Zuo Mo didn't panic, narrowing his eyes as he watched the sword lights flying towards him.

  The reason is simple, with the status of Wu Kong Jian Men in Tian Yue Realm today, no one will easily initiate a battle. Unlike other major Tian Yue Realm families' steady style, Wu Kong Jian Men's combat power has shaken Tian Yue Realm. Especially the reputation of Bing Xuan Sword Xin Yan, no one can match.

  He took out a small flag from the ring, raised his hand, and the flag swelled in the wind, with a pole over three feet long, as thick as a goose egg, and entirely black, like fine iron. The black flag had red letters, "Wu Kong" (Boundless Void), which seemed to have infinite power, with strokes like sword intent, as if they were about to fly out of the flag.

  Everyone saw the black flag, each showing a look of surprise and admiration for the sect leader's favoritism towards Zuo Shi Xiong. Each sect has its own token to prove its identity, and this flag is the token of Wu Kong Jian Men. In addition to being a token, it is also a magical artifact, forged by several Golden Dan practitioners working together, with many wonders and shocking power.

  This banner without a blank space was specially brought back by Shi Feng Rong from Pei Yuan Rang in exchange for Zuo Mo.

  The sword light flashed by, and the newcomer was a cultivator of about forty years old. His face was pale and beardless, wearing a blue Taoist robe, with a flying sword under his feet. At first glance, he saw this flag, and his complexion changed slightly. The Wukong Sword Sect has been too popular lately.

  Nan Mingzi leaped off the flying sword and it flew into its scabbard on his back with a clang.

  "I am Pindao Nanmingzi, nice to meet all of you Wukong Sword Sect friends!"

  "Nice to meet you, fellow Taoist." Zuo Mo cupped his hands together in greeting.

  His vigilance in his heart did not weaken in the slightest, and Nan Mingzi's cultivation at this stage was higher than that of all of them. Moreover, Huangmu Jiao was located on the edge of the boundary river, if the other party really had any evil intentions, killing people and stealing treasures, escaping from the boundary river into Xiaoshan Jie, the door would not be able to investigate even if they wanted to.

  Nan Mingzi took a glance at the Wu Kong flag, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes. The treasure refined by several Golden Elixir masters was naturally top-notch! However, he quickly suppressed the greedy thoughts in his heart. Although the sect's sacred object was a good treasure, it was also hot to handle.

  When he sensed everyone's cultivation, his heart suddenly relaxed a lot.

  He also noticed that from start to finish, it was this person who greeted him, and he must be the leader of this group. He suddenly stopped his gaze: "Fellow Taoist looks very familiar, hasn't asked for your great name yet!"

  "In the lower left," Mo replied. A fleeting glint of greed in the other's eyes was caught by him, a gaze he was all too familiar with.

  "Zuǒ Mò?" Nan Mingzi furrowed his brow in thought, this face, this name, he was extremely familiar with. He suddenly lifted his head: "Could it be Zuǒ Mò of the Array Symbol Flow?"

  "A minor skill, not worth a smile." Zuo Mo's face remained expressionless as he smiled slightly.

  Nan Mingzi's heart suddenly became stern, it had only been half a year since the Dongfu trial sword conference, and Zuo Mo's name had not yet been forgotten. He withdrew his scornful thoughts, this emotionless guy in front of him was someone who had defeated a cultivator at the Condensing Period stage.

  There is also the terrible Array Stream...

  His eyes unconsciously swept around him.

  A crisscross of ditches, with artificial excavation marks scattered all over...

  His heart skipped a beat, no way... Zhenyuan Liu...

  In front of him, Luo Mo's expressionless face suddenly seemed to become deep and profound, his eyes icy cold without a hint of warmth, like a hunter watching its prey outside the trap. He was now only grateful that he hadn't made a move earlier. The zombie in front of him was a ruthless killer!

