MTL - World of Cultivation-~ Section 16: Sword

Section 16: Sword

"Don't forget!"

"You can't forget death!"

Familiar and strange voices, konjac echoes.

As usual, Zuo Mo woke up from his dreams and sat up with a smile. It stands to reason that the same dream has been done so many times, it should be quite numb, but every time he wakes up, he will find that the whole body is sweated. Every time he was like a glimpse, even he felt incredible.

The stars in the sky are bright and bright, the stars are scattered, and the mountains are quiet and peaceful.

The sinister scene passed over in front of him last night, and suddenly thought of knowing the black dandelion seeds in the sea. He checked it quickly and it still floated in his knowledge of the sea. Nothing happened, he was relieved. No matter what method he uses, it has no effect on this black dandelion seed.

He was a little worried that this black dandelion seed was not a good thing at first glance, and now suddenly he ran into his own knowledge of the sea, certainly no good thing.

To spend some time, go to the hospital to see?

He was pondering in his heart, awakening in the middle of the night, and he was sleepless. The black dandelion seed was thought of for a moment and he was thrown aside. If you can't think of any way, the worry is purely superfluous.

Limited to repair, his knowledge of the sea is not big, except for the black dandelion seeds, nothing.

Thinking about it, he remembered the sword that turned out that day. The sword was too big for him to be shocked and deeply branded in his mind.

He did not have a sword, but it does not mean that he does not understand. Among the foreign disciples, there are many people who practice swords. After all, the empty sword gate is a sword-cultivation school. Like Wei Sheng’s brother, he has mastered the sword and has also been a sword servant of Luo’s brother.

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

Wei Sheng is the most powerful outside disciple of the combat team, and his combat experience is very rich. It is said that the sword repairs in the early days of the building were killed by him. However, Wei Sheng’s brother has also seen the scene of practicing swords. It’s quite beautiful. Compared with the sword, it’s like a colored bird with a paper, and it’s broken.

However, like last night's smashing sword, he never thought about it. In that sword, all things are served, and they are as small as the ants.

At this time, the situation is suddenly changed!

His knowledge of the sea, a snowy sword, appeared out of nowhere without warning!

Zuo Mo’s body was stiff, his eyes were convex outward, and his breathing suddenly stopped.

After a long while, the cold body gradually warmed up, and his eyes gradually recovered. He spit out a sigh of relief, and his eyes only had a sigh of color.

How could this be?

The sword that suddenly appeared in the same way was exactly the same as the horrible sword of last night!

Unprepared, this sword almost splits his knowledge into two halves. The pure and savage machine contained in the sword directly causes him to lose his breath. All organs of the whole body stop at that moment!

He has a lingering fear and can't understand the situation at all.

How can it be!

The black dandelion seeds left him to know the sea has made him feel terrified, and now there is another sword!

wrong!

When I checked it myself, I didn't find this sword!

After withdrawing from the sea of ​​knowledge, he carefully recalled the whole process of the emergence of the sword. It was discovered that the time when the sword appeared appeared was that he was thinking of the sword against the black dandelion seeds in the sea of ​​knowledge.

A bold idea suddenly popped out of his mind.

Is this sword meant to be released from the black dandelion seed?

This incredible idea, from the outburst, will never linger.

Knowing the sea and restoring a void, the black dandelion seeds floated in the air of silence. Left Mo has some hesitation, the sword is too strong, just now, the impact on his body and mind is great.

But the idea of ​​trying to get a clear understanding quickly gained the upper hand, a bite!

Fight!

Against the black dandelion seeds, his mind recalled the sword!

hiss!

A snow-white and silver-like sensational sword, but out!

puff!

Zuo Mo was a stiff, spurting a blood.

After a while, the "lahahaha!" laughter echoed in the small courtyard, left with a mouth full of blood, shocking, but ecstatic on the face.

Sure enough, that black dandelion seed! The meaning of the sword is that it is released!

Prepared this time, he can see clearly. Not only that, he also found that this sword is completely different from what he saw before, no, or, is clearer! It is precisely because of this, its power once again reveals undoubtedly, how can Zuo Mo's fragile heart resist the sword-like impact of such a hegemony? He is currently vomiting blood.

But even if he was injured, Zuo Mo couldn’t help but laugh.

If you can understand this sword...

Before last night, he had no interest in the sword. However, the purely sturdy sword last night planted a seed in his heart, a seed interested in strength.

But Zuo Mo quickly retired from the joy. This sword is overbearing, far from being able to withstand it.

There was a dull pain in his head, and he received two swordsmanships in succession. His heart was already injured. Moreover, remembering that the whole body was frozen and the sea was easily broken into two halves, his face was somewhat white.

