World of Cultivation

In the quiet room, Zuo Mo crossed his knees into meditation.

He is desperately cultivating the [Refining God of Fetal Breath], damn [Refining God of Fetal Breath]!

Damn Pu Yao!

He cursed the pervert countless times. Last night, he went berserk and was brutally suppressed. His consciousness was severely damaged again, and he was beaten beyond recognition by Pu Yao. The result of the unrecognizable consciousness is the heart-piercing pain. Now, without the need for Pu Yao's urging, he also has to work hard to cultivate [Fetal Breath Refinement].

Zuo Mo, who had calmed down, wanted to cry but had no tears. That night, he should never have gone to Lingtian. When he thought of Pu Yao, the chill and monster that could penetrate his bones, as if a poisonous snake was slowly creeping into his trouser legs, that involuntary fear spread throughout his body.

The crackdown last night also made him deeply aware of the insurmountable gap between the strengths of the two sides.

A powerful, perverted lunatic!

Zuo Mo could already predict that his future would be dark.

This guy was not at ease from the beginning. From the beginning of the Black Sea, to the sword qi, his spiritual sense was injured, and then to the [Fetal Breath Refining God], step by step, he became the lamb to be slaughtered under his claws without any struggle.

Poor me, I thought it was just a bad-tempered neighbor, but I didn't expect it to be an evil monster.

If it was just doubts before, then now he is 100% sure that Po is a demon. Besides demons, who else could be so evil?

Youyou woke up, as if chaos had just opened, Zuo Mo opened his eyes, and gently exhaled the breath that had been revolving in his body.

This breath is long and long, and when it is exhaled, it is condensed like an arrow.

Zuo Mo felt a little at ease, this [Fetal Breath Refining Spirit] was truly miraculous, and the pain of consciousness would be reduced a lot. Moreover, he could clearly feel that his consciousness was gradually stabilizing. Last night, Pu Yao just flicked his fingers, and Zuo Mo's consciousness was almost scattered.

I don't know where it came from, the language is obscure and difficult to understand, and the syntax used is completely different from the jade slip that Zuo Mo bought. It took a lot of effort for him to barely understand the first chapter.

He didn't want to ask Pu Yao, the lesson of blood and tears told him that if he wanted to take advantage of that fellow, he would just wait to be killed.

The first chapter is called "Shen Shen Chapter", which is about how to enter into tranquility and soothe the mind and stabilize the consciousness.

This is exactly what Zuo Mo needs most at the moment. With continuous injuries, his consciousness is almost shattered. If it is not repaired, he will most likely fall into madness. As for Pu Yao's one breath, it means that a complete fetal breath can be completed.

Fetal breath is the core and the most basic cultivation method in "Fetal Breath Refining God", and it is also a method of breathing and breathing that Zuo Mo has never even heard of. It is said that it is derived from the breathing of human beings when they are fetuses. It does not use the mouth and nose to breathe, but needs to use the orifices of the whole body to turn Qi into silk, inhale a little bit, and disperse it into the body. These hundreds of tiny air currents circulate in the body, gather together, and then spit out through the mouth and nose.

There are countless acupuncture points in the human body like the stars in the universe. The mouth and nose are the largest, followed by the acupuncture points all over the body.

Zuo Mo was curious as to how the senior who created this mental method came up with such an incredible method. Sure enough, things are similar, Pu Yao, a perverted madman, throws out the same mental tricks as he is perverted.

He has not been able to complete a complete fetal breath.

Pu Yao's words are not words of intimidation, it is clearly recorded in "Refining the Spirit of Fetal Breath". In fact, he still uses his nose and mouth to breathe these days. No matter what, he must stabilize his consciousness first. His consciousness was unstable, and the occasional throbbing pain was enough to kill Zuo Mo's life.

However, when Zuo Mo's consciousness stabilized a little, he had to face a problem, how to complete a fetal breath. One breath is the symbol of getting started in "Refining God with Fetal Breath".

The three-month deadline loomed over him like a shadow.

Thinking of the crazy light in Pu Yao's eyes when he talked about torture. Zuo Mo was sure that if he really did not reach the state of breathing within three months and faced a bloodline repulsion, Pu Yao would be delighted to appreciate his painful scene.

A miserable life!

Zuo Mo gritted his teeth and cursed the shemale repeatedly in his heart.

Burning with anger.

Suddenly, a message from Yingui next to him caught his attention.

"Following the increase in the price of Linggu last month, the price of Linggu has risen again this month, and the demand for high-grade Linggu has greatly increased, which has also driven the price of low-grade Linggu to rise..."

He was agitated, and the price of Linggu rose! This was undoubtedly the best news he had heard these days.

Pu Yao suddenly appeared: "It's very interesting."

Zuo Mo was stunned, he was stunned for a long time before he could react. He pointed at Pu Yao and said incoherently, "How can you run away?"

Pu Yao blinked his crimson right eye: "Why can't I run away?"

"Aren't you only in the Sea of ​​Consciousness?" Zuo Mo asked dumbly.

"Who told you?" Pu Yao turned around and asked with a strange face.

Zuo Mo was speechless, but he couldn't help lamenting in his heart. It seemed that he didn't even have the last bargaining chip. It turns out that people can really move...

Pu Yao listened for a while, then yawned: "Well, it looks like there's going to be a war."

"War?" Zuo Mo didn't understand why.

Pu Yao didn't explain, just took Yin Gui into his hands and said lightly, "I gave this thing to me." Before he finished speaking, he disappeared with Yin Gui.

"Dead shemale!" Zuo Mo's roar echoed in the empty courtyard.