  The Dongfu Trial Sword Conference ended with many versions of the rumor, but no matter which version, it was used as evidence for that terrifying, peerless pit.

  Nan Mingzi is older, has been cultivating for a longer time, and his cultivation base is higher than that of Gu Yongping and others in the Sword Trial Assembly. However, he comes from a small sect, and if we talk about combat power, he knows he's not a match for those young people in the Sword Trial Assembly.

  A drop of sweat trickled down his spine.

  "Heh heh, I plan to cross the river from now on. May I borrow your land to rest for a few days?" Nan Mingzi hastily said: "If there's any disturbance, please forgive me!"

  The hand movements became faster and five Three-Treasured Jade Stones were inserted.

  Zuo Mo hadn't expected the other party to be so accommodating, and he silently accepted the five crystal stones: "Thank you, thank you! We've just taken over Arrogant Island from Heart Lake Sword Sect and haven't had time to build some houses yet. Please forgive the simplicity."

  Heart Lake Sword Gate...

  Nan Mingzi's forehead was covered with another layer of fine sweat. If the Wu Kong Sword Sect was a newly risen power with a strong momentum, then the Xin Hu Sword Sect was an old and powerful sect with a deep foundation!

  Involving two major sects, Nan Mingzi didn't dare to act rashly. As a member of a small sect, he was well aware of the power possessed by those major sects. If it were only the Wu Kong Sword Sect, he might have still dared to take a risk, but now that the Xin Hu Sword Sect was also involved, his last shred of luck had vanished.

  The other junior brothers around looked at Zuo Mo with eyes full of reverence, for the other was a cultivator in the Congealing Stage!

  After a long flight, Nan Mingzi was very tired and found a place to sit down and recover. The disciples of the Wu Kong Sword Sect discovered that for several days in a row, their senior brother would walk back and forth, occasionally striking various strange materials or mysterious incantations into the ground.

  But there was no sign of completion in the grand formation that everyone had imagined.

  Some timid junior brothers were getting more and more anxious, although Nan Mingzi had been very friendly so far, they still worried. The opponent's strength was much stronger than theirs, and after recovery, the gap between the two sides would be further widened.

  Zuo Shixiong's grand formation was still unfinished.

  On the third day, Zuo Mo was as usual, continuously striking various seals into the ground along the way. He seemed to be in no hurry, his expression relaxed and leisurely.

  In his meditation, Nan Mingzi's eyes opened a slit, as if he was thinking deeply, staring at Zuo Mo. For the past three days, he had been observing Zuo Mo and hadn't discovered any fluctuations in the formation on the island. The crisscrossing canals were constantly flowing with water into the ocean. From various signs, it seemed that Zuo Mo's great formation was not yet complete.

  Is it just a fakeout with the formation of doubt, or has the symbol array really not been completed?

  Nan Mingzi was somewhat uncertain, so he decided to wait a bit longer. There were no other people on the island, only this group of foundation repairers, and for him, it was just a matter of reaching out and taking them. The foundation repairers wouldn't have any valuable resources on them, but that flag in Zuo Mo's hand really made his eyes burn with desire. Moreover, he had used countless materials over the past few days, to the point where Nan Mingzi almost felt sympathetic for him.

  For three days, the empty flagpole in his mind has been waving non-stop. As his spiritual power recovered, Nan Mingzi's heart began to stir again. Thinking that he was actually intimidated by a foundation-building cultivator, he felt his face burning with shame. Apart from the symbol array, Zuo Mo posed almost no threat to him.

  With his strength, these foundation-building cultivators had no resistance at all. If the grand formation wasn't completed, he was absolutely confident that he could quickly kill Zuo Mo. If it really came to that point, he didn't plan on letting any of the other disciples of Wu Kong Sword Sect off, and would then escape to Xiao Shan Realm before transferring to Tian Shui Realm. No matter how powerful Wu Kong Sword Sect and Xin Huo Sword Sect were, what could they do to him?

