After emerging from meditation, the left Mo Qi benefits the spirit and feet, the whole body feels light and floating, extremely comfortable.

  Out of the quiet room, with the sound of jade, jumped onto the roof.

  He stretched out his fingers, and with a slight movement of his heart, the pale golden "Geng Jin Qi Meng" appeared effortlessly. Zuo Mo was delighted in his heart, this time's bitter practice had not been in vain, his control over "Geng Jin Qi Meng" had improved significantly.

  Only to see the "Geng Jin Qi Mang" surrounding his fingers suddenly speeding up, then suddenly stopping, twinkling and sparkling, like a small puff of fine golden sand, which is really beautiful in the night.

  He suddenly had an idea in his mind, could it be that this "Geng Jin Qi Meng" was actually a kind of attacking technique?

  The previous small but extremely brutal fight had given him this idea.

  However, based on his understanding of the Spirit Planters, it is a typical non-combat profession. He had never heard that any Spirit Planter was good at fighting. Moreover, not everyone in the sect could master the "Geng Jin Qi Meng". Everyone's talents were different, just as Zuo Mo couldn't cultivate the third level of the "Small Cloud and Rain Technique", there were naturally people who excelled at other types of techniques.

  Among the outer disciples, there is a senior brother who has cultivated the "Geng Jin Qi Meng" to the second layer. Not only that, but also the "Cao Mu Jue", "Di Qi Jue" and "Chi Yan Jue" all have practitioners, they just aren't very skilled.

  Was I wrong?

  This problem has been swirling in his mind and cannot be shaken off.

  However, he soon became unwilling to think about this issue anymore. He picked up the sound crystal, inputted his spiritual power, and placed it beside him.

  Resting her head on her arm, gazing up at the vast starry sky, her heart gradually calmed down. The night breeze rustled softly, cool and refreshing, with an indescribable sense of comfort. Listening to the continuous stream of messages from the earpiece, Mo An fell asleep quietly.

  The next day, he went to the medicine field and watered it once. He also watered a fellow disciple who had made an agreement with him. Then he returned to his own small courtyard.

  Passing by Lingtian, looking at the neat rows of spiritual valleys, I suddenly thought of the doubts in my heart last night.

  He hesitated for a moment, then decided to try again.

  He placed his hand on a spiritual valley, [Geng Jin Qi Meng] silently seeped into the plant, just like yesterday, Mo Zuo connected his heart and [Geng Jin Qi Meng].

  Soon, [Geng Jin Qi Meng] discovered a group of aphids, and Zuo Mo immediately became tense. The brutal aura from yesterday still lingered in his heart.

  However, today's situation was far beyond his expectations. The [Geng Jin Qi Meng] did not encounter any resistance, and all the aphids were crushed into powder in less than a cup of tea. The entire process went smoothly, without any hindrance.

  How did this happen?

  He was somewhat perplexed, and his hand immediately touched another Linggu. The situation was exactly the same. Was it a problem with yesterday's Linggu? He shook his head, today's two Linggu were no different from yesterday's Linggu.

  What's wrong?

  He ran to the Lingguo from yesterday and checked again, indeed there was no difference. However, he found that this Lingguo was significantly better than yesterday, with more vibrant leaves and aphid powder becoming its nutrient. Judging from his two years of planting experience, the yield of this Lingguo will definitely be much higher than before.

  Zuo Mo was overjoyed in his heart. The question of whether the "Geng Gold Element Spear" counted as an attacking move or not was quickly thrown aside by him.

  What's more practical than increasing production? Linggu is Crystal Stone, and Crystal Stone is all sorts of magical artifacts and techniques...

  With great momentum, Zuo Mo began his work of weeding out the spiritual plants in the five mu of spiritual fields, determined to not let a single sprout escape.

  For ten whole days, every day except for going to the medicine field and spiritual field to water, all the time was spent in his courtyard's Spiritual Valley. One by one, he used [Gengjin Qi Meng], when his spiritual energy was exhausted, he would run to the quiet room to meditate and recover, then continue again, repeating this process. Later on, he was almost completely numb, mechanically casting [Gengjin Qi Meng].

  After the last Linggu Valley unleashed [Gengjin Qimang], looking at the neat spiritual fields, the momentum was gratifying, and the lush green Linggu Valley made him feel an intense sense of accomplishment.

  The people who can use [Geng Jin Qi Meng] are not just him, but no one in the sect is as crazy as he is, going to check on every single Ling Valley, the workload is really terrifying! They only use [Geng Jin Qi Meng] after symptoms of abnormalities appear in the Ling Valley.

  If it weren't for that short stretch of spiritual vein in the quiet room, Zuo Mo wouldn't have dared to do this.

