He didn't have time to slowly savor this pleasure. He had to immediately meditate and recover his consciousness.
Nan Yue was not too surprised. At this time, she was filled with fighting spirit. Elder had used his actions to explain to her how to cultivate. She wasn't in a rush to learn [South Sky Arrow Art]. What she had learned today was enough for her to cultivate for a long time.
But this was just the beginning!
"You can fish!" Pu Yao suddenly said.
"And what?"
He turned his face and found to his shock that A Gui was looking at him. Usually, A Gui and he would never leave each other's side.
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"Fish?" Zuo Mo asked in shock.
A short while later, a red light charged out of the fiendish mist and headed for the Nine Turn Sky Soil Disk on the ground.
In the sky, Ma Fan stood silently in the fiendish mist.
Zuo Mo quickly found that using little yao arts to deal with fiendish souls was perfect. Right now, he was very familiar with little yao arts and didn't even need to think before he cast them in succession.
Ma Fan, whose eyes were tightly closed, seemed to understand.
Everyone couldn't help but reveal worried expressions, but they could only watch helplessly without being able to do anything. They couldn't be of any help at all.
Zuo Mo's sea of consciousness was completely transformed.
"Are you alright?" Zuo Mo asked probingly.
The poisonous fiendish mist seemed to be repelled by an invisible force and could not get within seven chi of Ma Fan. Ma Fan's clothing flapped. What was strange was that while he looked intimidating, no one felt much ling power vibrations.
Nan Yue looked at Elder who was almost paralyzed on the ground, her eyes full of respect. In the past, she had been very hardworking in the yao art house. But today, when she saw how Elder cultivated, she immediately felt that her hard work was nothing in front of Elder.
The sword river of the past had almost disappeared. This made Zuo Mo sweat. Those bewitching black fires were not as destructive as they had been in the past. Especially around the gravestones, the black fires had completely disappeared, revealing the black metallic ground. The black energy around the gravestones was even denser than before.
Vast Water Clear Skies.
The sky here … … was not a good place to cultivate [Clear Sky Sword Scripture]!
The explosions continued. There was too much fiendish mist that exploded. After a while, it formed a thick fiendish mist. In the thick fiendish mist, the muffled explosions did not stop at all. A red and black ball of fiendish mist that looked like an enormous egg hung high in the air.
Even sitting cross-legged on the ground, Ma Fan was like an unsheathed sword, sword essence overflowing!
Zuo Mo's heart became restless. He walked out of the camp.
As expected, Pu Yao was still the most devious!
The sky … The sky …
He had only used ten hours to travel thirty li, two hours less than Pu Yao's request. If he subtracted the time he spent explaining little yao arts to Nan Yue, he had only spent eight hours. Especially when Zuo Mo saw the shock and surprise in Pu Yao's eyes, he felt unspeakably good.
"I'll come back after a while."
Suddenly, Xie Shan seemed to be struck by lightning. His mouth gaped as he looked at the solemn Ma Fan in the sky. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
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Right now, his strongest skill was the Great Day mo physique, and then his yao arts. He couldn't help but grimace inside. As a xiuzhe, there really wasn't anything to be proud of. Ma Fan's disturbance would not end in a short while. Zuo Mo did not pay attention to it.
Zuo Mo sighed inside. After some thought, he took out a talisman. It was the only sixth-grade talisman he had, the Nine Turn Sky Soil Disk. He didn't dare to let Lil 'Pagoda act as bait. The disturbance last time had been too big. The Nine Turn Sky Soil Disk had a thread of intelligence. Even though it was not as full of intelligence as Lil 'Pagoda, but it was perfect to use as bait.
Zuo Mo snickered, and threw out the little yao art that he had already prepared.
Wasn't sword essence manifestation a realm that only jindan xiuzhe could reach? But he found it hard to accept the scene that was happening in front of him. A beat later, Xie Shan who was dumbstruck gradually recovered. His mouth was full of bitterness. He, a xiuzhe that had cultivated to jindan, had not reached the realm of sword essence manifestation. It was Ma Fan, a ningmai, who had comprehended it first.
His brow quickly furrowed.
The power of little yao arts was not strong, but yao arts were the bane of fiend souls. This fiend soul didn't even manage to make a wail before it disappeared. Zuo Mo was not in a hurry. He opened his mouth and inhaled. That extremely thin thread of base source flew into his mouth.
She retreated from Vast Water Clear Sky. She needed to digest what she had learned today.
Impossible!
After a whole day, Zuo Mo finally woke up from his meditation. His consciousness had only recovered by half. It was a pity that there were no stars in the sky here, and he could not absorb star power. His consciousness had exploded last time. Even though the number of stars in the void of the sea of consciousness had not increased, but each star had become brighter, blinding and flashing in the void.
In reality, his consciousness was almost completely exhausted. Eight hours of high intensity deconstruction. This was his first time trying it, and his reaction was naturally much stronger.
Ma Fan, who was at the center of the storm, was in an even worse situation. When he realized the problem, there was no way out. The sky here was filled with black fiendish energy. This came from the terrible war of ten thousand years ago, and formed after ten thousand years. It could easily corrode a person's mind.
Xie Shan instantly understood. Ma Fan was cultivating [Clear Sky Sword Scripture]! But then his brow furrowed, and he showed a slightly worried expression. Looking at the crimson red sky that was dyed with blood, the anxiety in his heart increased.
