The battle became fiercer and fiercer. [Aged Gold Energy] facing the cold presence of the sword energy, it didn't retreat at all. Like it treated the ling consciousness of an aphid, [Aged Gold Energy] treated this presence as the ling consciousness released by an enormous aphid!
Stretching out a finger, his mind moved and the faint gold [Aged Gold Energy] appeared effortlessly. Zuo Mo was overjoyed. He hadn't suffered for nothing this time. His control of [Aged Gold Energy] had clearly increased.
That damned aura had already disappeared!
Damn it, he couldn't move!
He only wanted to do one thing right now. Go back to his room and have a good sleep.
After doing all that, he couldn't hold on anymore. His eyes darkened and like a piece of wood, he dropped head first onto the ground and fainted.
He was slightly puzzled. His hand then touched the other ling grain. The situation was the same. Was it the problem with the ling grain from yesterday? He shook his head. There was no difference between the two ling grains today and the one from yesterday.
These two words definitely had been set up by the other as a spiritual attack. To be able to use these two words to release such a terrifying attack, it definitely wasn't someone he could provoke. Zuo Mo was very clear on this point. He didn't know if the sect leader and the shishu could do this, but among the inner sect shixiong, no one could reach this level.
Waking up from meditation, Zuo Mo was full of energy, his body light and extremely comfortable.
After ten consecutive days of heavy work, Zuo Mo was extremely tired, both mentally and physically.
The faint gold cloud rolled even more violently but tightly protected Zuo Mo.
The icy presence continuously increased. It was like a cold-blooded and emotionless monster, indifferently approaching Zuo Mo, opening its gaping maw. It seemed to be certain that Zuo Mo didn't have any room to resist.
His entire right hand seemed to have broken into several pieces. Just a slight movement and the pain reached into his bones. Gritting his teeth, he gripped the brush. A few drops of bright red cinnabar dripped down from the tip of the brush and landed on the pink paper. It was like blood, dots of red.
One awl and one sword, turning into two streams of light, one gold and one blue, accurately colliding together.
Because of the pain, Zuo Mo's mouth unconsciously sucked in a cold breath. His right hand gripping the brush, he very seriously wrote down three crooked words on the pink paper.
At this time, he was like a madman, raising a sickle and charging at the fully armed enemy.
That's not right, the wishing crane can't be located. The Little Thousand Crane could find its target because it needed the imprint to guide it. Last time, the Little Thousand Crane had its master's mark. As long as spiritual power was poured into it, it would fly to its master.
However, all imprints needed to contain spiritual power. To prevent the other from finding him, when Zuo Mo wrote those two words, he didn't dare to use any ling power.
His efforts were futile. That frightening cold aura had easily forced him into a desperate situation, leaving him with nowhere to retreat.
For ten whole days, besides going to the herb fields and spirit fields to make rain, he spent all his time on the spirit grains in his courtyard. He used the [Golden Geng Aura] one by one, and when his spiritual power was exhausted, he would run to the quiet room to meditate and recover, and then he would continue again, and so on. In the end, he was almost completely numb as he mechanically used the [Golden Hepta Aura].
On the zombie's face was a pair of terrified eyes. Zuo Mo's entire body was frozen by this coldness. He couldn't even move a finger!
However, after taking a trip to the gates of hell, he wasn't afraid at all, even if the other party's strength far surpassed his.
I'm too naive!
He had heard that those strong xiuzhe had a cold and arrogant attitude towards the lower level xiuzhe. But he had never thought that the other would have murderous intent because of those two words!
He still held the pink paper in his hand. On it was written two words.
It was still the bright and thick cinnabar, and it was still the weasel bristle. Zuo Mo dipped it a few times.
Under full activation, the [Golden Hepta Aura] seemed to become abnormally crazy. It didn't retreat, but advanced, leaping towards that cold energy.
A faint gold pagoda shaped like a seven segmented cone!
He didn't feel it.
Putting his hand on a ling grain, the [Golden Hepta Aura] silently permeated into the plant. Just like yesterday, Zuo Mo connected his mind with the [Golden Hepta Aura].
A clear sound of glass shattering. A ball of fragmented energy exploded in the air, like fireworks, blue and gold alternating, extremely beautiful.
A cold energy suddenly covered Zuo Mo. An extremely strong feeling of danger made all the hairs on his body stand up! It was like there was a peerlessly sharp flying sword at his throat. The coldness of the sword easily pierced through his skin and quickly spread throughout his body.
