Pu opened his eyes, his gaze once again landing on Zuo Mo's body. Examining him, his hand propped up his chin, he said to himself: "Your body is really weak, hm?"
Zuo Mo's heart suddenly jumped. He had a bad feeling.
Zuo Mo shook his head.
Zuo Mo's heart shook. He didn't lack courage, but when the other was in a situation where the other was in complete control, he wouldn't do something as stupid as displaying courage. He suddenly noticed the stone stele under Pu. The stone stele that was half the height of a person was shrouded in black clouds. When his gaze accidentally swept across the surface of the stone stele, he couldn't help but pause.
Thinking about it, he hurriedly calmed his mind and entered his sea of consciousness.
When he neared, Zuo Mo clearly saw the appearance of the black-clothed male.
He actually tricked me, he really doesn't want to live!
He decided to talk to Pu Yao.
In these two years, he had only seen the sect leader once. That was when he had been picked up by the sect leader and opened his eyes. As to the other elders and uncles, he had never seen them before.
Maybe, they would throw him directly into the dan cauldron and refine him with the yaomo … …
He was very suspicious that Pu was very likely to be a yaomo!
He instantly jumped in fright, his heartbeat speeding up.
Seeming to be very satisfied with Zuo Mo's answer, Pu took back his gaze, his right eye closing again, his mouth absentmindedly saying: "How many jindan are there in your generation of disciples? Ten? "
For the first time, a dazed expression appeared on Pu's slightly closed right eye. This made Zuo Mo very proud.
Zuo Mo was completely dumbstruck where he stood. The scene in front of him far surpassed his understanding.
"What is this?" Zuo Mo reflexively caught the ball of light.
Zuo Mo had never seen a yaomo before. All of his concepts of yaomo came from the sound tablet. It seemed that when he mentioned yaomo, it was killing, it was death and bloodshed. But he was very clear about the relationship between yaomo and xiuzhe that were natural enemies. Exterminating yaomo was the duty of every xiuzhe, no matter where they were from.
"I'm called Pu." A beautiful and beautiful voice. He propped up his chin, looking interestedly at Zuo Mo, the curve at the corner of his mouth even more evident: "What's your name?"
"What? Want to chat with me? " A lazy voice. He didn't know if it was the gravestone playing tricks. Zuo Mo always felt that Pu's voice was filled with a coldness that could easily seep into a person's heart.
Just entering the sea of consciousness, he was dumbstruck.
It was as if Pu was telling a story, speaking tirelessly.
Thinking of what happened before he fainted, his expression changed drastically.
The other was judging him like he was an object. Zuo Mo didn't feel good but Pu's "hm" made his heart jump.
Being stared at by Pu's deep red right eye, Zuo Mo's heart felt cold. He hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no! It's my pleasure! It's an honor! "
The effect was very good. After a few days, his consciousness was half healed, but Zuo Mo didn't feel any gratitude towards Pu Yao. Because he remembered that the reason his consciousness had been injured was because of Pu Yao.
He elegantly waved his hand. Zuo Mo who was dumbstruck felt his body tighten. When he opened his eyes, he found he had left the sea of consciousness.
Just like last time, Pu sat leisurely on the stone tablet, still dressed in black. Seeing Zuo Mo, he smiled. His smile, which was shrouded in black clouds, made him look evil. The conjecture that Pu was a demon surfaced once again.
"Oh, right." Pu interrupted Zuo Mo. He narrowed his blood red right eye, his thin lips moving to one side: "Start practicing [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]. How is it, the effect isn't bad? I almost forgot to tell you, [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] is good, but there's a flaw. "
Zuo Mo's heart jumped. He forced a smile and said: "Yes, yes, don't you think you're a different person?"
Zuo Mo almost spat blood.
"What I want to ask is … …" Zuo Mo decided to lay his cards on the table with Pu. He wanted to know what Pu really wanted to do.
In a daze, for two days, Zuo Mo didn't seem to be in the mortal world.
