The other dark red light headed straight for Lil 'Fire and was about to hit Lil' Fire.
Tenth Grade was immersed in his low mood after being suppressed, and Lil 'Pagoda and Lil' Fire were playing crazily.
Lil 'Pagoda did not know Tenth Grade's low mood. It was happily playing. Just successfully hitting Tenth Grade had greatly increased its and Lil' Fire's morale. This was the first time the two of them had successfully chased after Tenth Grade.
Zuo Mo marveled at this. A Gui's spells and secret techniques were all strange and unpredictable. Even Pu Yao, who always prided himself on being knowledgeable, did not know the origins.
At the border of the fiendish mist, the troop set up camp. The entire camp was buzzing with activity. Even Zuo Mo was working hard on his cultivation. The fiendish mist was right in front of him. There was nothing that could motivate Zuo Mo more than this. If his strength increased, his chance of survival would increase.
Tenth Grade felt wronged and his little face collapsed. He glanced with lingering fear at Silly Bird and coincidentally saw Silly Bird's eyes open a slit. A cold light flashed. Tenth Grade's body froze and he was hit by Lil 'Pagoda.
Not far away, there was a thin blood mist spreading. There seemed to be movement inside. The area of the blood mist was vast and endless.
Bean-sized beads of sweat gathered into small streams and flowed down his face. Zuo Mo did not bother to wipe and said in a hoarse voice, "Pu, spell!"
Zuo Mo was overjoyed instead of shocked. He could not remember how many days it had been, but ever since they entered this damned ancient battlefield, they had not encountered anything. His figure flashed and he appeared at the very front of the troop.
Pu Yao appeared and looked gravely at the blood mist in front of him. "Careful, this is fiendish mist, there are fiend soul beasts inside."
However, Zuo Mo did not care about this.
Grabbing A Gui's hand, a thread of consciousness entered her body. Zuo Mo's brow furrowed. The purple energy inside A Gui's body was extremely weak and showed no signs of strengthening. What reassured him was that the black fiendish energy did not affect A Gui at all.
[Fiend Ling]
Tenth Grade felt a coldness shoot up his spine and immediately obediently played with Lil 'Pagoda and Lil' Fire.
Xie Shan rejoiced. Luckily, he had not lost his mind after breaking through to jindan. I don't know where Daren learned these strange secret skills from, but each of them is extremely powerful. He was certain that if he were to fight with the Lord, he would not have the slightest chance of winning.
"The fiendish mist is right in front of us. Although Master has decided to temporarily set up camp, we must make preparations to enter the fiendish fog, "Sun Bao said in a low voice.
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A look of confusion appeared on everyone's faces. Cultivating a new magic art? However, they suppressed their curiosity and remained motionless.
Pu Yao's words made Zuo Mo hesitate. If it really was so dangerous, entering this blood mist … …
"I don't want to disrupt everyone's cultivation plans, but the situation is dire." Ji Wei continued, "Our Golden Crow Camp cannot be a burden to Daren, and must help Daren as much as possible. Otherwise, wouldn't we be useless? "
However, his own strength …
Tenth Grade finally reacted. His dark little face was filled with murderous intent. His eyes suddenly widened. The black crescent circling him turned into a black light and cut the red light.
Tenth Grade's heart was filled with grievance. For someone like him who had set his sights on becoming a tenth-grade expert, submitting to Silly Bird's power was a helpless action, but for him, it was not a small blow.
Truthfully, Tenth Grade did not like Silly Bird at all. This showy and smug person had such an indifferent expression towards Master. He really deserved to be killed! He had thought more than once about taking care of this silly bird on behalf of Master.
He raised his head to look around. Seeing the other people were furiously cultivating, he was filled with fighting spirit. So what if it was the fiendish mist? With a group of brothers like this, not just the fiendish mist, he did not fear even the most dangerous place!
His gaze looked towards Zuo Shixiong who was hard at work in the distance and he suddenly smiled.
The unique and open atmosphere of Golden Crow Camp, and the trust that was built in difficult situations was the most fertile soil. Zuo Mo's jade scroll was like a spring rain that instantly gave off vitality.
When Gongsun Cha said this, they impatiently flipped through the jade scroll in their hands.
After a while, maybe they could give Zuo Shixiong a surprise.
But today, they had gathered together, not to discuss problems such as array glyphs.
Everyone was listening carefully. Ever since everyone had sworn the Killing Heart Oath, their relationship had become even closer. If it was before, everyone had been more like partners, now, everyone was of the same sect.
Lil 'Pagoda excitedly spun around. Lil' Fire happily chirped at the side.
Golden Crow Camp had completely changed.
Grabbing the jade scroll, Zuo Mo felt his strength recover slightly. He forced himself up and ran towards Vermillion Bird Camp. Behind him, Pu Yao's eyes flashed with a strange light. He imperceptibly murmured, "Divine Summoning Art … … it really makes one anticipate … …"
The people below nodded with expressions of agreement.
"Let's all take a look."
No one noticed the arrival of danger.
Feeling something, Zuo Mo said to Tenth Grade who was playing with Lil 'Pagoda and Lil' Fire, "Tenth Grade, you have to cultivate, don't be lazy!"
"Alright." Pu Yao did not waste words and briskly handed over a jade scroll.
