the most important thing.

He decided to talk to Pu Yao.

Like last time, Pu sat leisurely on the stone tablet, still dressed in black. Seeing Zuo Mo, he smiled. The smile in the dark clouds made him look full of evil. The speculation that Pu is a demon popped up again involuntarily.

Zuo Mo's heart trembled, he did not lack courage, but when the opponent was in absolute control, he would not do such a stupid act of showing courage. He suddenly noticed the stone tablet under Pu's body. The half-human-high stone tablet was surrounded by dark clouds. When he inadvertently swept the surface of the stone tablet, he couldn't help but stagnate.

grave!

This is a tomb!

It's not a stone tablet, it's a tombstone!

He was startled suddenly, and his heart beat a little faster.

"What? Want to chat with me?" With a lazy voice, he didn't know if this tombstone was a ghost. Zuo Mo always felt that Pu's voice was cold and could easily penetrate people's hearts.

Zuo Moping calmed down and put on a pleasing smile on his face: "Brother, look, my cultivation base is so low, my body is thin to the bone, and I don't have a few pounds of meat, so it's not delicious."

"Eat?" Pu suddenly laughed, opened his crimson right pupil, and said leisurely: "Speaking of delicious human flesh, um, it's been a long time. There are a lot of attention to good human flesh. Sixteen or seventeen girls are the best. , the meat is tender and the bones are crispy, tsk tsk."

The scarlet tongue licked his lips, his expression full of aftertaste.

Seeing Zuo Mo's heart skipping a beat, he forced a smile and said, "Yes, yes, do you think you are changing?"

"Substitution?" Pu tilted his head and stared at Zuo Mo: "What? You're not happy? Think I've taken your place?"

Being stared at by Pu Crimson's right pupil, Zuo Mo's heart was cold, and he waved his hands again and again: "No, no! This is my honor! It's an honor!"

Seemingly satisfied with Zuo Mo's answer, Pu retracted his gaze, closed his right eye again, and said nonchalantly, "How many Jindan stages have you had in this lifetime? Ten?"

Zuo Mo shook his head.

"Eight?"

Zuo Mo continued to shake his head.

"Five?"

Zuo Mo finally couldn't help it. He felt that the other party was making fun of him: "None of them. Brothers of the same generation, the highest cultivation base is at the end of Foundation Establishment."

For the first time, a stunned expression appeared on Pu's face with his right eye slightly closed, which made Zuo Mo very proud.

After a while, Pu shook his head and sighed: "No wonder you are so bad."

Zuo Mo almost vomited blood.

Pu opened his eyes, his eyes fell on Zuo Mo again, looked up and down, put his chin in his hand, and said to himself: "The body is really weak, eh?"

Zuo Mo's heart was very unhappy when the other party commented on himself as if he was examining an item, but Pu's "Huh" made his heart skip a beat.

"Is there a problem?" he asked eagerly. He knew that his body was not normal, his face as stiff as a zombie, and the dream that had appeared countless times were like thorns in his heart.

Pu raised his head, the hair on his forehead almost covered half of his face on the left side, the unblocked red right pupil glanced at Zuo Mo's face, and the corner of his mouth rose: "No problem."

"Okay, although you are rotten, you are not so rotten that there is no cure." Pu resumed his lazy tone.

"What I want to ask is..." Zuo Mo decided to have a showdown with Pu. He wanted to find out what Pu wanted to do.

"Oh, that's right." Pu interrupted Zuo Mo, he narrowed his blood-red right eye, and raised his thin lips to one side: "[Fetal Breath Refining God] has begun to practice. How is it, the effect is not bad? Almost I forgot to tell you, [Fetal Breath Refining Spirit] is good or not, but there is a problem."

Zuo Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he had an ominous premonition.

"[Fetal Breath Refinement] Once you start practicing, you can't stop. It is said that there will be some small problems if you haven't practiced to the point of one birth breath in three months."

He raised his right hand, spread out his five fingers, raised the corners of his mouth higher, and his bright red pupils seemed to be more vivid: "Actually, it's just some small pains like blood flow backlash. Well, you know, I used to have a very creative friend , he runs the prison."

Pu is like telling a story, telling a story.

"One time, he encountered a very tough thorn. He tried his best, but he couldn't pry open the guy's mouth. He asked me for this trick, and he sent a subordinate to pretend to be a prisoner. Approach this guy. And then, through his mouth, teach him the formula. Well, you know, I've always admired him for being creative and patient."

He said with a bit of excitement: "It's a pity that the prisoner is not talented. After three months, he just didn't get a single breath. Well, I always thought that my friend must have missed a sentence or two on purpose."

"What happened later?" Zuo Mo asked in a trembling voice.

"Later?" The smile on Pu's face became even brighter: "It took three months and one day to recruit, but my friend was soft-hearted and didn't kill him. After hanging for three months, he begged my friend to kill him every day. Listen. Such a delicate and tactful wailing, what a joy! It is said that when he died, oh, the soul exploded like fireworks, it was very beautiful."

A bone-chilling chill spread all over Zuo Mo's body.

His pitiful nerves were like springs that were oppressed to the extreme, all the simmering anger burst out suddenly, he lost his mind on the spot, howled and rushed towards Po

——"You perverted shemale! Lord fought with you!"

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