The [Golden Hepta Aura] was like a faint gold cloud. Just as it came out, it attracted the attack of this energy.
He ran to the ling grain from yesterday and inspected it again. There really wasn't any difference. However, he found that this ling grain was clearly growing much better than yesterday. The leaves were more verdant and the powder of the aphids had become nutrients for it. With his two years of experience, the yield of this ling grain was definitely much higher than before.
The first time it flew to where he was, that was luck. But if it was the second time, it definitely couldn't be explained by luck.
Observing the exquisite Little Thousand Crane that was floating in front of him, after hesitating, Zuo Mo reached out and plucked it.
Yet, the situation today was out of his expectations. [Golden Hepta Aura] didn't meet any resistance. All of the aphids were crushed into powder in less than ten minutes. The entire process was completed in one go, without any obstruction.
When the two words entered his vision, a change occurred!
A very strange event!
"Bad egg!"
Looking at the pink Little Thousand Crane disappear into the horizon, he repeatedly cursed this vicious woman countless times inside.
The ling energy in his body started to show signs of losing control under the furiously working. He didn't stop and continued to speed up the ling energy.
That small but abnormally fierce battle before made him have this idea.
After hesitating for a moment, he decided to try again.
"Ye will wait for you!"
Suddenly, a warm flow entered the channels from Zuo Mo's chest.
The anger and discontent at the bottom of his heart was suddenly ignited.
Furiously working [Golden Hepta Aura], all of the ling energy, carrying all of his mind, headed towards this icy presence!
But, with his understanding of ling plant farmers, it was a classic non-combat profession. He had never heard of a ling plant farmer that was skilled in combat. Also, it wasn't just him in the sect that knew [Golden Hepta Aura]. Each person's talent was different. Zuo Mo was able to cultivate the third level of [Little Art of Cloud and Rain], naturally there were people skilled in other kinds of spells.
In other words, the strength of this vicious woman far surpassed the shixiong of the sect.
An unknown amount of time later, Zuo Mo dazedly opened his eyes. His entire body was in pain, his skin seemed to be cracking. He couldn't help but groan. This moan also abruptly woke him up from his daze.
If he didn't have the seclusion room and the little section of ling vein, Zuo Mo wouldn't dare to do this.
What was surprising was that the icy presence seemed to detect the abnormality and retreated for the first time.
Coming out of the seclusion room, he took the sound tablet and jumped onto the roof.
This was his only move.
Throwing away the pen in his hand, Zuo Mo gave a few ugly laughs after a few glances. His right hand didn't listen to him. After an hour, he managed to fold the pink paper into a paper crane.
His head resting on his arms, looking at the vast starry sky, his heart gradually calmed. The night wind blew, cool and unspeakably comfortable. Listening to the information continuously broadcast from the sound tablet, Zuo Mo peacefully fell asleep.
Was he wrong?
Sitting on the meditation mat, he started to take apart this Little Thousand Crane.
The clear pupils had completely turned into a burning sea of fire. The edges of the eye sockets that had been stretched to the limit cracked. Fresh blood flowed down his face. On the wooden face, it drew out two bright lines.
Zuo Mo was like a wax figure with a strange posture. That expressionless face was so wooden it was laughable.
A water blue moon-shaped flying sword with a little bell hanging on it!
Zuo Mo didn't have time to pay attention to [Aged Gold Energy]. There was only one thought in his head – faster, faster!
The handwriting was still elegant, the tone didn't seem old, but the dying Zuo Mo couldn't help but feel a deep disgust.
Silently facing each other, but in the blink of an eye, both sides moved at the same time.
Zuo Mo was overjoyed. The question of whether [Aged Gold Energy] counted as an offensive spell was quickly thrown to one side.
Passing by the ling fields, looking at the neat rows of ling grains, he suddenly thought of the question he had last night.
In a daze, Zuo Mo seemed to see countless flying swords dragging blinding tails, howling as they flew towards him! The cold and sharp sword essences crisscrossed. He couldn't avoid them!
The next day, he went to the medicine fields to make rain, and then made rain for a shidi that he had an agreement with. He returned to his own little yard.
If someone walked into Zuo Mo's room at this time, they would see a strange scene. A ball of faint gold clouds, fiercely roiling, as though there was something invisible continuously eroding it. Its volume continuously shrank.
