Night falls, and the empty mountain is quiet.

  Due to the remote location of Donghu, life in the mountains is also quite dull. Outer door disciples often gather together to chat and have fun at night. As for the inner door disciples, most of their time is spent on cultivation. To a certain extent, the survival pressure of the inner door disciples is not less than that of the outer door disciples. They need to work hard to cultivate in order to participate in the demon hunt.

  In a decade, if no one inside participates in hunting and slaying demons, the Sword Cultivation Sect will quickly perish, this is common sense.

  This is the characteristic of Jianxiu sects, they often rise rapidly, but similarly, they perish even faster. The Jianxiu sects with a long history can be counted on one's fingers, and none of them are not mighty and powerful.

  These things have nothing to do with Zuo Mo, and he has no connection with the demon hunters.

  In the darkness, he walked alone on the mountain path. After generations of development, the ferocious beasts that once inhabited the mountains had long since disappeared, so there was no need to worry about safety.

  From the moment he opened his eyes until now, every detail in life has been flashing in his mind, his gaze has become more determined, and his footsteps have quickened.

  The sect didn't treat him with much favor, but he had already gotten used to the life here, a bit hard but also peaceful.

  The only knot in his heart was his origin. The recurring dream, the face that would never have an expression, seemed to be telling him something. But he still had no clue up till now.

  Apart from this knot in his heart, he is quite satisfied with his current life, but he may soon face the fate of being expelled from the door.

  Maybe one day he will leave this place, but at least it's not now.

  And what drove him to make this decision was the impulse that had been stirring in his heart. He didn't understand why, but it seemed that since the last two encounters, the desire for battle in his bones had been suddenly activated.

  Zuo Mo didn't know if this counted as a "battle", but in his heart, the feeling of clashing wasn't frightening to him; instead, he secretly looked forward to it.

  At the level of Lian Qi Eight Layers, in the night it is like daytime, and is unaffected.

  He soon came to his own fifty mu spiritual field.

  The withering is spreading at a very fast speed, more severe than when I left this afternoon, and another large area of Linggu Valley has begun to show signs of withering.

  Walking up to the nearest Linggu, smelling the stench that came from it, he suddenly thought of Guo Lu's vomiting blood and fainting scene during the day, and couldn't help but hesitate. But this hesitation flashed by, and disappeared from his eyes, replaced by a bright light like fire!

  The golden light of Geng Jin Qi is shining brightly in the dark night with a fascinating golden glow, they are like a group of golden elves.

  Zuo Mo took a deep breath, his right hand grasping the golden light of the Heaven and Earth Furnace, resting on the spiritual energy stem in front of him.

  Boom!

  He was like being suddenly dragged into another world.

  Innumerable black seeds like dandelions float in the void, forming a vast black ocean. This dark sea undulates gently, and with each undulation, it emits an immense aura.

  They were all so small and weak, but the breath released by this black sea was something that even Zuo Mo found hard to muster up the will to resist.

  He stared blankly at the vast dark sea, at a loss for what to do. For the first time, his normally fierce and violent aura retreated behind him.

  In Lao Hei Tou's spiritual field, there were three people standing at this moment.

  Among the three, the man with a square face and long beard looked stern and majestic without being angry. The other old man was thin as iron, his eyes were wide open, and his cold gaze was piercing, his sword aura was overwhelming. The remaining one was fat and round, always smiling on his face, laughing and happy.

  If there were disciples here, they would definitely be frightened.

  The one with the natural air of authority is Pei Yu Ran, the leader of our sect. The thin and wiry one is Xin Yan, my uncle. And the smiling chubby one is Yan Le. Among the four of us in the Wu Kong Sword Sect, three have arrived. If this gets out, it will surely cause a huge stir within the sect.

  "Have the two of you ever seen what this thing is?" Pei Yuanshen asked in a low voice. This strange disease came so suddenly, without any warning signs at all. And its momentum was so fierce that within a few days, nearly half of the Lingtian suffered from it.

  This has doomed the Lingtian harvest to suffer heavy losses, with losses exceeding 50%. For a small sect like Wu Kong Jian Men, such losses are enough to affect their operation.

  So when the news reached them, the usually uninterested Master and other Shifu came to investigate.

  However, things were worse than they had imagined, and all three of them were in a terrible mood.

  Xin Yan shook his head: "Never seen before, but it can devour spirits, should be a demon, must be executed!" The last two words were filled with killing intent, cold and chilling!

  "Second Master said it well." Even Yan Le, this old good fellow who usually had a smile on his face all day long, was now as solemn as water: "But I have never been to Wukong Mountain, and there has never been any demon that set foot here. How did this little demon come to my Wukong Mountain?"

  "There's something fishy about this." Pei Yu Ran furrowed his brow, a hint of worry flashing across his face: "Since the demon and magic tribes retreated to the Xuanji Belt three thousand years ago, in the past thousand years, there has never been any news of demons appearing in Jianhe Prefecture. Now, our sect actually has a demon tribe appear, it's really puzzling."

  "Senior brother, why worry so much? Just kill him." Xīn Yán said coldly: "Don't mention that even a small demon who hasn't yet formed its aura, let alone a big demon. Hmph, those who die under our swords are not few!"

