These fifty mu of ling grains were finally saved. Even though the production this year would greatly decrease, but the rent should be enough.
This meant that the harvest of the ling fields this year would be heavily damaged, more than half lost. For a little sect like Wu Kong Sword Sect, this kind of loss was enough to affect their operations.
Each withered ling grain released a thread of black smoke. These extremely thin black smoke grew as it came into contact with the wind. In the blink of an eye, the ling fields were covered in a layer of inky black smoke, so black that one couldn't even see their fingers.
Due to the distance from Dong Fu, the life on the mountain was very dry. At night, the outer sect disciples would gather together to chat and entertain themselves. And the inner sect disciples, the majority of their time was spent on cultivation. From a certain perspective, the pressure on inner sect disciples wasn't any less than outer sect disciples. They needed to work hard on cultivation to be able to attend the Yao Hunt.
Terror, instinctively took over every corner of his heart.
From when he opened his eyes until now, the bits and pieces of his life flashed through his mind. His gaze became even more determined, his steps slightly faster.
In the sea of consciousness, he furiously struggled, furiously howled!
"Get out!"
The anxiety and terror that the black ocean gave off … …
It was as though he was suddenly pulled into another world.
The furious howl was like thunder, echoing in the sky above this vast and endless black ocean.
The other two people couldn't help but have expressions of reminiscence.
Just one sword!
The body of the Ice Dragon slightly shook, transforming into an ice dragon that was completely snow white. Its eyes flashed viciously, giving a low howl, turning into a stream of light and leaping towards the ling fields!
Xin Yan shook his head: "Never seen it before, but it can swallow ling. It should be a yao, it should be killed!" The last two words were full of killing intent, cold and dark!
These things didn't have anything to do with Zuo Mo. He had nothing to do with the Yao Hunt.
Walking in front of the nearest ling grain, smelling the stench that came over, he suddenly thought of the scene of Guo Lu Shixiong vomiting blood and fainting in the day. He couldn't help but hesitate. But this wisp of hesitation flashed before vanishing from his eyes, and it was replaced by a wisp of a blazing glow!
Zuo Mo was startled awake by Xin Yan's shout. But at this time, he suddenly found that he couldn't pull his consciousness back.
In his sea of consciousness, there was a black dandelion seed floating!
A sword xiu sect that didn't have anyone participating in the Yao Hunt in ten years would quickly disappear. This was common knowledge.
"Go!"
The only knot in his heart was his origin and background. The recurring dream and the expressionless face seemed to be trying to tell him something. However, up until now, he had not found any clues.
Furthermore, it was such a powerful and terrifying force!
Zuo Mo smiled. The black sea controlling his emotions had angered him.
What he could see were still countless black dandelion seeds fluttering in the air!
If a disciple was here, he would definitely be shocked.
His whole body was weak as he sat on the ground. His whole body was drenched in sweat. When the night wind blew, he immediately shivered.
Other than this knot in his heart, he was quite satisfied with his current life, but he might soon face the fate of being kicked out of the sect.
Soon, he arrived at his fifty acres of spiritual field.
Pei Yuan Ran and the other two were shrouded in black smoke but didn't panic at all.
They didn't know that not far away, there was another outer court disciple who was similarly shrouded in black smoke.
"Senior Brother, there's no need to worry. Just kill them." Xin Yan said coldly, "Not just a little yao that hasn't matured yet, even a big yao, humph, there have been many that have died under our swords!"
The emotions that were wreaking havoc in his heart suddenly disappeared along with his roar. He could still feel all kinds of emotions coming from the black sea, but those emotions would not take over his consciousness.
He released a breath, sat down and started to inspect his consciousness. He had never experienced such a situation tonight. He was very worried that it would have a negative effect on him.
In Old Black's ling fields, there were three people standing at this time.
The aged gold energy flashed with an enchanting golden light in the dark night. They were like a ball of golden spirits.
Zuo Mo didn't know if this counted as "battle" but in his heart, the feeling of fighting didn't make him afraid, but rather made him feel anticipation.
However, the situation was even worse than they had imagined. All three of them were in a terrible mood.
A snow-white glowing flying sword appeared in the sky, its entire body flashing with a clear and cold light, forcing the moonlight to dim. Hanging in the night sky, it intimidated people's minds. This was Xin Yan's famous flying sword, [Ice Dragon Sword].
Yan Le clapped and laughed: "That's great. Second Shixiong, we'll hold the line for you. "
The sect didn't give him much special treatment but he was used to the life here. It was slightly hard but it was a comfortable life.
He blankly faced this vast black sea, not knowing what to do. For the first time, the aged gold energy that had always been violent and vicious retreated behind him.
Countless black seeds that were like dandelions floated in the air, forming a black sea. This black sea lightly rippled. Each ripple, it gave off a vast presence.
Zuo Mo took a deep breath. His right hand holding the aged gold energy, he placed it on the stalk of the ling grains in front of him.
