World of Cultivation

At this moment, time seemed to suddenly slow down.

Threads of brilliance like flowing water, like sprouting branches of light, wrap around Zuo Mo's empty right hand little by little.

Pu Yao's memory seemed to be suddenly drawn out for a long time, and some blurred and disappeared scenes seemed to overlap with everything that happened in front of him, as clear as yesterday.

"……teacher……"

In the inaudible murmur, the sharpness and coldness in the blood pupils disappeared.

Zuo Mo was completely attracted by the changes in his hands. He could feel that strange changes were quietly taking shape in this short moment.

……What's this?

Compared with the "Yang Sha Gang Lei" from "Little Chiba Hand", these two little magic arts are not only simple and low-level, but there is no comparison between the two. The various sorcery contained in "Little Chiba Hand" were created by a generation of heavenly demons. They are so extensive and profound that even a guy like Pu Yao, who has eyes as high as his head, is full of praise for them.

But what about the little magic?

Five hundred kinds of little magic are compulsory for every demon. Before any demon enters the magic house, he must complete the study of these five hundred small magic arts within his own clan. In other words, small magic is just the enlightenment content of demon cultivation.

But……

The power bursting out from both hands...

The last glimmer of light flowed out from Zuo Mo's left hand and wrapped around his right hand.

Zhila!

Zuo Mo felt that countless dazzling sword-like rays of light suddenly burst out from his chest, and a destructive force took shape in his right hand, like an ancient giant beast, breathing in a desolate breath, slightly raising his back and looking majestically. .

All evil souls seemed to have been immobilized. In the chaotic tower, time seemed to have stopped suddenly.

Between extreme movement and extreme silence, Pu Yao stared at Zuo Mo's right hand in despair, murmuring clearly audible: "...Ji Ancient Wilderness Sacrifice Technique..."

Zuo Mo didn't hear any of Pu Yao's murmur. He was shocked by the light on his hand and the terrifying aura, and completely lost the ability to think. As if he moved his right hand subconsciously, his right hand was swaying as lightly as a fish's tail.

In the countless dazzling lights, a faint shadow flew out from his right hand and suddenly grew in size, like a monster, suddenly opened its bloody mouth and swallowed up all the evil souls in the tower.

In the evil mist, the small tower surrounded by countless evil spirits suddenly burst out with countless dazzling lights. An extremely powerful suction force was generated out of thin air in the tower. Tens of thousands of evil spirits had no time to escape and were immediately sucked into the tower. Inside.

At the same time, a simple and desolate atmosphere came from the small tower.

The evil souls that were not involved were suddenly frightened and dispersed in a rush, as if there was a terrifying monster inside the small tower that frightened them. Deep in the evil mist, those evil soul beasts at the higher level of the hunting level could not help but show horror in their eyes. They all lay on the ground and did not dare to move.

Zuo Mo feels terrible now, the evil soul has been devoured completely, but now he seems to have eaten too much at once and is exhausted. And what made him even more panicked was that these evil souls didn't seem to be dead, but were just bound by a layer of strange power.

Once this power gets out of control, these evil spirits will rush out again!

"The first and the 500th kind of little magic are all in one word."

Pu Yao's voice reached him just in time, and Zuo Mo was slightly stunned. His first feeling was that this was impossible. There are 500 kinds of minor witchcraft, covering almost all kinds of basics of witchcraft, and many of them have opposite properties. The first and the 500th kind are the two most diametrically opposed sorceries among all the contradictory sorcery comparisons.

How could two completely opposite little sorceries be performed at the same time?

However, he was not allowed to think carefully at this time. After being stunned for a moment, his hands spread out involuntarily according to Pu Yao's instructions.

The first type...the 500th type...

A weird feeling came to mind, and Zuo Mo felt indescribably awkward. He already felt quite awkward when he used the 76th and 313th methods at the same time just now. But this time, the awkward and weird feeling was countless times stronger than last time.

What kind of gameplay is this...

Zuo Mo endured the unparalleled feeling of awkwardness and reluctantly cast two little magic spells at the same time.

Pu Yao's blood-pupiled eyes stared unblinking at the brilliance that lit up and flowed in front of Zuo Mo, holding his breath involuntarily, as if he was afraid of disturbing these blurred and beautiful brilliance. And his hands, which he usually liked to hide in his black sleeves, stretched out unknowingly.

His expression was also very strange, full of expectation and as if facing a formidable enemy.

The strong feeling of awkwardness became more intense as the light rose, and Zuo Mo felt that the left and right sides of his body were being forcibly twisted in opposite directions.

He knew this was an illusion. At this moment, he was just a ray of mind, so how could he say anything about his body? But he also knows that this sense of contradiction does not exist, but really exists. It is a contradiction between laws.

In fact, as soon as he used it, he knew something was wrong.

