"Battle?" Zuo Mo didn't understand.
He was furiously practising [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]. The damned [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]!
He cursed this pervert countless times. Last night, he had gone berserk and been suppressed. His consciousness had been heavily injured again, beaten beyond recognition by Pu Yao. The result of his consciousness being unrecognisable was heart-wrenching pain. This time, without needing Pu Yao to urge him, he had to furiously practise [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation].
Zuo Mo watched as Xiao Guo disappeared and then looked at the clay jar in front of his feet. He bent down to pick it up.
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However, when Zuo Mo's consciousness slightly stabilized, he had to face a problem. How to complete one embryonic breath. One breath, it was the sign that [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] had started.
The suppression last night, it made him deeply understand the chasm between the two of them that couldn't be crossed.
Just at this time, he suddenly heard someone knock on the door.
Zuo Mo's heart was slightly reassured. This [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] was as wondrous as expected. The pain of the consciousness was greatly reduced. And he could clearly feel his consciousness gradually stabilizing. Last night, Pu Yao had just flicked a finger and Zuo Mo's consciousness had almost been scattered.
Chi Ye zhenren's heart was greatly comforted. He smiled and said: "The Thousand Luring Crane that Miss created herself, the elders in the sect all praised it."
"Damned renyao!" Zuo Mo's angry howl echoed in the empty yard.
Seeing the situation wasn't right, Zuo Mo hurriedly shouted: "Stop!"
He still couldn't complete one embryonic breath.
A powerful, perverted madman!
Pu Yao blinked his deep red right eye: "Why can't I run out?"
If it had been suspicion before, then now he was one hundred percent sure that Pu was a yaomo. Other than yaomo, who would be so evil?
He didn't know where [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] came from. The language was cryptic and hard to understand. The syntax was completely different from the jade scroll that Zuo Mo had bought. He spent a lot of effort before barely managing to understand the first chapter.
Zuo Mo was puzzled. Who was it? Usually, no one would run to his place. Running over, he opened the door. Xiao Guo pitifully stood outside.
"After the price of last month's ling grains rose, the price of this month's ling grains rose again. The demand for high grade ling grains has increased, and it has caused the price of low grade ling grains to rise … …"
Li Xian Er looked at the green moon outside the window and frowned, "It seems that the little demon has run away. Uncle Chi Ye, did the sect reply? "
The Thousand Feathers Ship was anchored in the void.
Zuo Mo was very curious how the elder that had created this scripture had thought of such a fantastical method. As expected, birds of a feather flocked together. The scripture that Pu Yao, this perverse madman, threw out was just as perverse as him.
She was holding a clay jar in her hand. Seeing Zuo Mo, her body instantly shrank back and she timidly said, "Shixiong."
Seeing the worry on her face, Chi Ye zhenren couldn't bear it: "If Miss likes it, why don't I set up a transportation formation in Sky Moon Jie and send a disciple to guard it. Miss's Thousand Guide Crane can be transported from the transportation formation. As long as he comes over, the Thousand Guide Crane will find him. "
Damned Pu Yao!
Chi Ye zhenren sighed: "Not just our sect. Three thousand years ago, the sects and sects of the xiuzhe world were far stronger than today. Back then, the Monster and Demon Alliance had a hundred thousand troops, but they were all killed by our seniors. It was also because of this battle that the xiuzhe world established its position today. "
Zuo Mo was furious. Raising his hand, he threw the empty jar in his right hand at Pu Yao.
This guy didn't have any good intentions from the beginning. From the black sea at the beginning, to the sword energy, his spirit being wounded, then to [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation], he had advanced at every step. He had become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered without any struggle.
"Maybe he is that one." Li Xian Er argued. She suddenly had a troubled expression: "If I go back, I can't use the Little Thousand Crane. It was so hard to find an interesting person, but I can't play with him anymore."
Raising the clay jar, she drank a mouthful. The soup was thick and fragrant.
"Grandfather told me to go back." She pouted, her face full of unwillingness: "It was so hard to find a chance to come out. It hasn't been long, and you're urging me to go back. You haven't caught the little yao yet. If you want to go back, you have to wait until I catch the little yao. "
Pu Yao suddenly popped out: "Very interesting thing."
The soup was still warm.
Pu Yao's words weren't threats. It was clearly recorded in [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]. These few days, he had been using his nose and mouth to breathe. No matter what, he had to stabilize his spirit first. His spirit wasn't stable. Just the occasional pain was enough to take Zuo Mo's little life.
"Get out!"
"What could it be?" She lightly snorted: "It's probably another hero from some sect that came. Grandfather has been very interested in those sword xiu recently. I hate sword xiu the most, all arrogant and rude. "
"No, no!" Xiao Guo's head shook like a rattle drum. She hurriedly explained: "Xiao Guo came to give something to Shixiong. Last time, Shixiong helped Xiao Guo. Xiao Guo hasn't thanked Shixiong yet. "
"Who told you?" Pu Yao turned his face and asked with a strange expression.
She carefully put the clay jar in front of Zuo Mo and then jumped back like a rabbit. She timidly looked at Zuo Mo and gathered her courage to say: "This is the soup that Xiao Guo made. Shixiong … … Shixiong, drink a mouthful, just one mouthful … …"
Zuo Mo gritted his teeth as he repeatedly cursed that renyao inside, his anger burning.
Calming down, Zuo Mo wanted to cry. That night, he definitely shouldn't have gone to the sea of consciousness. Thinking about Pu Yao, that bone-chilling and eerie feeling was like a poisonous snake slowly burrowing into his pants. That uncontrollable terror spread through his entire body.
