Su suddenly moved to Luo's side, and Luo's heart secretly became vigilant.

  "Are you Zuo Mo's senior?" Su decided to take matters into her own hands, that soft and spineless zombie was still not reacting even now. The soft and spineless zombie might be indifferent to victory, but she couldn't be.

  "Uh-huh." Luo Li responded with a somewhat unexpected "uh-huh".

  "One person, one." Su's speech was extremely fast: "I'll take Ghost Wind."

  Luo Li was even more surprised. Could it be that Zuo Mo's friend? Was it true or false? His mind spun quickly, weighing the pros and cons.

  He secretly guarded himself, but his mouth didn't hesitate to say: "Okay, I'll choose the yellow-faced man." Although it's impossible to judge true or false, from any angle, it won't harm him.

  They clashed as soon as they met.

  The conversation between the two was clearly audible to the other three as well.

  Chang Heng remained unmoved, a faint smile on his face, and Gui Feng vanished into thin air.

  Everyone had a tacit understanding in their hearts, each searching for a place to engage in a fierce battle, only Chang Heng remained stationary, looking up at the halos above his head and falling into deep thought.

  Zuo Mo didn't care what was happening in the formation, he had made up his mind and wouldn't waver.

  The internal injuries had a great impact on him, and the spiritual energy in his body was stagnant when operating. After cultivating "Fetal Breathing and Spiritual Refining", he hadn't experienced the pain of his divine consciousness being injured for a long time. However, in the previous two battles, even his most skilled divine consciousness couldn't escape unscathed.

  This is the result of crossing the boundary and fighting, even with the help of the symbol array, he was still inevitably injured.

  But if one only looks at the surface, no one would think that he has already injured his meridians. His gaze is focused and calm, clear and quiet, without a single distracting thought, his finger movements although not as fast as before like lightning, but also like clouds flowing water, giving people another kind of beauty.

  In the sky, Wuling Sanren couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration: "This child will surely become a great talent!"

  Wei Fei also showed a look of admiration: "Being able to withstand the full force of Yang's three swords, heavily injuring Zong Mingyan, is something to be proud of! Heaven really favors Wu Kong Sword Sect, with one Wei Sheng and one Zuomeng Mo, we can rest easy for a hundred years!"

  For some reason, the Wuling Sanren suddenly sighed: "What a pity, born not in time! Under the overturned nest, can there be intact eggs? Such talent, if it withers prematurely, is indeed a pity!"

  Wei Fei burst out laughing: "I, however, hold a different view from the scattered people. It's precisely because they have exceptional talents that they need to be tempered even more. Heroes emerge in chaotic times! Without chaotic times, it would also be hard to see heroes!"

  Wuling Sanren heard this and chuckled to himself: "Wei younger brother is right, I'm old, I've really gotten old."

  With a clear mind, no thoughts of winning or losing, and a calm state, the speed of weaving the Mo Bu formation has unknowingly increased greatly. Almost without thinking, the materials slide through my fingers, the techniques come together naturally, and everything flows smoothly.

  Before long, the Tian Huan Yue Ming formation of the 72 Child Array was actually completed!

  He stared blankly at the fully completed formation in front of him, somewhat disbelieving and seemingly lost in thought.

  Fiercely wounded, he drifted in and out of consciousness, his emotions shifting from turmoil to serenity. Initially filled with anticipation and a strong desire for victory, he then hoped to defeat the enemy, only to shift again to focusing solely on the present moment, devoid of thoughts of winning or losing. In this brief period, he seemed to have experienced an eternity.

  He stood stupidly in the array, like a clay sculpture, motionless.

  The battle between Wei Wenhao and Gu Yongping on the main peak is still ongoing.

  A bloody hue filled Wei's field of vision, blurry and indistinct. His numerous sword wounds were beyond count, with fresh blood soaking his clothes, obscuring his features, transforming him into a blood-soaked person!

  Many of the spectators who were watching the trial could not bear to look any longer, and even Tian Songzi couldn't help but rush over to ask if they should stop the trial. Pei Yuanran did not stop the trial, but he clenched his fists tightly, with his fingernails deeply embedded in his flesh without realizing it.

  Gu Yongping was also not doing well, with three sword wounds on his body. The three sword wounds were not deep, but fresh blood still seeped into a large patch on his chest. His sword intent remained as unpredictable and elusive as before, but the onlookers could easily detect his weakness.

  No one would think that Gu Yong's strength is not good enough. After a long and bitter fight, it's only natural to feel tired and weak.

  Gu Yongping also knew that his situation was getting worse and worse, but he couldn't help it. Before a quarter of an hour had passed, Wei Sheng was already covered in wounds and on the verge of collapse, yet after a quarter of an hour had passed, Wei Sheng still managed to hold on. He seemed as if he could fall over at any moment, yet he didn't fall over. Every time Gu Yongping thought that with just one more blow, he could knock down his opponent, but when he put in the effort, he found that apart from leaving a sword wound on his opponent's body, there was no other gain, and his opponent could still withstand it.

  Before Wei Sheng fell down, Gu Yongping found himself unknowingly trapped in a predicament.

  The three sword wounds on his body were proof.

  His swordsmanship was like drawing silk from a cocoon, casting a large net to trap his opponent, then slowly grinding down their strength, causing them to lose all space and suffocate to death. He successfully trapped his opponent, but the opponent did not stop struggling.