  Ten consecutive days of heavy work had left Luo Mo both physically and mentally exhausted.

  He now only wants to do one thing, which is to go back to his room and have a good sleep.

  Just as he was about to move his feet, suddenly a pink little crane flew straight from afar and hovered in front of him.

  "Huh!" Zuomo felt a sense of familiarity, tilted his head and thought for half a day before remembering the pink origami crane he had picked up while sweeping the yard more than ten days ago.

  That's not right, the small thousand cranes can't be located. The small thousand cranes need to find their target with the guidance of an imprint. Last time's small thousand cranes had their master's imprint, and only needed to infuse spiritual energy, they would fly to their own master.

  But I didn't leave any mark!

  But all seals require spiritual power. In order to avoid the other party finding himself, Zuo Mo didn't dare use a bit of spiritual power when writing those two characters.

  The first time I flew here by myself was luck. But if it's the second time and I still end up here, it can't be explained by luck alone.

  What a strange event!

  Observed for a moment the delicate small crane floating in front of me, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out my hand and plucked it down.

  Holding the small crane, enter the quiet room.

  Sitting on the cushion, he began to disassemble the small thousand cranes.

  On the pink paper spread out, there were only two words, still in Juan's handwriting from last time.

  When these two words entered his field of vision, a sudden change occurred!

  A chill ran down Mo's spine, and an intense sense of danger made his hairs stand on end! It was as if a sharp sword was pressed against his throat, the icy coldness of the blade slicing through his skin with ease, spreading rapidly throughout his body.

  Damn it, can't move!

  The zombie's face had a pair of terrified eyes, Luo Mo's entire body was frozen stiff by this chill, he couldn't even move his fingers!

  Their revenge? Punishment? Joke?

  No time to think about it, he was like a wild beast tied up, the only remaining instinct was to struggle! He struggled desperately, trying to regain control of his body. The spirit went crazy, but there was no effect, and his body remained motionless, stiffening in place.

  The icy breath grew stronger, it was like a cold-blooded and ruthless monster, slowly closing in on Zuo Mo, opening its bloody mouth wide. It seemed to be certain that Zuo Mo had no room for resistance.

  On the left was a wax figure with an awkward posture, its expressionless face stiff and laughable.

  Only his eyes, those eyes filled with fear, despair and anger, were at odds with his stiff and emaciated body, his rigid and laughable face.

  He was constantly in a state of futile struggle, and that chilling aura that filled him with fear easily pushed him to the brink of despair, with no way out.

  The deep-seated resentment and anger suddenly burst into flames.

  Get lost!

  Frenzied rotation of the Geng Metal Qi, all spiritual energy, carrying his entire heart and soul, charged towards this cold air current!

  This is his only means.

  The only experience that can be called a battle was the first time he used [Geng Jin Qi Meng] on Linggu. He still remembers the violent and tyrannical aura, and the impact it had on his heart. But compared to this cold aura, the spiritual consciousness of thousands of aphids gathered together is weak and small, like an infant.

  At this time he was like a madman, wielding his scythe and charging at the fully armed enemy.

  Geng Metal Energy: Like a cluster of pale golden clouds, as soon as it emerges, it triggers an attack from this energy.

  In a daze, Zuomo seemed to see countless flying swords with dazzling tails, bringing whistling sounds, flying towards him! The cold and severe sword intent intersected and crisscrossed, he couldn't avoid it!

  Bright pupils thoroughly turned into a raging sea of flames, bursting to the extreme edge of the eye socket with a loud crack, fresh blood flowing down along the cheeks, drawing two bright scars on the stiff face.

  He didn't feel anything.

  The spiritual energy throughout his body began to show signs of losing control under the frantic rotation, he didn't stop at all, and continued to speed up the rotation of the spiritual energy.

  Under the urging of full force, 【Geng Jin Qi Meng】seems to have become abnormally mad, it does not retreat but advances, pouncing on that cold breath.

  If someone were to walk into Luo Mo's room at this moment, they would see a strange scene. A mass of pale golden clouds was violently rolling and surging, as if something invisible was constantly eroding it, its volume shrinking continuously.

  The pale golden cloud cluster rolled more violently, but tightly protected Luo Mo.

  The battle grew more and more brutal, but in the face of the icy aura that seemed to be a forest of swords, [Geng Jin Qi Meng] did not retreat in the slightest. Like treating an aphid's spiritual consciousness, [Geng Jin Qi Meng] released this aura as if it were the spiritual consciousness released by a gigantic aphid!

  Zuo Mo had no time to pay attention to the Golden Light, he only had one thought in his mind - faster, even faster!