Zuo Mo took a deep breath, pulling at the pain from his wounds. He struggled to climb up, gritting his teeth as he moved to the table.
The other's revenge? Punishment? A joke?
In the outer sect disciples, there was a shixiong that had cultivated [Aged Gold Energy] to the second level. Not just [Aged Gold Energy], even [Art of Flora], [Art of Earth Energy] and [Art of Crimson Flame] were cultivated by people, but their skill levels weren't high.
The [Aged Gold Energy] that was revolving around his finger suddenly spun and then suddenly stopped. The dots were like tiny golden sand, extremely beautiful in the night.
Why was it like this?
The speed at which the ling energy was moving had already reached a shocking level. He had never tried to move ling energy at this kind of speed. He didn't dare. But at this time, red-eyed, Zuo Mo only hated that the ling energy wasn't moving fast enough. He continued to increase the speed at which the ling energy was moving!
The explosive ling energy suddenly became tamed. The speed didn't decrease, but increased. The violent vibrations of [Aged Gold Energy] disappeared without warning and calmed down.
But very quickly, he didn't want to think about this problem anymore. Picking up the sound tablet, he put in ling energy and put it next to him.
The quiet [Aged Gold Energy] cloud changed again. It quickly retreated to the center. The icy presence also changed.
It was a pity that it wasn't as beautiful as the two characters last time. Zuo Mo was slightly regretful.
He first paused and then an unspeakable pleasure rose. He wanted to laugh at the sky, but before the corner of his mouth could move, his muscles pulled at his wounds and it instantly turned into a wail. Even though he didn't know what had just happened, but without doubt, he had won!
A thought suddenly jumped into his mind. Was this [Aged Gold Energy] actually a kind of offensive spell?
There was no time to think about this. He was like a tied up beast. The only remaining instinct was to struggle! He furiously struggled, wanting to take back control of his body. Furiously channeling ling energy, there was no effect. His body didn't move. He froze on the spot.
This question circled around in his mind and couldn't be erased.
The ling energy was like a wild horse, completely out of control. The [Aged Gold Energy] that had been vibrating violently suddenly vibrated even more violently like boiling water. The shape of the cloud was extremely unstable. If a xiuzhe with high cultivation saw this scene, they would pale. Losing control of their ling energy, what followed was the explosion of their body!
Zuo Mo's head exploded as though something was broken. His consciousness suddenly sank into a daze.
What was more tangible than increasing production? Ling grains were jingshi, jingshi were all kinds of talismans, spells … …
But he hadn't left any marks!
Just as he prepared to move his feet, suddenly, a pink Little Thousand Crane flew straight at him from afar and stopped in front of him.
Only the eyes. That pair of eyes filled with terror, hopelessness, and anger. Compared to his stiff and thin body, and his silly and laughable face, it was completely out of place!
Ping!
Full of motivation, Zuo Mo started to get rid of the insects in the ling fields. Five mu of ling fields, he didn't want to miss a single ling grain.
Such a vicious woman! She wanted his little life!
The only thing he had experienced that could be called a battle was the first time he used [Aged Gold Energy] on the ling grains. He still remembered that brutal presence at the time and the impact it had on his mind. But the ling consciousness of thousands of aphids, compared to this icy presence, was as weak as a baby.
"Hm!" Zuo Mo felt it was slightly familiar. Tilting his head and thinking for a while, he finally remembered the wishing Little Thousand Crane that he had picked up while cleaning the yard ten days ago. That one was also pink.
He wasn't the only one who knew [Aged Gold Energy] but no one in the sect would be as crazy as him. Going one by one to inspect the ling grains, the amount of work was too terrifying! They would only use [Aged Gold Energy] when the ling grains showed signs of disease.
Very quickly, [Aged Gold Energy] found a group of aphids. Zuo Mo instantly became nervous. That brutal presence yesterday, he still had lingering fear.
After using [Aged Gold Energy] on the last ling grain, looking at the neat ling fields, the healthy growth, the lush ling grains, a strong sense of accomplishment rose in his heart.
As he hissed in pain, he channeled the last bit of ling energy in his body into the paper crane.
Go die!
He could move now!
On the opened pink paper, there were only two words. It was still the beautiful handwriting from last time.
Holding the little crane, he walked into the seclusion room.
Where was the problem?
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