At this moment, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

Zuo Mo wondered, who is it? Usually no one would come to him. Running over and opening the door, Xiaoguo stood pitifully outside the door.

Holding a clay pot in her hand, she shrank back when she saw Zuo Mo, and shouted timidly, "Senior brother."

"What's the problem?" Zuo Mo couldn't have a good tone for this little trouble. For some reason, every time he saw the timid expression on Xiaoguo's face, he couldn't control his tone.

"No, no!" Xiaoguo shook her head like a rattle, and hurriedly differentiated: "Xiaoguo is here to give something to Senior Brother. Last time Senior Brother helped Xiaoguo, Xiaoguo hasn't thanked Senior Brother yet."

As she spoke, her mouth flattened, mist rose in her eyes, and she said with a cry, "Xiaoguo has no spar..."

Seeing something wrong, Zuo Mo hurriedly shouted, "Stop!"

Xiaoguo shrank back again in fright, but the cry disappeared immediately.

She carefully placed the pot in front of Zuo Mo, then jumped back like a rabbit. She glanced at Zuo Mo timidly and summoned up her courage to say, "This is Xiaoguo's soup.

Before she could finish speaking, she was incoherent, and her face was so anxious that blood almost oozing out, she couldn't bear it any longer, she covered her face and turned to run away.

After running for a few dozen steps, she suddenly stopped, hesitated for a moment, turned around and shouted, "Senior brother, if it really doesn't taste good, you...you should throw it away..."

Zuo Mo watched Xiaoguo disappear, then glanced at the pottery pot placed in front of his heels, and leaned over to pick it up.

The soup is still warm.

I picked up the pot and took a sip. The soup was very strong and fragrant.

"It tastes good." Zuo Mo muttered to himself, gulping down his drink, turning around and preparing to carry the empty can back to the room.

Pu Yao suddenly appeared, and the scarlet tongue like a snake letter couldn't help licking his lips, his eyes staring at the direction where Xiaoguo disappeared: "What a fresh little girl."

Zuo Mo looked at him in amazement.

Pu Yao turned his incomparably beautiful face, at this time like a very greedy cat, his crimson eyes flashed: "Good luck, this little girl's meat must be very tender and delicious."

Zuo Mo was furious, raised his hand and smashed the empty can in his right hand at Pu Yao.

Bang, the crock is torn apart and shards are scattered.

"roll!"

Thousand Feather Fukuboat is moored in the void.

Li Xian'er looked at the green Yuezhengxing outside the window, her delicate eyebrows knitted together: "It seems that the little demon has run away. Uncle Chiye, is there any reply from the door?"

The real person Chiye shook his head: "Miss, the demons suppressed under the Demon Refinement Tower are probably no less than thousands, and they are too old to be examined. Most of them were captured by the seniors of this sect with unparalleled magic power during the three-thousand-year war. Most of these demons are also Those with magical powers are difficult to kill, so they are suppressed under the demon refining tower, in order to slowly refine them. I did not expect that these demons, tenacious and ruthless, have been refining for three thousand years, and there are still survivors!"

Li Xian'er was fascinated: "Three thousand years ago, this sect was so powerful!"

True Master Chiye said: "More than this sect, three thousand years ago, the various sects and sects in the cultivator world were far stronger than they are today. Back then, the allied army of demons and beasts was 100,000, but they were also killed by the seniors. It was this battle that made the cultivator world stronger. That's how we got where we are today."

Immediately, it showed a pity: "However, although the demons were almost wiped out, the cultivators were also severely damaged in the past, and there were only one out of ten masters. The World of Demons is still unable to restore the grand situation of the year. However, compared to us, the monsters have been hit harder. In these years, do you think they have broken through the Blood World?"

Li Xian'er was fascinated. Although it was all about the history she knew, every time she heard it, she was still fascinated by it.

"Grandpa told me to go back." She pouted, her face full of reluctance: "I finally got a chance to come out, and it didn't take long before I urged people to go back. The little demon hasn't been caught yet, and I have to go back. I'll go back when I catch the little demon."

Real Man Chiye looked at her innocent face, and couldn't help but show a hint of doting on her face, but still persuaded: "Miss, the head urges Miss to go back, I guess there is something wrong."

"What can be the matter?" She snorted softly: "It is estimated that another martial artist is here. Grandpa is very keen on those swordsmen recently. People hate swordsmen the most. They are all arrogant and rude."

Real Chiye smiled and said, "Miss, didn't you have a good time with a sword cultivator a few days ago?"

"That fun idiot you said, who said he was a swordsman?" Li Xian'er said in disbelief.

"Tianyuejie is the site of Jianxiu. Of the ten people here, nine are Jianxiu."

"Maybe he is the one." Li Xian'er argued strongly, and she suddenly showed a distressed expression: "When I go back, I can't use Xiao Qianhe anymore. I finally found an interesting person, and I don't have to play anymore."

Seeing her sad face, Master Chiye couldn't bear it in his heart: "If the young lady likes it, why don't I set up a teleportation formation in the Tianyue Realm and send a disciple to stay behind, and the young lady's Qianyinhe can be teleported from the teleportation formation. As long as you come here, Qian Yinhe will find him on his own."

Li Xian'er rejoiced: "Uncle Chiye is the best! Hee hee, he probably thought that Xian'er's paper crane was an ordinary little Qianhe."

Chiye Master felt great comfort in his heart, and also smiled: "The Qianyinhe created by the young lady, the elders in the sect are also greatly admired."

Li Xian'er pouted proudly: "That's it!" My QT room is open! Fangxiang's official QT room number [9177] Click to enter