How was it possible!
So painful!
"Abide by my etiquette, follow my heart, fulfill my vow, are you willing?"
Even more painful was that just as he had appreciated the beauty of a beautiful woman, he had been kicked in the vitals by the evil dragon.
But he hadn't even thought about the vast sword essence that could cleave the sky and break the earth last night. Under that sword essence, all things bowed. He was as minuscule as an ant.
If he could comprehend this sword essence … …
… …
… …
He was slightly worried. This black dandelion seed didn't look like anything good. Now that it had suddenly appeared in his sea of consciousness, it definitely wasn't anything good.
… …
A daring idea suddenly popped into his head.
He felt a dull pain in his head. After being attacked by two sword wills in a row, his mind was already injured. Also, thinking about the pain of his entire body being frozen, and the sea of consciousness being easily cleaved in half, his face was slightly pale.
"Are you willing?"
A moment later, "Hahahaha" laughter echoed in the little yard. Zuo Mo's mouth was full of blood. It was a shocking sight, but his face was overjoyed.
"Don't forget!"
Were the yaomo not willing to be suppressed for so long and were starting to counterattack?
The voice in the sound tablet made Zuo Mo pause. The sound tablet was an indispensable part of his life. He would listen to the sound tablet to sleep every night. In this period of time, the news about the conflict in Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie had clearly increased.
Zuo Mo wailed inside. Repairing his consciousness was the most pressing problem he faced now. However, for a low level xiuzhe of lianqi eighth level, repairing his consciousness was definitely a problem that was far beyond his abilities.
He still had lingering fear, completely unable to understand the situation.
"Even in death, you can't forget!"
The ancient and desolate voice was dignified and authoritative.
"Go die … …"
Hiss!
Faintly, he seemed to hear someone talking.
Just at this time, a change suddenly occurred!
Facing the black dandelion seed, his mind recalled that sword essence!
The pain in his head caused him to occasionally gasp. He casually picked up the sound tablet beside him and channeled ling energy into it.
"Save me!" Zuo Mo heard his powerless response filled with joy and begging.
He pondered inside. Waking up in the middle of the night, his sleepiness was completely gone. The matter of the black dandelion seed was thrown to one side after thinking for a while. In a situation where he couldn't think of any solutions, worrying was unnecessary.
Zuo Mo suddenly had a splitting headache. He hugged his head and grunted. His consciousness was wounded.
It was as though the deepest part of his brain was being lightly sliced with a small knife. In just a while, Zuo Mo almost went crazy.
Sword servants were the servants of sword cultivators. They were responsible for cleaning up the battlefield and doing some auxiliary work.
Wei Sheng Shixiong was the outer sect disciple with the strongest battle power, and he was also very experienced in battle. Supposedly, he had even killed a sword xiu in the initial stages of zhuji. But he had seen the scene of Wei Sheng Shixiong practicing the sword before. It was a rainbow of colors and was very beautiful. Compared to that sword essence, it was like a colorful bird made of paper, broken with a poke.
Limited by his cultivation, his Knowledge Sea was not big. Apart from the black dandelion seed, there was nothing else.
"I have lost my sense of propriety and my heart is dead, only the oath I once made …"
How could this be?
As soon as it landed, it pierced into the sea of consciousness, took root, sprouted, bloomed, and bore fruit. Countless black dandelion seeds scattered, floating to every corner of Zuo Mo's sea of consciousness.
The greatest pain in life was to have a peerless beauty fall from the sky, and at the same time, have an evil dragon protecting the beauty fall from the sky.
As he thought and thought, he thought of that sword essence that had appeared that day. The shock that sword essence had given him was too great, deeply imprinted in his mind.
The black smoke turned into a human shape.
"Go die!" Zuo Mo didn't even have the strength to scream, much less raise a finger. He could only grunt weakly.
Coming out of the sea of consciousness, he carefully recalled the entire process of the sword essence appearing. Only now did he find that the time the sword essence appeared was when he was thinking of the sword essence facing the black dandelion seed in the sea of consciousness.
Just like usual, Zuo Mo startled awake from the dream, grimacing as he sat up. Theoretically, after having the same dream so many times, he should be very numb. But every time he woke up, he would find that his entire body was soaked in sweat. Even he found it hard to believe.
The only thing he could hope right now was that meditation could lessen the pain. Very quickly, the cruel reality shattered his last hope. No matter how he channeled ling energy, the pain of his primordial spirit didn't lessen at all.
In the unconscious Zuo Mo's sea of consciousness, that floating black dandelion seed silently landed.
Fight!
"Are you willing?"
The pitiful Zuo Mo completely curled into a ball. He didn't have the strength to roll. His breathing was shallow, his consciousness blurry.
There were naturally many benefits to comprehending this sword essence, but he also had to pay a heavy price. Injuries to the mind were even harder to treat than other injuries.
The sound seemed to move further away from him. He was unconscious.
Caught off guard, this sword essence almost cut his sea of consciousness in half. The pure and sharp killing intent contained in the sword essence made him lose his breath. All the organs in his body stopped moving at that moment!
In the blink of an eye, the sea of consciousness became a black sea. The black sea suddenly collapsed. Countless pieces floated into the air like black flower petals, turning to threads of black smoke.