What he was even more worried about was that if other people knew that there was a demon in his body, he would definitely be exterminated and blown to nothing. In the eyes of those high level xiuzhe, he was just a lianqi eighth level xiuzhe. He didn't even count as cannon fodder.
"Once, he encountered a very stubborn prickle. He thought of all the ways, but couldn't pry open this guy's mouth. He begged for this scripture from me. He sent a subordinate disguised as a criminal to get close to this guy. Then, through his subordinate's mouth, he passed this scripture to him. Oh, you have to know, I've always admired him. He's creative and patient. "
Seeming to notice that Zuo Mo had refocused, Pu smiled lightly. He wasn't displeased and still used his voice that was like plucking the strings of a zither: "It seems that we have to spend a long time together. But I believe that we will have a good time together. Oh, right, this is for you. "
He couldn't help but shudder, his heart beating rapidly. He hurriedly stopped these terrifying guesses.
"Switch?" Pu tilted his head, staring at Zuo Mo: "What? You're not willing? Feel that I'm taking up your space? "
A bone-chilling coldness spread through Zuo Mo's body.
If at first glance, the deepest impression that Pu Yao had left on Zuo Mo was enchanting, then now, the enchanting had turned into evil!
These few days, he didn't go to the sea of consciousness.
[Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] naturally had to be practiced. Otherwise, before he was crippled by Pu Yao, he would be crippled first. Pu Yao, this was the new definition that Zuo Mo gave Pu. No matter if he was a yao or not, just his appearance, it was enough for the word yao.
Zuo Mo finally couldn't resist. He felt that the other was making fun of him: "Not one. Of the same generation, the highest cultivation is the last stage of zhuji. "
When men grew to this level, they should be crying.
Zuo Mo calmed his emotions, piling a fawning smile on his face: "Big Brother, look, my cultivation is so low, my body is so thin, I don't even have a few catties of meat, not tasty."
What he was most worried about was another guess.
Dazedly walking on the grass, feeling the softness of the grass under his feet, the smell of the grass, the tip of his nose lightly sniffing. Zuo Mo was dazed. He was just a low level xiuzhe of lianqi eighth level.
— — "You perverted renyao! Ye will kill you! "
Grave!
His pitiful mind was like a spring that had been pressed to its limit. All the anger that had been accumulated suddenly exploded. He instantly lost his mind, howling as he leapt at Pu.
Swallowing with difficulty, he suppressed the terror in his heart. He was thinking of a solution.
Zuo Mo slowly woke up. His head was still aching, but compared to the pain of his entire body being cut apart, it was much lighter.
"Five?"
"[Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation], just a little thing. It can repair the spirit, just a greeting gift." Pu's voice was lazy: "Even though I want to live and eat for free, but there's no way around it. Who told your sea of consciousness to be in pieces. Fix your sea of consciousness as soon as possible so I don't have to find another place. "
"Zuo Mo." He dumbly answered. He must be dreaming. Pu was just casually sitting but all the light in the sea of consciousness seemed to be uncontrollably sucked away by him. Of the female disciples of the Eastern Peak that Zuo Mo had seen, none of them were prettier than Pu.
"And then?" Zuo Mo's voice trembled as he asked.
"And then?" The smile on Pu's face became even brighter: "Three months and a day, he confessed. But my friend was soft-hearted and didn't kill him. He hung for three months, begging my friend to kill him every day. Hearing such delicate and sweet wails, it was such an enjoyable thing! Supposedly, when he died, oh, his soul exploded like fireworks, extremely beautiful. "
Yet, Zuo Mo was just a cultivator that had just reached the eighth level of lianqi. Not even mentioning killing yaomo, yaomo probably wouldn't even bother to kill him.
The one that had released the sword essence was him, and then the one that had threatened him was him.
When his gaze landed on a hill without any trees, he instantly came out of his daze.
"Alright, even though you're very rotten, but you're not rotten to the point of being incurable." Pu resumed his lazy tone.