  Yan Le's expression turned nostalgic, and he smiled: "I recall the year we three hunted demons together. Second Master's 'Ice Qilin Sword' was truly awe-inspiring, making all evil creatures tremble with fear!"

  The other two couldn't help but reveal a nostalgic and sentimental look.

  "Let's capture this little demon first, on a night as fine as this, returning to the temple to brew tea and reminisce is also one of life's greatest pleasures." Pei Yuanran stroked his beard with a smile.

  Yan Le clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "This is a great idea. Second Master, we'll leave the final blow to you."

  Xin Yan did not decline, his eyes flashing with cold light, and he summoned a flying sword.

  A snow-white crystal flying sword appeared in the sky, emitting a bright and cold light that made the moonlight pale, hanging in the night sky, intimidating people's hearts. This is Xinyan's famous flying sword, the "Ice Scythe Sword".

  "Go!"

  A loud and clear cry, the sound echoes across the fields.

  The icy sword body slightly trembled, transformed into a snow-white ice dragon, its eyes gleaming with ferocity, let out a low growl, and turned into a flowing light, pouncing towards Ling Tian.

  Just as the Flowing Light was about to strike Ling Tian, a sudden change occurred.

  Each withered spiritual valley released a wisp of black smoke, these extremely fine black smokes grew as soon as they encountered the wind, and in the blink of an eye, the spiritual field was shrouded in a layer of jet-black smoke like ink, unable to see one's fingers when stretching out one's hand.

  Three people, including Pei Yuanyan, were surrounded by black smoke, but they didn't show any signs of panic.

  They didn't know that in a nearby place, another outer sect disciple was also shrouded by black smoke.

  Zuo Mo was shocked awake by Xin Ye's clear voice, but at this time he suddenly discovered that he couldn't withdraw his divine sense.

  All he could see was still countless black dandelion seeds drifting through the sky!

  But this sound, whose origin was unknown, disturbed the vast calmness. The black dandelion seeds dancing in the sky were stirred up, like a boundless sea, and suddenly a storm broke out.

  Anger, contempt, helplessness, sadness...

  A multitude of emotions emerged in Zuo Mo's mind, and he was like a wooden puppet filled with countless emotions that didn't belong to him. These emotions were boundless and turbulent, wreaking havoc in the depths of his consciousness.

  However, Zuo Mo's consciousness was clearer than ever.

  What's more pathetic than having even one's consciousness controlled?

  He suddenly felt as if something had been triggered in his heart, and a surge of unprecedented disgust and hatred rose up!

  Damn it!

  Zuo Mo's body was trembling, every joint in his body shaking, the tremors growing more and more intense, the scene extremely bizarre.

  In the sea of knowledge, he struggled crazily and roared wildly!

  "Get out!"

  Filled with tearing roars, like rolling thunder, echoing in the vast and boundless black ocean above.

  The emotions that had been raging in his heart suddenly vanished with this loud roar. He could still feel the various emotions coming from the black ocean, but these emotions would no longer occupy his mind.

  Right after that, he saw an unforgettable scene in his life.

  A snow-white sword light descended from the sky!

  One sword!

  He thought the boundless black ocean was actually split in two! The grandeur and majesty of this sword were indescribable, Zuo Mo was stunned, his mind, at this moment, was frozen by the dazzling light of this one sword.

  Fear had instinctively taken over every corner of his mind.

  Everything seemed to slow down, and after a sword that destroyed the sky and earth, countless tiny sword intents, like a group of ferocious sharks, chased those black dandelion seeds, leaving nothing in their wake.

  The black ocean emits anxious and fearful emotions...

  Zuo Mo's smile had frozen, just now the Black Sea of Consciousness had manipulated his emotions, thoroughly infuriating him.

  The battle ended quickly, with no second sword appearing. This one sword had already completely wiped out the black ocean. The Spiritual Valley returned to normal, but it was severely damaged and needed time to recover. His control over his divine sense also returned to his own hands. As he retreated from the Spiritual Valley, he couldn't help but wipe away the cold sweat on his forehead.

  The danger tonight far exceeded his imagination, and now thinking about it, he can't help but feel a lingering fear.

  His whole body went limp and he sat on the ground, his entire body drenched in sweat. The night wind blew over, and he shivered instantly.

  He returned to his own courtyard in a state of utter despair.

  What are those black dandelions in Linggu? And whose was that sword light that suddenly appeared later?

  That one sword brought him a shock that was too strong! The icy and bone-piercing, murderous and omnipresent sword intent of the Tianyan Sword, deeply imprinted in his heart. He suddenly understood why so many people chose to cultivate swords, as the pursuit of power is human nature!

  What's more, it is such a powerful and terrifying force!

  These fifty mu of Linggu Valley have finally been saved. Although this year's yield will be greatly reduced, the part that should be enough for rent should still be sufficient.

  He finally let out a sigh of relief, sat down and checked his spiritual consciousness. He had never experienced such a situation tonight, and he was worried that it would have some bad influence on him.

  As soon as he entered meditation, his complexion suddenly changed drastically!

  In his mind, a black dandelion seed was floating!