It was dangerous ahead, but compared to the desolation that had caused despair in the past few days, Zuo Mo saw more hope. Pu Yao also confirmed this. The closer they got to the core of the battlefield, the more likely he was to find out where this place was.
The longer he stayed by Zuo Mo's side, the more reverence Xie Shan felt. In his view, Zuo Mo was mysterious and full of mysteries.
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Exhausted, Zuo Mo sat on the ground.
Silly Bird glanced at Tenth Grade and then closed her eyes again.
After some thought, he ordered for them to stay where they were.
Lil 'Pagoda that had been happily playing suddenly froze and dropped down like a weight. This dark red light swept out like the long tongue of a monster that wrapped around Lil' Pagoda and dragged Lil 'Pagoda into the fiendish mist.
Zuo Mo furiously cultivated little yao arts for no other reason than to trade for that spell from Pu Yao's hands as soon as possible. If they entered this fiendish mist, the ones in the greatest danger would be Vermillion Bird Camp and Golden Crow Camp.
Suddenly, a dark red light flew out of the fiendish mist and accurately hit Lil 'Pagoda.
He had originally thought that he was the strongest ling beast by Master's side. He hadn't thought that there was someone even stronger!
Zuo Mo did not detect the abnormality. In his view, it was normal for Tenth Grade to play with Lil 'Pagoda and the others. He turned his face and looked in concern at A Gui.
Out of caution, the troop stopped.
Silly Bird suddenly opened her eyes, a vicious light flashing through them. With a shriek, her figure suddenly disappeared.
The six transformations of the Great Day mo physique. Each transformation was broad and profound, easy to learn but hard to master.
The red light shrieked and was about to flee into the fiendish mist.
Zuo Mo's voice was not loud but it was filled with determination.
Without realizing it, the three little ones gradually neared the fiendish mist.
"A Gui, we can definitely get out."
Woosh, he finally finished cultivating the three hundredth little yao art.
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He hadn't thought that he would be taught a lesson first … …
What a dark life this was!
Gongsun Cha looked at the shock and joy on everyone's faces and couldn't help but smile. With this spell, the offensive capabilities of Vermillion Bird Camp would not regress, but increase.
The five hundredth!
He wasn't just taught a lesson, he had to play with these mentally retarded children like an idiot … …
This change came without any warning and was like a bolt of lightning.
Everyone was silent, their expressions filled with anticipation. This was the first time they had gathered together since entering this ghastly place. Was there a mission? Many people couldn't help but feel excited. For these battle maniacs, they were going to grow mold after spending such a long time holed up on the ship every day.
There was a situation!
Golden Crow Hall was packed with people. It was common to see groups of three to five discussing in small groups. It was very busy. This was a unique habit that they had developed in Little Mountain Jie. Everyone came from small sects and their knowledge was limited. Many of the problems they had encountered at that time could not be solved by just one person. Out of helplessness, gathering everyone's power was the only choice. Over time, this became a unique habit of Golden Crow Camp.
Entering the fiendish mist was truly stepping into the inner area of the ancient battlefield.
"Starting from today, all of your training missions will be temporarily canceled, and you will cultivate this spell instead."
"En." Pu Yao looked at the bloody mist in front of him. He could not disguise the shock in his bloody pupil. "In most battlefields, if people do not transcend after death, the souls of those who died will wander this battlefield. The fiendish energy of the battlefield is thick. These souls will not dissipate, but will absorb the fiendish energy and form fiend souls. After a long time, fiend souls will become fiend soul beasts. This fiendish mist is unheard of in scale. The fiend soul beasts inside are probably not minor. "
He had cultivated the third transformation of the Great Day mo physique, [Day Script Palm]. He felt great excitement at the power of this move. This move could form an enormous golden palm more than ten zhang wide. When this palm landed, half of a mountain would disappear. Even Xie Shan and Shu Long paled when they saw Zuo Mo use this move.
Suddenly, he raised his head. There was a disturbance in front of him.
Unless they could find a functioning transportation formation, finding the specific location of this jie was their only chance of leaving this place.
In front of Gongsun Cha, Vermillion Bird Camp had finished organizing.
Gongsun Cha smiled slightly. Then Zong Ru and the others beside him quickly handed out jade scrolls to everyone.
It was not the first time Zuo Mo heard Pu Yao speak of fiend soul beasts. Every time Pu Yao spoke of them, his tone would be extremely grave. He couldn't help but ask, "Is this thing very powerful?"
Zuo Mo exhaled deeply. Little yao arts were not complex at all, but there were many types. It was a headache. If it wasn't that his consciousness was good, it would be very taxing.
Zuo Mo's face was covered in dust. His palm hurt as though it was being cut by knives. Three golden lines could be seen on his palm. What was directly proportional to its power was the difficulty of cultivating [Day Script Palm]. Zuo Mo needed to cultivate to the point that his entire palm was covered in golden lines, like a net, before [Day Script Palm] could be considered to have a small success.
Strangely, Pu Yao did not disturb his cultivation of the Great Day mo physique this time. Did this guy also know the danger inside? Zuo Mo's heart calmed slightly. If Pu Yao went crazy, no one could stop him.
Under the stimulation of death, Zuo Mo discovered astounding potential and progressed rapidly.
Sun Bao nodded inside and said solemnly, "So, Master Ji Wei and I have decided to gather the power of the entire camp to forge a talisman!"
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