There are many natural benefits to knowing this sword, but it also costs a painful price. The heart is hurt and more difficult to treat than other injuries.

The pain in his head made him feel cold from time to time. I took the sounds around me and poured in the spirit.

"There is another violent clash in the shackles..."

The sound of Yinguili made it impossible for the left to look at it. Yingui is an indispensable part of his life, and he listens to sleep every day. During this time, the news about the embarrassing conflict was significantly more than before.

Are the demons not willing to be suppressed for a long time, to start counterattack?

He thought a little bit without thinking, but he soon threw the problem aside. Regardless of the shackles, or the demon, it is irrelevant to him. He did not believe that the demons could turn over the waves of flowers. Three thousand years ago, the war between the repairers and the demon ended with the victory of the repairers. If there is no shackles that block the progress of the cultivators, it is very likely that the slayers have been wiped out.

Then there was some news about the trial of the sword, and the left is not very interested.

Suddenly, the headache was splitting, and Zuo Mo snorted with his head.

The greatest pain in life is that a beautiful beauty has fallen in the sky, and at the same time, a dragon that guards the beauty is also dropped.

The greater pain is that when I first experienced the peerless beauty of a beautiful woman, I was kicked by the evil dragon.

In the heart of the left, mourning, repairing the gods is the most pressing problem facing now. However, for a low-level repairer with only eight layers of refining, repairing the gods is definitely a problem far beyond his ability.

it hurts!

It seems that the deepest part of the brain is being gently cut with a knife. Only for a while, Zuo Mo will be crazy.

Sitting on the roof with his head, the painful lingering.

Brother, don't want beauty!

Zuo Molian’s heart was crying, holding his head, and he almost moved to the quiet room futon by climbing.

The only thing he can hope for now is that meditation can alleviate the pain. Soon, the cruel reality shattered his last glimpse of luck, no matter how he operated the spiritual power, the pain of the gods did not alleviate.

The whole person seems to be split in half, but it can be completely intact.

He held his head and sighed and mourned on the ground. Gradually, the voice of mourning was getting lower and lower.

The ignorant is meaningless, and his understanding of the gods is very poor. If his cultivation is deeper and he knows more, he will never be so arrogant. The repair of the gods, even in those who have a congested period, there is not much. Unless the Golden Danese repairer takes the shot, it will be easier to repair.

However, if you want a Jin Dan period master to take the shot, then the price is definitely not a small amount.

The low-level cultivators are absolutely afraid to use the gods, even if they are meditations that are good at God, they will not dare to do so before the Golden Age.

Zuo Mo is nothing more than a low-level practitioner who has just broken through the eight layers of refining. The sea has been attacked twice in a row far beyond his ability to withstand. It is hard to find a life.

God is injured, if there is no external force to heal, it will not die.

Poor Zuo Mo completely collapsed into a ball, he has no strength to roll, dying, and confused.

Vaguely he seems to hear who is talking.

“Would you like to live?”

The simple and desolate voice is just majestic.

"Save me!" Zuo Mo heard his inability to answer with surprises and pleadings.

"Oh, the swearing, the swearing, the oath, will you?"

"It’s too embarrassing!" The left-handed one couldn’t help but mourn. He suddenly felt a feeling that he was put together.

"Is it true?" The sound of majesty is so thunderous and full of oppression.

"Go to death!" left Momo angered: "Don't think that I don't know if you are a ghost..." He still wanted to swear, but the gods were very painful, and he couldn't help but scream.

"Would it be?"

"Go to death!" Zuo Mo screamed and shouted, while extending the middle finger.

"Would it be?"

"Go to death!" Zuo Molian did not have the strength to scream, let alone stretch his fingers, but screamed with powerlessness.

"Would it be?"

"Go to death!" Zuo Mo's answer is as detailed as a mosquito, and the sound is getting thinner.

"Would it be?"

"Go to death..."

Zuo Mo’s consciousness is blurred and struggling.

The voice of the majesty was finally silent. Zuo Mo’s consciousness was completely blurred at this time, and everything around him was blurred.

In vagueness, he didn't know if it was his illusion. The voice was open again, without majesty, only desolate.

"The ritual is dying, only the oath that was made..."

The voice seems to be getting farther and farther away from him, and he is not awake.

In the coma, Zuo Mo, knowing the sea, the floating black dandelion seeds quietly fell.

As soon as it falls, it will enter the sea, rooting, bud, flowering, and fruiting. Numerous black dandelion seeds sprinkled, drifting to the left and knowing every corner of the sea.

In the blink of an eye, knowing the sea becomes the Black Sea. The Black Sea suddenly collapsed, and countless pieces, such as black petals, floated into the air and turned into countless black smoke.

Black smoke is illusory, vaguely human.