  The speed of the spiritual power circulation has reached an alarming level. He had never tried to let the spiritual power circulate at this speed before, he didn't dare to. But now, with his eyes red from killing, Zuo Mo could only regret that the speed of the spiritual power circulation was not fast enough, and he continued to accelerate it!

  His head spun and he felt as if something had burst inside him; his consciousness suddenly sank into a daze.

  Spiritual energy is like a runaway horse, completely out of control. The originally violently fluctuating "Geng Metal Qi" suddenly fluctuates even more violently, like boiling water, and the shape of the cloud body is extremely unstable. If a deeply cultivated practitioner sees such a scene, they will definitely be shocked and lose color, spiritual energy out of control, followed by explosion and death!

  Suddenly, a hot flow entered Zuo Mo's meridians from his heart.

  The violent spiritual power suddenly became extremely docile, its rotational speed increased instead of decreasing, and the intense fluctuations of the "Geng Metal Qi" disappeared quietly without warning.

  Surprisingly, that cold breath seemed to have also sensed something was amiss and retreated for the first time.

  The quiet [Geng Jin Qi Meng] cloud cluster changes and is reborn, quickly recovering to the middle. The cold air also follows the change.

  A pale golden seven-sectioned cone resembling a pagoda!

  A crescent-shaped flying sword with a small bell hanging from it in sky blue color!

  They faced each other quietly, but in the blink of an eye, both sides started at the same time.

  One cone and one sword transformed into two streams of golden and blue light, colliding with each other with unparalleled precision.

  Ping!

  A crisp, crystal-clear sound shattered, and a burst of glittering fragments exploded in the air, like fireworks, with blue and gold alternating, truly beautiful.

  After an unknown period of time, Zuo Mo slowly opened his eyes, his entire body in severe pain, his skin feeling as if it was being ripped apart. He couldn't help but let out a groan. This groan also suddenly made his hazy consciousness clear up.

  I can move on my own!

  That damned aura has disappeared!

  He was stunned at first, and then a surge of indescribable joy arose. He wanted to throw his head back and laugh loudly, but before he could even move the corners of his mouth, the muscles twitched and pulled on the wound, immediately turning into a pained cry. Although he didn't know what had just happened, there was no doubt that he had won!

  He still held a pink note in his hand with two words written on it.

  "Bad guy!"

  Her handwriting was still elegant and refined, her tone of voice didn't seem very old, but in the depths of Lemo's heart, a deep-seated disgust involuntarily arose.

  What a vicious woman! She actually wants his life!

  These two words must have been set up by the opponent with a spiritual attack. Being able to release such a terrifying attack through just two words, it's absolutely not someone that can be provoked by oneself, Left Mo is extremely clear about this point. Whether the sect leader and the master uncles can do this or not, he doesn't know, but the inner door disciples are absolutely no one who can reach this state.

  That is to say, the strength of a ruthless woman must far exceed that of her senior brother in the same school.

  However, after walking around the Ghost Gate, he didn't feel much fear, even if his opponent's strength far exceeded his.

  He had heard of those powerful cultivators being indifferent and arrogant towards lower-level cultivators. But he never thought that the other party would actually be moved to kill because of two words!

  Brother is too simple!

  Zuo Mo took a deep breath, wincing at the sharp pain from his wound, and struggled to get up, gritting his teeth as he inched his way to the edge of the table.

  Still the bright and thick cinnabar, still that wolf hair brush, Zuo Mo fiercely stirred it several times.

  His right arm seemed to have been broken into several segments, and even a slight movement caused pain to the bone. He gritted his teeth and grasped the wolf hair brush with great effort, and a few drops of bright red cinnabar dripped from the tip of the pen onto the pink paper, like bloodstains, dotting the deep red.

  Because of the pain, Zuomou's mouth was subconsciously exhaling cold air, his right hand grasping a wolf hair brush, extremely serious about leaving three crooked and twisted characters on the pink paper.

  "Grandpa is waiting for you!"

  He threw away the pen in his hand, looked at it a few times, and let out a few unpleasant strange laughs. His right hand was disobedient, and after half an hour, he finally managed to fold the paper into a paper crane with great difficulty.

  Unfortunately, it didn't turn out as well as last time's two characters, leaving some regret.

  On one hand, he was in so much pain that he was gasping for breath, while on the other hand, he was pouring his last bit of spiritual energy into the paper crane.

  As he watched the little pink crane disappear into the distance, he repeatedly cursed this cruel woman countless times in his heart.

  After doing all that, he could no longer hold on, exhausted and drained, his eyes turned black, his whole body like a wooden stump, and he fell to the ground with a thud, passing out directly.

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  There is still one more watch at night.