"Go die!" Zuo Mo was furious. "Don't think that I don't know it was you … …" He still wanted to curse but his consciousness was in great pain. He couldn't help but scream.
It was as though his entire body had been cut in half, but his entire body was unharmed.
The familiar yet unfamiliar voice echoed like a demon.
"Go die!" Zuo Mo cursed as he screamed, and at the same time, pointed his middle finger.
If the consciousness was injured, if there was no outside power to heal it, it would not die.
… …
Zuo Mo's body froze and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The dignified voice finally fell silent. At this time, Zuo Mo's consciousness was completely blurry. Everything in the surroundings had become blurry.
"Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie has once again erupted into a fierce conflict … …"
After a beat, his cold body gradually warmed, his eyes recovering their light. He heavily exhaled, his eyes only filled with shock.
But the desire to understand quickly took over. He gritted his teeth!
… …
Zuo Mo even had the heart to cry. Hugging his head, he almost crawled to the meditation mat in the seclusion room.
The stars in the sky were blindingly bright. As the starlight fell, Wu Kong Mountain was silent and peaceful.
Zuo Mo's body froze, his eyes bulging, his breathing suddenly stopped.
In a daze, he didn't know if it was his imagination, but that voice spoke again. There was no authority, only desolation.
In his sea of consciousness, a sharp snowy white sword essence appeared out of nowhere!
… …
But Zuo Mo quickly retreated from his joy. This sword essence was extremely domineering, far from what he could endure.
Should he go to the medical shop after a while?
Ignorance was bliss. His understanding of the consciousness was pitifully little. If his cultivation was a bit deeper, and he knew more, he definitely wouldn't dare to be so rash. Even those ningmai xiuzhe didn't have many methods to repair the consciousness. Unless a jindan xiuzhe acted, it would be easier to repair.
"Too vicious!" Zuo Mo couldn't help but wail in his last breaths. He suddenly had a feeling that he had been tricked.
Low level xiuzhe definitely didn't dare to use their primordial spirit. Even dhyana xiu skilled in the consciousness, before jindan, they wouldn't dare to do so.
"Do thou want to live?"
When he had inspected before, he hadn't found this sword essence!
The dangerous scene from last night flashed in front of his eyes. He suddenly thought of the black dandelion seed in his sea of consciousness. He hurriedly inspected it. It was still floating in his sea of consciousness, not moving. He released a breath. No matter what method he used, it didn't have any effect on this black dandelion seed.
The black dandelion seed in his sea of consciousness already made him feel terror. Now there was another sword essence!
Pew!
But even wounded, Zuo Mo couldn't help but roar with laughter.
That wasn't right!
But, if a jindan xiuzhe acted, the price definitely wouldn't be a small number.
He had prepared this time. He saw it clearly. Not just that, he found that this sword essence was completely different than what he had seen before. No, or rather, it was even clearer! Due to this, its power was once again displayed. How could Zuo Mo's fragile mind withstand the charge of such a domineering sword essence? He was instantly wounded and spat blood.
"Are you willing?"
Before last night, he didn't have any interest in cultivating the sword. But, that pure and sharp sword energy last night planted a seed in his heart, a seed that was interested in power.
Following that was some information about the Sword Test Conference. Zuo Mo wasn't very interested.
That sword essence that had suddenly appeared was exactly the same as the terrifying sword essence from last night!
Hugging his head, he sat on the roof, moaning in pain.
Could it be that this sword intent was released by the black dandelion seed?
Zuo Mo's consciousness was a blur as he struggled.
"Are you willing?"
The sea of consciousness became empty again. The black dandelion seed floated alone in the empty sea of consciousness. Zuo Mo was slightly hesitant. That sword essence was too strong. That blow just now had a great impact on his body and mind.
As expected, it was that black dandelion seed! The sword essence had been released by it!
He thought about it in a rather nonsensical way, but he quickly put the problem aside. No matter if it was Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie or the yaomo, they were worlds away from him, completely unrelated. He didn't believe that the yaomo could make any waves. Three thousand years ago, the war between xiuzhe and yaomo had ended with the xiuzhe's complete victory. If it wasn't that Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie had stopped the xiuzhe's advance, it was very likely that the yaomo would have been completely exterminated.
An awe-inspiring sword essence that was as white as silver came out with a clang!
"Are you willing?" The authoritative voice was like thunder, full of pressure.
He hugged his head, rolling on the ground as he wailed. Gradually, the sound of wailing became lower.
"Go die!" Zuo Mo's reply was as soft as a mosquito, the voice as thin as gossamer.
He hadn't cultivated sword scriptures, but that didn't mean he didn't understand. Among the outer sect disciples, there were many who cultivated sword scriptures. Since Wu Kong Sword Sect was a sword sect. Like Wei Sheng Shixiong, he mainly cultivated the sword, and had once been Luo Li Shixiong's sword servant.
Zuo Mo was just a low level xiuzhe that had just broken through to lianqi eighth level. His sea of consciousness had received two attacks that far surpassed what he could endure. It was already rare that he hadn't died.
This fantastical thought, after it came out, it couldn't be erased.
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