Under the influence of these two extreme laws, if you are not careful, you may be crushed to pieces at any time. Under the fierce conflict between the two basic laws, this ray of consciousness was as fragile as paper. His heart and soul rested on this ray of consciousness. If it was destroyed, the end would be no different than death.

The most painful injury to treat is the injury to the soul.

The ghost's soul is injured and looks like a puppet. Does he have to become like this too?

Under the stimulation of death, Zuo Mo felt a burst of strength from nowhere and forced himself to calm down.

However, how can these two completely opposite little magic arts be performed in a consistent manner?

Impossible...completely impossible...

Countless thoughts flew through his mind in the flash of lightning, but the two little magic spells in front of him still made him helpless. The two little magic arts are simple and direct, and every change in them is within his insight. But precisely because of this, he felt even more impossible.

The two are like two carriages running in opposite directions, but now they want to be pulled together. How is that possible?

No possibility... no possibility...

Zuo Mo was extremely anxious. The two little magic arts began to conflict. He could feel every subtle conflict between the two. The sense of danger in his heart grew stronger, as if there was a sword hanging above his head, and he could not move, but now there was a mouse desperately gnawing on the rope hanging the sword.

Calm down, be sure to calm down!

Zuo Mo's breathing almost stopped. He told himself over and over again to calm down, forcing himself to calm down.

How to do how to do……

Suddenly, a flash of spiritual light pierced the sky like a bolt of lightning. He suddenly remembered that he had put the magic formulas that he had worked out by himself into the formation last time. Among the various magic arts and sword arts, there were also many contradictory magic arts and sword arts, but he had successfully kneaded them together.

That messy set of techniques was used by him to make a bet with Pu Yao and win the six transformations of the Great Sun Demonic Body.

Unfortunately, after he obtained the six transformations of the Great Sun Demonic Body, he put this set of techniques aside and concentrated on cultivating the six transformations of the Great Sun Demonic Body.

Zuo Mo didn't have time to regret why he didn't mess with the magic formulas and enter the formation. He racked his brains and tried his best to think about how he combined the magic arts and sword tactics with opposite properties into that set of magic formulas and entered the formation.

He remembered how he controlled these techniques with opposite properties.

There was something in his heart, and regardless of the growing sense of danger, he patiently felt every bit of conflict between the two little sorceries.

Suddenly, his consciousness turned into two strands, like two thin whips, using two completely opposite powers to penetrate into the brilliance of two small magic arts.

Strange changes occurred suddenly.

The two forces, which were originally in violent conflict, turned in opposite directions in a strange way.

Zuo Mo's eyes suddenly burst into light. The friction and conflict between the two little magic arts became smaller and smaller, and the distance between the two brilliance became closer and closer. At this time, they can no longer see the hostility and conflict before. They are like a pair of twins, sticking together tightly.

Naturally, Zuo Mo used his hands in a consistent manner as if driven by something.

A force that is not very powerful penetrates the center of the two sorceries with incomparable accuracy.

Zuo Mo suddenly realized something.

The light of Pu Yao's blood pupils was as deep as the sea. He stared blankly at the strange yet familiar power in front of Zuo Mo, and softly uttered three words.

"Divine Encouragement Technique!"

The ball on Zuo Mo's chest was shaped like a millstone, and an extremely powerful suction force suddenly emerged from the clear black and white light. This suction force was so strong that even Pu Yao was not immune to it. Dressed in black, it was pulled away making a hunting sound. Pu Yao's blood pupils lit up with red light, and his figure remained motionless.

But the strange power that enveloped the evil spirits before was like a cat that smelled of apes, and it couldn't wait to carry countless evil spirits into this strange black and white millstone.

The black and white light is like the upper and lower parts of a millstone, silently crushing countless evil souls at an astonishing speed.

The evil soul didn't even have time to cry out before it was completely shattered.

Dots of white light dispersed from the millstone.

Zuo Mo's heart moved and he activated "Fetal Breath Refining God". Dots of white light gathered from all directions like raindrops and submerged into his body. At the same time, the white light that was not absorbed by Zuo Mo was absorbed into the five groups of five elements essence.

Zuo Mo's whole body was shrouded in white light, and he couldn't see his figure clearly.

Pu Yao was covered in black clothes and made a hunting noise. His bloody eyes were staring at Zuo Mo for a moment. He just stood there quietly, without saying a word.

The stupid bird that was rushing left and right in the evil mist suddenly turned its head, its fierce eyes softened little by little, until it returned to its usual lazy and arrogant look. It turned around leisurely, pacing around, looking where I can see a little bit of the murderous look just now.

Driving the black crescent moon, which was as heavy as a heavy axe, the tenth-grade little face full of murderous intent was suddenly startled, and he felt something in his heart. He drove the black crescent moon without hesitation, turned the direction, and suddenly reached the extreme speed, splitting through the heavy mist, Screaming and flying.

In the evil fog, the small tower was shrouded in a layer of faint white light, and the surrounding evil fog was far away.

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