The danger tonight, far surpassed his imagination. Thinking about it now, he couldn't help but feel fear.
That sword, the shock that it gave him was too strong! The bone-chilling, murderous sword essence was deeply imprinted in his heart. He suddenly understood why so many people would choose to cultivate the sword. The pursuit of power, it was human nature!
Night came. Wu Kong Mountain was a patch of silence.
However, this clear shout that came out of nowhere disturbed the tranquility of the vast space. The black dandelion seeds that filled the sky started to move. It was like a vast and endless sea suddenly had a storm.
Everything seemed to slow down. After the world-destroying sword, countless tiny sword wills were like a group of ferocious sharks, chasing after those black dandelion seeds. Wherever they passed, there was nothing left.
Anger, disdain, helplessness, sorrow … …
He dejectedly returned to his little yard.
Xin Yan didn't refuse. A cold light flashed through his eyes as he summoned his flying sword.
A clear shout, the sound ringing in all directions.
"Do the two Shidi recognize what this is?" Pei Yuan Ran said in a deep voice. This time, the strange illness had come so strangely without any warning. And the ferocity of the situation. In just a few days, almost half of the ling fields had been affected.
Damn it!
A snowy white sword light, it came down from the sky!
The imposing one was the sect leader Pei Yuan Ran. The one as thin as metal was Xin Yan Shishu. The smiling fat one was Yan Le. In the first generation of Wu Kong Sword Sect, three out of the four had come. If it got out, it would definitely cause a great wave in the sect.
What were those black dandelion seeds in the ling grains? That sword light that appeared out of nowhere, whose was it?
Of the three, the man with a square face and long beard, his expression authoritative, imposing without anger. The other was an old man as thin as metal. When his eyes opened and closed, a cold light flashed, the sword energy threatening. The last one was fat and round, a smile always hanging on his face, cheerful.
What was more sorrowful than having one's consciousness controlled?
"Second Shixiong is right." Even Yan Le, this good person who usually had a smile on his face, had a dark expression at this time: "But, our Wu Kong Mountain, there has never been a yao that stepped in. How did this little yao come to our Wu Kong Mountain?"
Yan Le had a reminiscing expression, smiling as he said: "Thinking back to when the three of us hunted yao, Second Shixiong's [Ice Dragon Sword] was enough to frighten all the mo, all the little ones were terrified!"
The battle ended very quickly. There wasn't a second strike. This strike, it had completely erased the black sea. The ling grains had recovered to normal, but the damage was severe and needed time to recover. His control of his consciousness had also returned to his hands. Coming out of the ling grains, he couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat off his forehead.
With the power of lianqi eighth level, night was like day, unaffected.
Immediately after, he saw a scene that he would never forget.
Something seemed to have been touched in his heart. A wave of disgust and hatred that he had never felt before suddenly rose!
Zuo Mo's body was trembling. Every joint in his body was trembling. The trembling became more and more violent. The scene was extremely strange.
Each one was so small and weak, but the presence that this black sea gave off, even Zuo Mo found it hard to have the emotion to resist.
Just as the flowing light was about to hit the ling fields, a change suddenly occurred.
Just as he entered meditation, his expression suddenly changed!
"This matter is very strange." Pei Yuan Ran mused, a thread of worry occasionally appearing on his face: "Ever since the yao and mo retreated to the spiraling star belt three thousand years ago, in the last thousand years, I have never heard of yaomo appearing in the Sword River House. Now that yao have appeared in our sect, it really is puzzling. "
But Zuo Mo's own consciousness was clear.
The rate of withering was very fast. It was even worse than when he had left this afternoon. Another large patch of ling grains started to show signs of withering.
The black sea that he thought was endless was actually cleaved in half! It was impossible to describe the vastness and power of this strike. Zuo Mo was stunned. His sea of consciousness, at this moment, was frozen by this dazzling strike.
So when the news passed to them, the sect leader and the other shishu, who usually did not care about the matters of the ling fields, came together to investigate.
"Let's first take care of this little yao. Such a good moonlight, let's go back to the yard to boil tea and reminisce. It is one of the happiest things in life." Pei Yuan Ran smiled as he stroked his beard.
Many kinds of emotions floated in Zuo Mo's mind. He was like a puppet, filled with countless emotions that did not belong to him. These emotions were boundless, restless, and rampaged in Zuo Mo's sea of consciousness.
There was another reason that made him make this decision. It was the impulse in his heart. He didn't understand why, but after the last two encounters, the desire to fight in his bones seemed to have been activated.
Boom!
Maybe one day he would leave this place, but not now.
This was the unique characteristic of sword xiu sects. They usually flourished very quickly, but at the same time, they died even faster. The number of sword xiu sects that had a long history could be counted on the fingers. All of them were enormous beings.
In the night, he walked alone on the mountain path. After multiple generations of management, the vicious wild beasts of Wu Kong Mountain had disappeared. He didn't need to worry about the problem of safety.
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