Nan Ming Zi smirked coldly. His figure flashed and he disappeared from his original spot, appearing in the sky at the same time.
Zuo Mo sighed inside, his feet moving even faster. Right now, the world was in ruins. The only way to survive was to have enough power.
Zuo Shixiong's big formation was still not complete.
The sword light that was flying in the air seemed to encounter a strong resistance. The sword shook violently, its speed suddenly decreasing. Nan Ming Zi's expression changed dramatically. Gritting his teeth, all the ling power in his body furiously flooded into the flying sword. The sword light exploded, the faintly snake-shaped sword light becoming even more realistic.
The expressions of the other disciples all changed. Everyone took out their flying swords and prepared to attack Nan Ming Zi.
Zuo Mo did not seem to feel the sword light leaping at him. He opened his hand, the red copper hoop slowly floating into the sky.
After a long flight, Nan Ming Zi was very tired. He found a place to meditate and recover his strength. The disciples of Wu Kong Sword Sect found that for the next few days, Shixiong had been walking back and forth, occasionally throwing all kinds of strange materials into the ground, or some spells that people could not understand.
The shidi in the surroundings looked at Zuo Mo with admiration. The other was a ningmai xiuzhe!
But the big formation that everyone imagined did not show any signs of being completed.
His eyes instinctively swept around the surroundings.
As the red copper hoop slowly rose, it trembled lightly, giving off a clear chime.
Leaving Nan Ming Zi's sight, Zuo Mo instantly started to run. Nan Ming Zi would never have thought that Zuo Mo's consciousness would be strong enough to detect that he was pretending to be meditating most of the time. Without thinking, Zuo Mo knew that Nan Ming Zi did not have good intentions. But in order to subdue Nan Ming Zi, he had been very calm these past few days.
With his strength, these zhuji xiuzhe could not fight back at all. If the big formation was not completed, he had absolute confidence that he could quickly kill Zuo Mo. If it really reached that step, he didn't plan on letting any of the other disciples of Wu Kong Sword Sect go. At that time, he would escape to Little Mountain Jie, and then Sky Water Jie. No matter how strong Wu Kong Sword Sect and Heart Lake Sword Sect were, what could they do to him?
Zuo Mo waved his hand. The copper hoop hummed lightly and flew into his hand. The crimson yellow copper hoop was now a fiery red, and looked slightly eerie. The fire power was as strong as expected. After three days and nights of forging, the copper hoop had gone up a level, reaching fourth-grade.
The other people instantly found Zuo Mo in the sky.
Nan Ming Zi was older and had cultivated for a longer period of time. His cultivation was higher than Gu Rong Ping and the others in the Sword Test Conference. However, he came from a small sect. In terms of battle power, he knew he was no match for the young people in the Sword Test Conference.
"Hehe, I plan to cross the border river from here. Can I borrow your land to rest for a few days?" Nan Ming Zi quickly said, "If there is any disturbance, please forgive me!"
Without a sound, his flying sword came out of its sheath. It suddenly turned into a stream of light and leapt at Zuo Mo in the sky.
In these three days, the image of the Wu Kong Flag still lingered in his mind. As his spiritual power recovered, Nan Mingzi's heart began to stir again. Thinking about how he had been frightened by a zhuji, he felt his face heat up. Other than formations, Zuo Mo was basically of no threat to him.
It was as if there were countless wind chimes echoing the ring of the fiery red copper ring. In an instant, the Desolate Wood Reef was like a tide of bells.
He couldn't help but reveal a satisfied expression.
Some of the timid shidi were getting more and more anxious. Nan Ming Zi had been very friendly so far, but they were still worried. The other was much stronger than them. After he recovered, the difference in power between the two sides would increase even more.
The sweat on Nan Ming Zi's forehead became even thicker. If Wu Kong Sword Sect was said to be a rising power, then Heart Lake Sword Sect was said to be an old tyrant with a deep foundation!
On the third day, Zuo Mo, like usual, continuously threw all kinds of spells into the ground. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, his expression leisurely.
Nan Ming Zi jumped down from the flying sword. The flying sword flew back into the sheath on his back.
This Wu Kong Flag was something Shi Feng Rong had gotten from Pei Yuan Ran for Zuo Mo.
"This one is Nan Ming Zi, greets fellow cultivators of Wu Kong Sword Sect!"
As expected, troubled times had come! The world was in chaos!
A drop of sweat slid down his back.
Since it involved two large sects, Nan Ming Zi didn't dare to act rashly. Coming from a small sect, he was very clear about the power that the large sects possessed. If it was just Wu Kong Sword Sect, he might dare to take a risk, but now that Heart Lake Sword Sect was involved, his last thread of hope was gone.
Zuo Mo hadn't expected the other to be so agreeable. Without changing his expression, he took the five pieces of jingshi. "You're too polite! We just took the Desolate Wood Reef from Heart Lake Sword Sect and haven't had the time to build some buildings. It is crude, please forgive us. "
There were many crisscrossing ditches on the left and right, and there were traces of man-made excavation ….
The Wu Kong Sword Sect disciples all had excited and expectant expressions. The murderousness on Nan Ming Zi's face could no longer be disguised. He finally reacted. The big formation on the island had not been completed!
There were many versions of the rumor that the Dong Fu Sword Test Conference had been stopped, but no matter which version, they all used that terrifying pit as proof.
