However, what Zuo Mo was concerned about now was not the Golden Armor Guards, but other problems.
"Oh, how about we call it jingshi?"
Had they really come to an empty land of death?
After a short pause, the troop departed again.
Xie Shan and Shu Long looked with sympathy at the little black person that was being tortured by Zuo Mo. They exchanged a look and quickly left the scene.
The little black person's expression was solemn as he focused on absorbing the black fiendish energy.
"Hm, interesting … …" Zuo Mo was excited. He suddenly raised his right hand, reached out, and curiously poked at the little black person. "Oh, it's soft … …"
Hiss! Zuo Mo inhaled sharply in shock. In his Ling Eye, he saw the black fiendish energy furiously flood towards the little black person's raised arms.
"The greatest treasure in the world?"
This time, it wasn't just Zuo Mo. Everyone's eyes were filled with joy. The moisture in the air here was much more abundant than the places they had passed in the past ten days. With water, it meant there was life.
Zuo Mo rubbed his hands and said with a snicker, "Then can you give me a share?"
Murderousness rose on the little black person's face. His little face was dark as he said in a muffled voice, "A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated!"
"A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated … …" The crisp child's voice showed signs of collapse.
"A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated … …" The little black person weakly resisted.
What people were most afraid of was not suffering, but not being able to see hope.
As Zuo Mo was shocked, the twin butterfly flew in front of him. The little black person raised his murderous and fiendish little face as he looked at Zuo Mo. When he opened his mouth, the crisp child's voice was, "Master, please bestow a name!"
For Shu Long and the others, black fiendish energy was a great supplement, but for xiuzhe, black fiendish energy was a great poison. Black fiendish energy was mostly born in terrible battlefields. It was extremely vicious and sinister. Once it encountered something else, it would not rest until it was completely destroyed.
The tenth-grade was just three cun long, but it was fifth-grade. Fifth-grade ling beasts had a space shield. The tenth-grade space shield was even more unique, and actually had traces of black fiendish energy. Zuo Mo had never heard of black fiendish energy before, but after these days, he had some understanding of the attributes of black fiendish energy.
Morale rose, and the troop's advance speed increased. The black fiendish energy in the air became even thicker. Zuo Mo's expression became even more careful. According to Pu Yao, their direction should be towards the center of the battlefield.
… …
… … But at this time, the troop had to stop because Shu Long was about to break through.
However, Zuo Mo was still filled with worry. In more than ten days, they hadn't found anything. They hadn't encountered any life, they hadn't seen a blade of grass. This ancient battlefield was desolate. There was nothing that was more terrifying and desolate than this deathly emptiness and desolation that was like nothingness. Even if one encountered any danger or encountered any demon beasts, it would be much better than the current situation before them.
Unfortunately, the crisp voice of a child dissipated all the murderous aura.
The twin butterfly slowly flapped its wings. Black fiendish energy flowed into its body like a whale sucking in water. Chen Long, Chen's Chen Chen Mo, "Twin" about, "Xiao" Ling Chen, "About" to Chen, "About"
Mo, Mo Were about about. "Chen Ling Said Zuo was, Zuo" Yu Tang "." Long "Mo," Ling "
Mo Zuo Zuo, he he "Ling" Zuo Chen, Zu Zuo Mo, "Tang"
The little black man's face twitched. He suppressed his anger and gnashed his teeth. "A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated …"
A fifth-grade Spirit Beast's strength was comparable to a Golden Core Cultivator. Most importantly, a tenth-grade Spirit Beast was full of spirituality. As long as it was a spirit beast or magic treasure, the more spiritual it was, the more room it had for growth.
However, Zuo Mo still embarrassedly took back his finger and pretended to rub his chin. "Naming … …" His eyes suddenly lit up. "Lucky! How about this name? Isn't it domineering enough … "
The little black person glanced at Zuo Mo and didn't have any intentions of responding. He suddenly raised his arms, his black hair standing up, his eyes brightening as he shouted, "Collect!"
Even though Tenth Grade was not strong right now, Zuo Mo was filled with anticipation towards Tenth Grade's future.
Oh, it seemed alive …
The twin butterflies danced in the air. Tenth Grade sat cross-legged on the black antennae and worked on his cultivation. His progress made all of Guard Camp sweat. In just ten days, he was able to form black armor, and he could withdraw it as he wished, unlike Shu Long and the others who could not put away their black armor.
If this went on, it wouldn't be long before everyone went crazy.
"A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated … …"
Tenth Grade was a cultivation maniac, no, a cultivation maniac. He did not like entering the beast service card. He sat on the antennae all day, motionless, and only knew how to cultivate. Lil 'Pagoda, Lil' Fire, and the others were curious about Tenth Grade and occasionally came over to take a look. However, Tenth Grade ignored them.
Zuo Mo looked dazedly at the little black person. All the black fiendish energy within five li was pulled. In his Ling Eye, the black fiendish energy within five li formed an enormous and shocking black and red whirlpool. At the center of the whirlpool was this little black person that was not even three cun tall.
After advancing for more than ten days, the scenery in the surroundings had not changed at all. They had not discovered anything. This ancient battlefield was unimaginably large.