  A gleam of cold light flashed across Nan Mingzi's eyes.

  As soon as he was out of Nan Mingzi's sight, Zuo Mo immediately took off in a sprint. Nan Mingzi would never have imagined that Zuo Mo's spiritual sense was strong enough to detect that he had been pretending to be in meditation for most of the time. Without thinking, Zuo Mo also knew that Nan Mingzi didn't have good intentions. But in order to calm down Nan Mingzi, he had been acting very calmly these past few days.

  It's really chaotic times! The world has gone mad!

  Zuo Mo let out a soft sigh in his heart, and his footsteps quickened. In this chaotic world, the only way to secure one's life was to have sufficient strength.

  He familiarly infiltrated the underground magma lake, and the fire array of the magma lake had been refining the copper ring for days.

  Zuo Mo raised his hand, and the copper ring let out a soft hum as it flew into his palm. The originally reddish-yellow copper ring now presented a bright red color that seemed to be on fire, giving off an eerie feeling. This flame was indeed powerful, after three days and nights of tempering, the copper ring's grade rose by one level, reaching fourth-grade.

  He couldn't help but show a satisfied expression.

  As soon as he came out of the magma lake, Zu Mo no longer concealed his figure and flew directly into the sky.

  Others immediately discovered Lemo in the sky.

  The faces of the Wu Kong Jian Men disciples were filled with anticipation and excitement, while Nan Ming Zi's face could no longer conceal his killing intent. He finally realized that the large formation on the island was indeed incomplete!

  Damn it! I've been cheated by this zombie! A greedy and frenzied emotion flashed in Nan Mingzi's eyes. As a member of the Small Gate Sect, he didn't have a suitable magic treasure even after reaching the Condensation Period.

  Although he didn't understand the formation, his experience was extremely rich. At a glance at Zuo Mo's appearance, it seemed like he was planning to launch a large-scale formation. Such a good opportunity, if they didn't take action now, when would they?

  In the silence, his flying sword had already left its scabbard, suddenly transforming into a flowing light that shot straight at Zuo Mo in the sky.

  Nan Mingzi intended to be fatal with one blow, and this sword did not hold back. The sword light was like a snake, suddenly opening its bloody mouth, revealing its fangs, and from a distance, you could feel the sinister and vicious intent of the sword.

  The faces of the other disciples changed greatly, and everyone took out their flying swords, ready to attack Nan Mingzi.

  Nan Mingzi let out a cold laugh and her body flashed, reappearing in the same spot while also appearing in the sky.

  Zuo Mo didn't seem to notice the sword light that was charging towards him, he loosened his palm and the fiery red copper ring slowly floated into the sky.

  Ding!

  A fiery red copper ring slowly rose on one side and slightly trembled, emitting a clear and crisp sound like a bell.

  Ding ding ding ding!

  It was as if countless wind chimes were echoing in harmony with the soft ringing of the crimson copper ring, and for a moment, the sound of the wild wood bell was like a tide.

  The flying sword's light seemed to encounter an extremely strong resistance, the sword body violently shook, and its speed suddenly dropped. Nan Mingzi's face changed greatly, gritting his teeth, all of his spiritual energy frantically poured into the flying sword. The sword's light suddenly surged, the faintly snake-shaped sword light became even more realistic.

  Hiss!

  The sword hums like a snake swallowing and spitting out, the sword's intent is ferocious and cruel, its light surges violently!

  Faced with such an astonishing sword move, Zuo Mo didn't even lift an eyebrow. His attention was all on the fire-red copper ring slowly rising in front of him.

  At this time, the fiery copper ring had already flown over Zuo Mo's head. It seemed like a monarch facing the sky, and the countless materials that Zuo Mo had knocked to the ground seemed to be affected by some kind of invisible suction force, slowly floating upwards along with the fiery copper ring.

  Above the Araki reef, countless materials are floating densely, covering the sky and blocking the sun!