Pu Yao listened for a while and yawned: "Oh, it looks like there's going to be a war."
Bam, the clay jar shattered into pieces, the pieces flying everywhere.
Chi Ye zhenren looked at her innocent face and a hint of pampering flashed across his face. But he still urged: "Miss, the sect leader is urging Miss to return. It probably is something."
"Sky Moon Jie is the territory of sword xiu. Of the ten people here, nine are sword xiu."
He didn't think about going over to ask Pu Yao. The lesson of blood and tears told him that if he wanted to take advantage of that guy, he would be tricked to death.
Pu Yao turned his peerlessly handsome face. At this time, it was like a hungry cat, the deep red eyes flashing: "Good luck. This little girl's flesh must be very tender and delicious."
As she spoke, her little mouth flattened, mist rising in her eyes. With a sobbing tone, she murmured: "Xiao Guo doesn't have jingshi … …"
Embryonic breathing was the core of [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] and the most basic cultivation method. It was also a breathing method that Zuo Mo had never even heard of before. Supposedly, it originated from the breathing of a fetus. It didn't use the mouth and nose to breathe, but needed to use the pores of the entire body to turn the air into threads, slowly inhaling and dispersing it into the body. These hundreds of tiny flows of air flowed through the body, gathered, and then exhaled through the nose and mouth.
"Aren't you only in the sea of consciousness?" Zuo Mo asked dumbly.
Suddenly, a message from the sound tablet beside him caught his attention.
After running a few dozen steps, she suddenly stopped. Hesitating, she turned and shouted: "Shixiong, if it really doesn't taste good, you … … you can throw it away … …"
Chi Ye zhenren shook his head: "Miss, the yaomo suppressed under the Yao Forging Tower probably numbered in the thousands. It's been so long, there's no way to investigate. Most of them were captured by the sect's elders in the great battle three thousand years ago. Most of these yaomo are extremely powerful and hard to kill, so they were suppressed under the Yao Forging Tower to be slowly refined. I hadn't thought that these yaomo would be so tenacious. After three thousand years, there are still survivors! "
Li Xian Er was joyful: "Uncle Chi Ye is the best! Hee hee, he probably still thinks that Xian Er's paper crane is a normal little thousand crane. "
Zuo Mo looked in shock at her.
Li Xian Er had a fascinated expression: "Three thousand years ago, our sect was so strong!"
Zuo Mo could already predict that his future would be a patch of darkness.
"That funny idiot you were talking about. Who said he was a sword xiu?" Li Xian Er said unhappily.
In the seclusion room, Zuo Mo sat cross-legged in meditation.
Zuo Mo was speechless. He couldn't help but sigh inside. It seemed that he didn't even have the last bargaining chip. So the other really could move … …
The deadline of three months was like a ball of shadow that shrouded his heart.
Pu Yao didn't explain. He took the sound tablet into his hand and lightly said: "Give this to me." Before his voice landed, he disappeared with the sound tablet.
This breath was long and continuous. When it came out, it was as condensed as an arrow.
Such a tragic life!
This was coincidentally what Zuo Mo needed the most right now. After being continuously wounded, his consciousness was almost shattered. If he didn't recover, it was very likely he would sink into insanity. As to the one breath that Pu Yao spoke of, it meant that he could complete one embryonic breath.
"The taste isn't bad." Zuo Mo said to himself, gulping it down. He turned and prepared to take the empty jar back to his room.
"Is there a problem?" Zuo Mo found it hard to have a good tone towards this little trouble. For some reason, every time he saw the timid expression on Xiao Guo's face, he couldn't control his tone.
Xiao Guo was so frightened she shrunk back, but the crying instantly stopped.
Pu Yao suddenly appeared, the scarlet tongue uncontrollably licking his lips. His eyes stared in the direction that Xiao Guo had disappeared: "Such a fresh and tender little girl."
Li Xian Er listened enthralled. Even though it was all history that she knew, but every time she heard it, she would still be fascinated.
She pitied herself. She had thought that it was just a neighbor with a bad temper. She hadn't thought that it was an evil yaomo.
Li Xian Er proudly pouted: "Of course!"
There were as many acupuncture points on the body as the stars in the universe, innumerable. The mouth and nose were the largest, followed by the acupuncture points on the body. The most numerous were those tiny holes that couldn't be seen and covered the entire body.
The first chapter was called [Spiritual Concentration Chapter]. It talked about how to calm the mind and stabilize the consciousness.
Slowly waking up, like the beginning of chaos, Zuo Mo opened his eyes and lightly exhaled the breath that had been circulating in his body.
Before she finished, she started to ramble, her face so anxious it was almost bleeding. She couldn't resist anymore, covering her face, she turned and ran away.
Chi Ye zhenren smiled and said: "A few days ago, didn't Miss play very happily with a sword xiu?"
Thinking about the crazy light that flashed in Pu Yao's eyes when he talked about torture, Zuo Mo was certain. Zuo Mo was certain that if he really didn't reach the realm of one breath in three months and faced a reversal of blood, Pu Yao would be at the side admiring the scene of his pain.
Zuo Mo gaped. After a long pause, he finally reacted. Pointing at Pu Yao, he rambled: "You, you, how could you run out?"
He shook. The price of ling grains had risen! Without a doubt, this was the best news he had heard in these past few days.
Then he showed a regretful expression. "However, even though the yaomo were almost all killed in one fell swoop, the xiuzhe also suffered great losses. Only one out of ten experts survived. Many sects fell in that great battle, and countless scriptures were lost. Three thousand years have passed, and the xiuzhe world is still unable to recover to the prosperity of the past. However, compared to us, the yaomo suffered even more. In these years, have you seen them break through Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie? "
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