Pu Yao glanced at him and drawled, "Of course there are spells."
"What will you use to trade for it?" Pu Yao raised an eyebrow.
The eyes of the withered little black person suddenly lit up. He straightened, his face full of fighting spirit as he said solemnly, "Thanks, Master, for bestowing a name!"
When Zuo Mo raised his head, he coincidentally saw the little black person form. He couldn't help but be shocked. This twin butterfly was as extraordinary as expected!
After ten breaths, a faint white cloud the size of an infant's fist floated above Zuo Mo's palm.
A Gui's expression was much better than before, and seemed slightly more lively. After Zuo Mo inspected, he found that a thread of strange purple power had appeared inside A Gui's body. This thread of purple power was extremely weak, but to A Gui's battered body, it was unusually precious.
Water … … the moisture in the air … …
The entire process continued for two whole hours before the little black person contentedly stopped. At this time, he had obvious changes compared to just now. His black hair was blood red like a ball of flame. His black eyes were as deep as the night sky, his little face even colder, and the murderousness between his brows came at them.
After advancing for another five days, they saw the first puddle of water. The shallow puddle of water was just a handful of water, but for everyone, it was like a welcome rain.
Zuo Mo looked contentedly at Tenth Grade who was lying on the ground with a drooping face. Yes, just now, the little black person who could not endure the torture finally agreed to the strange name of Tenth Grade.
The little black person's movements were too loud and the entire camp was disturbed. Everyone thought they were being attacked and flew into the sky. The first to react was Xie Shan. The second to charge over was Shu Long. He was extremely sensitive to black fiendish energy and instantly detected the change.
Suddenly, Zuo Mo's steps stopped. His eyes showed joy.
"Pu, what spell is there that can prevent xiuzhe from being corroded by black fiendish energy? Or resolve black fiendish energy? The kind that doesn't need to start from the beginning, "Zuo Mo asked.
The twin butterfly stopped absorbing black fiendish energy. The restless air gradually calmed down.
What Zuo Mo could not understand the most was that A Gui did not react at all to the black fiendish energy.
The vast ancient battlefield was covered in scars. After the passage of time, even these terrifying scars had become indistinct.
The black fiendish energy was like nourishment to the [Hardship Guard] mo skill that Shu Long cultivated. The speed at which he progressed was astounding. The other people of Guard Camp also progressed quickly but no one surpassed Shu Long.
Zuo Mo's mood became much better when A Gui's condition became better.
"You don't like jingshi? This is not a good habit. It seems that you need to train your taste. The common saying is good, jingshi can make the world go round … … oh, all wealth belongs to me, how about this name … … "
Tenth Grade's strongest trait was that he could learn spells. This was something that Zuo Mo had never heard of before. He casually taught [Hardship Guard] to Tenth Grade. [Hardship Guard] could absorb black fiendish energy and was suitable for Tenth Grade to cultivate. Zuo Mo planned inside. When would he get an even more powerful mo skill from Pu Yao and the gravestone?
However, he also knew that Pu Yao definitely would not let him have it for free this time. It was impossible that he did not cut some flesh. Zuo Mo gritted his teeth and said, "Speak, what do you want?"
The three Golden Armor Guards stood in a fan shape. The blinding golden scale armor was now covered in black patterns and looked extremely terrifying. The black patterns on the golden armor were formed from the black fiendish energy that the Golden Armor Guards had absorbed in this period of time. According to Pu Yao, this was because the material used to forge the Golden Armor Guards was the ancient dragon bone.
The little black person on the antennae was about three cun tall, dressed in black robes and black hair. Its expression was cold and its eyes were fiendish as it stood indifferently.
Face full of disbelief, Zuo Mo moved his face forward as though he had seen a ghost. "You are alive?"
It was strange that most of the people of Vermillion Bird Camp stayed inside the slave transporting boats. The thick black fiendish energy was detrimental to them so Zuo Mo had set up formations on the slave transporting boats to isolate the black fiendish energy and prevent it from corroding everyone. But the little ones, including Silly Bird, did not react to the black fiendish energy at all. Lil 'Pagoda and Lil' Fire were the most energetic and played until they went crazy every day. Lil 'Black was unusually sleepy and spent most of the day lying on A Gui's head.
The murderousness on Lil 'Black's face froze, the corner of his eyes jumping. His little face darkened but he was slightly helpless. "Yes!"
Pu Yao also said that if they were lucky, the three Golden Armor Guards might be able to level up.
Pu Yao's long and narrow bloody pupil narrowed and he smiled darkly.
He suddenly closed his eyes and reached out with his right hand. His fingers lightly swiped. [Little Art of Cloud and Rain]!
"Tenth Grade, don't think that this name is vulgar," Zuo Mo said gravely. Zuo Mo said gravely, "Tenth grade represents the highest grade. This twin butterfly is just fifth-grade. Tenth Grade is the highest and strongest! The strongest in the world. What, isn't that what you seek? "
A strong whirlwind suddenly started around the twin butterfly, sand and stone flying.
Zuo Mo cursed inside. This damned renyao, his attitude was suddenly hot and cold, changing constantly. It really was hateful.
The mood in the camp was nervous. If Shu Long could successfully break through this time, it would be the best thing for them.
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