The crimson red sky became even more terrifying. Black clouds silently formed.
Fiendish souls continuously charged out.
"Oh, if you take a talisman with intelligence, it will naturally attract many fiendish souls over." Pu Yao explained, "It's perfect for practicing little yao arts, and … …"
Sword essence manifestation!
Ma Fan's arms were spread open like a great bird spreading its wings, his expression solemn. The fiendish mist seemed to retreat in fright. In the blink of an eye, there was nothing within thirty zhang of him.
The fiendish mist that had not been able to avoid suddenly roiled. Dozens of fiendish mist tentacles leapt at Ma Fan. Dozens of tentacles sealed off every direction around Ma Fan. He had nowhere to escape. These fiendish mist tentacles were as fast as arrows, stabbing at Ma Fan. Just as Ma Fan was about to be wrapped up by them, pia pia pia, the fiendish mist tentacles that flew near Ma Fan suddenly exploded.
These sword essences were ground to powder by the sword essences around Ma Fan.
Hiss-crack!
After Elder threw down these words, he disappeared.
Zuo Mo's heart suddenly sank. This meant that A Gui's body had changed in the past few days. He couldn't help but worry. If it was a good change, then it was a fortunate matter, but if it was a bad change, he did not have any countermeasures.
A Gui's body was a mess, withered and lifeless. From this point, it did not seem any different than usual, but Zuo Mo found that there was an extremely small purple mark on A Gui's heart. Zuo Mo would inspect A Gui every two or three days. He was extremely familiar with the situation inside A Gui's body.
This was … …
The reason the fiendish mist had retreated was because the space around Ma Fan was filled with countless ethereal and invisible sword essences! These sword essences were silently roiling and flowing as though they were nurturing something.
Such a presence caused the people of Vermillion Bird Camp to admire and admire. Boss Ma Fan was really Boss Ma Fan! Vermillion Bird Camp was primarily composed of sword xiu. Everyone's cultivation was not high, but their eyes were not lacking. They understood that Boss Ma Fan definitely had a new understanding of sword essence.
Ma Fan's entire body was wrapped in countless sword essences. These thin and transparent sword essences of the sky were thrown onto the ground.
The Nine Turn Sky Soil Disk that countless people were jealous of was thrown onto the ground. Zuo Mo stood guard nearby, his eyes wide.
When Zuo Mo saw the enormous ball of fiendish mist in the sky, he was very shocked. He hurriedly grabbed Xie Shan to ask. When he learned that Ma Fan was cultivating [Clear Sky Sword Scripture], he couldn't help but worry. But there was nothing he could do. Of all the things he cultivated, sword scriptures were the weakest at present.
He had to find a water cloud embryo as soon as possible! But he also knew that if he rashly entered the deeper parts of the fiendish mist, he would not even have a corpse left. Everyone was furiously cultivating. This was not a good time to enter the fiendish mist.
Countless red-black fiendish mist tentacles flew out of the fiendish mist and leapt at Ma Fan in the air.
The sky here had too many things that did not belong to the sky!
"Sword essence … …" Xie Shan's eyes suddenly widened, the light brightening and his expression changing slightly.
What was star power? Zuo Mo did not feel it. However, all ten stars had grown, and his consciousness recovery speed was much stronger than before. Each star gave off light, and his sea of consciousness was bathed in faint starlight.
According to Pu Yao, he walked the path of star spiritual cultivation. There was star spiritual sand in his consciousness that contained star power.
The camp was at the border of the fiendish mist. It was possible to see threads of fiendish mist of varying thickness slowly float by. His gaze looked towards the deeper parts of the fiendish mist. What would it be like inside?
What he needed to be careful of was the soul base source that slipped through. The feeling this time was clearer than last time. The soul base source that he absorbed into his body burrowed into the stars in the void of his sea of consciousness.
The one who saw it the clearest was Xie Shan.
A Gui did not respond. Zuo Mo shook his head. He really was thinking too much. He grabbed A Gui's hand, and his consciousness burrowed into her body to closely inspect.
Manifestation!
Xie Shan who was cultivating [Fiend Ling] suddenly thought of something. He stopped and raised his head to look at the sky. Almost at the same time, Shu Long also raised his head to look at the sky. His expression changed.
"Shixiong, what are you doing?" At some unknown time, Gongsun Cha had come over and asked curiously.
Zuo Mo instantly became alert. In his view, fiend souls were nourishment. The main reason he wanted to learn the Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art was to use fiend souls to strengthen his consciousness. With his present strength, it was too dangerous to go deep into the fiendish mist.
Zuo Mo's hand shook, and several threads of soul base source floated towards Gongsun Cha.
Compared to last time, the number of fiend souls this time was much less. Zuo Mo was very relaxed.
He did not seem to make any movement before disappearing.
When he had inspected last time, this purple mark had not been there. It could be seen that the purple mark had formed in the last few days.
Zuo Mo suddenly felt a strong sense of urgency.
"You don't remember that you swallowed those soul base sources? If you want to strengthen your consciousness in a short amount of time, this is a pretty good method. "Then Pu Yao said emotionally," Your luck is pretty good! "
Zuo Mo felt very good, very good.
A vast and vicious presence gathered from all directions. Ma Fan was like a small boat that swayed in the storm, and could be destroyed at any time!
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