Zuo Mo continued to shake his head.
At this moment, Zuo Mo stood dumbstruck, not knowing what to say. He was just a normal disciple of a little sect. When had he ever seen such an exceptional person?
Before, his sea of consciousness had just been a patch of empty space. The scene in front of him was full of vitality … …
Thinking about it, Zuo Mo's heart instantly burned with anger.
Such a beautiful yaomo, he couldn't believe it. But for some reason, this suspicion was like maggots in his bones, firmly stuck in his mind and couldn't be erased.
He said with some excitement: "It's a pity that the culprit's talent isn't good. Three months, he didn't even reach one breath. Oh, I always felt that my friend purposefully left out one or two sentences."
"Eight?"
On the undulating hills, there were clusters of ancient trees. The green grass was like a green carpet, spread out in patches. Fine wild flowers mixed in the green grass, adding some liveliness. It was like walking into a forest.
This was a grave!
"Once [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] is started, it can't be stopped. Supposedly, if you don't reach one embryonic breath in three months, there will be a small problem."
Report to the sect?
Pu raised his head. The hair in front of his forehead almost covered the left side of his face. The crimson right eye that wasn't covered glanced at Zuo Mo's face, the corner of his mouth rising: "No problem."
After a while, Pu shook his head and sighed: "No wonder you're so rotten."
A perfect face!
"Eat?" Pu suddenly smiled. Opening his deep red right eye, he leisurely said: "Speaking of delicious human meat, oh, it's a long time ago. Good human meat, there's a lot to pay attention to. Young girls of sixteen and seventeen are the best. The meat is tender and the bones crisp. Tsk tsk. "
His heart suddenly felt terror. Pu seemed to be even stronger than he had imagined. Such an uncontrollable person in his sea of consciousness, no, controlling his sea of consciousness! Having obtained [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation], Zuo Mo didn't feel any joy. Terror spread through his body like snake venom.
Not a stone stele, but a gravestone!
On the hill, a black-clothed male sat on a stone stele. Black clouds shrouded him, one hand on his leg, the other propping up his chin, his expression relaxed.
It was like he had been struck by lightning. His body froze. Countless characters were suddenly shoved into his brain, circulating endlessly.
Zuo Mo quickly found that his life had become extremely terrible. For a xiuzhe who just wanted to be a ling plant farmer, life was the most important.
He suddenly thought of what he seemed to have said before he fainted. His expression couldn't help but change. Was it that he couldn't hold on and gave in?
That was the true source of terror!
What did this guy want to do?
Pu carelessly threw a ball of light at Zuo Mo. Countless characters flowed on the surface of the ball of light.
The crimson tongue licked its lips, its expression full of reminiscence.
When this thought popped up, Zuo Mo also refocused. Pu Yi's charming and breathtaking aura was instantly shattered by this nonsensical thought.
He had always been a person with a clear mind. When his mind was clear, his thoughts were clear. He quickly understood the cause and effect. Without thinking, it was definitely the doing of that black dandelion seed.
Zuo Mo had never thought that a man could be so handsome. He had an androgynous face and a high nose bridge. His shiny black hair covered his left eye while his right eye was long and narrow like a knife. His crimson red pupils were like a bottomless abyss of blood. His thin and wide lips always had a shallow but evil arc. Each of his earlobes was inlaid with a dark red diamond-shaped crystal. His loose black robe was soft and smooth, just like his hair. It glowed with a black luster and stuck to his body, exuding a strange charm.
He sprinted towards that hill.
He raised his right hand, spreading his fingers. The corner of his mouth rose even higher, the bright red pupil becoming even brighter: "Actually, it's just some minor pain like blood vessels going against the flow. Oh, did you know, I had a very creative friend before. He was in charge of the Punishment Prison. "
Boom!
"Is there a problem?" He couldn't help but ask urgently. He knew that his body wasn't normal. His zombie-like face, and that dream that had appeared countless times, were like thorns in his heart.
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