In meditation, Nan Ming Zi's eyes opened a slit and looked thoughtfully at Zuo Mo. In these three days, he had actually been observing Zuo Mo. He hadn't found any ripples of formations on the island. In those crisscrossing ditches, water continuously flowed into the ocean. From all the signs, Zuo Mo's big formation did not seem to be complete.
Nan Ming Zi wasn't sure. He decided to wait. There was no one else on the island, just a group of zhuji. For him, it was easy. Zhuji xiuzhe wouldn't have much on them, but the flag in Zuo Mo's hands really made him envious. Even more, he had used countless materials in the past few days. Nan Ming Zi felt his heart ache for him.
Ding!
Nan Ming Zi looked at the Wu Kong Flag, a hint of greed flashing through his eyes. A talisman forged by several jindan experts was naturally of the highest quality! However, he quickly suppressed the greed inside. The sect token might be a good talisman, but it was a hot potato.
Was it a deceptive formation, or was the formation truly incomplete?
Zuo Mo didn't panic. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the sword lights flying towards them.
A dark light flashed through the corner of Nan Ming Zi's eyes.
He entered the lava lake with familiarity. The fire formation of the lava lake had been continuously refining the copper rings in the past few days.
When he detected everyone's cultivation, his heart relaxed greatly.
He took out a little flag from his ring. Waving his hand, the little flag grew in the wind. The pole was more than three zhang, the thickness of a goose egg, completely black, as though it was made of refined metal. On the black flag, the two words "Wu Kong" seemed to have limitless power. The strokes were like sword essence, as though they wanted to fly out of the flag.
Damn it! He had been tricked by this zombie! Nan Ming Zi's eyes were filled with greed and heat. Coming from a small sect, even if he had cultivated to ningmai, he didn't have a suitable talisman!
The sword howled like a snake's tongue, the sword essence vicious and savage, the light exploding!
Nan Ming Zi intended to kill with one blow and did not hold anything back. The sword light was like a snake, suddenly opening its gaping maw, baring its fangs. From far away, one could feel the viciousness and viciousness of the sword essence.
Heart Lake Sword Sect … …
Ding ding ding ding!
"Greetings to Fellow Daoist." Zuo Mo raised his hands.
"Little tricks, not worth mentioning." Zuo Mo expressionlessly smiled.
When everyone saw the black flag, they all had joyful expressions. They all sighed at the favoritism the sect leader had for Zuo Shixiong. Each sect had their own token to prove their identity. This flag was Wu Kong Sword Sect's token. Other than a token, it was also a talisman. It had been forged by several jindan xiuzhe working together. It had many wonders, and was astounding in power.
His wariness did not lessen at all. Nan Ming Zi's cultivation was in the middle stage of ningmai, and was much higher than all of them. Also, the Desolate Wood Reef was coincidentally at the edge of the jie river. If the other really had evil intentions, and killed them for their treasures, and escaped from the jie river into Little Mountain Jie, the sect wouldn't be able to investigate.
He also noticed Zuo Mo. From beginning to end, it was this person who had greeted him. This person must be the leader of this group. His gaze suddenly paused. "Fellow Daoist, you look very familiar. I haven't asked for your name!"
Nan Ming Zi's heart instantly shook. It had only been half a year since the Dong Fu Sword Test Conference. The name of Zuo Mo had not been forgotten. He took back his disdain. This expressionless guy in front of him had the battle record of defeating ningmai xiuzhe.
He might not understand formations, but he was very experienced. Looking at Zuo Mo, he seemed to be planning on activating the big formation. Such a good chance, if he didn't act, when would he?
Hiss hiss!
The expressionless face of Zuo Mo in front of him seemed to suddenly become deep and dark. His eyes were so cold there was no warmth, like a hunter looking at his prey from outside the trap. He was only glad that he hadn't acted just now. This zombie in front of him was a person that killed without spilling blood!
At this time, the fire red copper hoop had already flown over Zuo Mo's head. It was like the ruler of the world. The countless materials that Zuo Mo had hit on the ground seemed to be attracted by an invisible force, and slowly floated up along with the fire red copper hoop.
"Zuo Mo?" Nan Ming Zi furrowed his brows in thought. This face, this name, he was very familiar with it. He suddenly raised his head. "Is it Zuo Mo of the formation and seal school?"
Coming out of the lava lake, Zuo Mo did not conceal his figure, and directly flew into the sky.
"This one is Zuo Mo." Zuo Mo responded. He caught the greed that flashed through the other's eyes. He was too familiar with this kind of gaze.
His heart suddenly sped up. No way … … formation and seal school … …
The sword light suddenly arrived. The person was a xiuzhe about forty years old. His face was white and beardless, wearing a blue Taoist robe. He was standing on a flying sword. When he saw this flag at first glance, his expression couldn't help but change. Wu Kong Sword Sect had really been in the limelight recently.
And the terrifying formation school … …
Facing such an astounding sword presence, Zuo Mo didn't even bat an eyelid. His attention was completely on the fire red copper hoop that was slowly rising.
There was no other reason. With Wu Kong Sword Sect's present status in Sky Moon Jie, no one would rashly start a battle. Different from the steady style of the other great clans of Sky Moon Jie, the combat power that Wu Kong Sword Sect displayed shocked Sky Moon Jie, especially the name of Ice Dragon Sword Xin Yan. No one could rival it.
His hands moved even faster, stuffing in five pieces of third-grade jingshi.
In the sky above the Desolate Wood Reef, countless materials floated, covering the sky!
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