  Both sides fell into a stalemate. The opponent's tenacity far exceeded his expectations, his spiritual power was rapidly draining, the sharpness of his sword was gradually lost, and his movements began to slow down. His opponent seized the opportunity to counterattack!

  The longer the time, the heavier the fear in Gu Yongping's heart.

  Wei Sheng was like a tireless beast, more like an inanimate object that felt no pain. The sword edge swept across his body, except for the dull hum he made, except for the splashing of fresh blood, it seemed to have no effect on him at all.

  The war between hunters and beasts, the hunters gradually lose their advantage.

  Zuo Mo's symbol array was dazzling, making everyone feel as if they were in a dream. But the battle between Wei Su and Gu Yong Ping made everyone feel shocked, a shock that came from deep within their souls!

  Time passed bit by bit, and the murmurs of discussion grew fainter, while the unbearable pain in many people's eyes became increasingly intense.

  Watching a blood-soaked figure fight silently, struggling desperately. The figure flying in the air is on the verge of collapse, with fresh blood dripping from its body and falling from the sky.

  No one has the mood to talk anymore.

  Although Wei Sheng has not yet won, in everyone's eyes, there is only this figure covered in blood.

  The battle of Songtao Pavilion is still ongoing. The Tianhuan Moon Whistle Array has attracted the vast majority of masters, causing many people to cheer and become excited, with many thinking that their battles to enter the top ten will increase greatly. However, the development of events is completely opposite to what they imagined.

  Without the intimidation of the expert, many cultivators who had originally planned to hide their figures lost their pressure and patience. They no longer hid in the corners, and the killings became even more intense.

  However, no one dares to approach the Tianhuan Moon Whistle Array, nor does anyone dare to approach the main peak.

  The Tian Huan Yue Ming formation was like a mysterious and eerie beast, its bloody mouth wide open, with no one knowing what lay inside. The fierce battle between the two at the main peak made all the cultivators who witnessed it in the Song Tao Pavilion feel terrified, deeply terrified!

  Even the judges inside Songtao Pavilion were focusing their attention on these two places, wishing that all other battles would end immediately.

  Zuo Mo felt as if he had fallen into a huge grey bubble, with strange grey substances filling his surroundings in all directions.

  Although he was wearing a spiritual armor, the spiritual armor did not give him any sense of isolation. He seemed to be naked and immersed in the gray substance. It was neither warm nor cold, but a very strange feeling. The only thing he could accurately describe was that it felt familiar. He seemed to be very familiar with this gray substance, not at all unfamiliar.

  What is this gray matter? He seems to understand everything, yet he seems to understand nothing.

  He stretched out his hand and grasped at it, but caught nothing.

  Where is this? What is this?

  He felt he should know, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't think of it. He was somewhat bewildered, and everything around him didn't give him any hints, his only clue being that familiar feeling.

  What is this? Luo Mo furrowed his brow and thought hard, feeling that he had to find the answer.

  He subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed another handful of the gray substance, but still couldn't catch anything.

  This thing is like air, intangible and invisible, and Mo Zhen thought secretly in his heart.

  Wait, intangible and invisible...

  Zuo Mo suddenly shook his head, he knew what this was!

  Divine consciousness! This is divine consciousness!

  Just as he told himself that this was a moment of divine insight, the familiar feeling in his body suddenly became incredibly strong, and at the same time, the scenery around him changed abruptly.

  Far beneath, there was a place like a small island. On the island, there was a sea of fire with countless bright red flames dancing. A tombstone stood on it, and a man in black sat on top of it. There was also a straight river, which was very turbid and could only vaguely see two different colors.

  Ocean of Knowledge! This is Ocean of Knowledge!

  Zuo Mo saw that the expression on the tombstone was very surprised, he couldn't help but open his mouth to shout, however no matter how hard he shouted, Pu Yao couldn't hear him.

  He had no choice but to give up and start sizing up his surroundings.

  The entire sea of consciousness was enveloped by this gray substance, which was completely different from what Zuo Mo had imagined. He remembered that in the sea of consciousness, everything around him was a vast and silent void, except for the stars in the sky.

  That's right!

  He remembered that above the void, four stars were hanging!

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, when he lifted his head up to look, he indeed saw the stars.

  The sky has a total of four stars, one of which is the brightest, and the other three are slightly dim.

  Before, every time he entered the Sea of Consciousness, he felt that the four starlights were very far away. Only now did he discover that the four stars were actually just four small boats floating on the outer wall of his divine consciousness.

  He seemed to have an epiphany.

  At this moment, the four stars suddenly began to sprinkle stardust. The stardust was like silver sand, slowly falling into the gray divine consciousness, but the gray divine consciousness was too large, and those few stardust were pitifully small. However, the four stars continuously sprayed out stardust at a moderate pace.

  Zuo Mo didn't know what use this starlight that was like silver sand had suddenly appeared for, but it was clear that his consciousness seemed to be changing.

  Wei Fei and Wu Ling San Ren stared intently at the battle between Wei Sheng and Gu Yong Ping, but they were not the only ones. All the judges of Song Tao Pavilion were paying attention to this fierce battle. Suddenly, Wu Ling San Ren seemed to notice something and involuntarily turned his head, subconsciously glancing at the large array under his feet. Just that one glance, his gaze froze.

  In the crowd, Zuo Mo stretched out his arms as if to embrace something, standing stiffly like a wooden puppet, his eyes empty and detached.

  Around him, the air was like burning firewood, occasionally making a slight crackling sound!