World of Cultivation

Zuo Mo stared at Gu Minggong and remained silent.

The pressure brought by the silence almost suffocated Gu Minggong, and boundless fear spread in his heart. He felt that the other person was looking at him as if he were looking at a dead object, or a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!

I don’t want to die…

He didn't know that Zuo Mo's silence was not deliberately putting pressure on him, but that he was having a heated discussion with Pu Yao and Wei.

"I want him to serve me." In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, Zuo Mo shrugged, with a matter-of-fact expression: "But he is a golden elixir, which is higher than mine. He is also proficient in talisman formations and is very dangerous. What suggestions do you have?"

Pu Yao said disapprovingly: "If you just want the weapon refining knowledge in his mind, just extract the soul."

"Soul-draining?" This word made Zuo Mo tremble.

"Although it's a bit cruel, it's very effective. You only need to extract his soul, and you can quickly possess the knowledge that originally belonged to him. How about it? Your heart is pounding." Pu Yaoyi's bloody pupils narrowed slightly, The smile at the corner of his mouth carried a bit of his unique coldness, and he continued: "Of course, nothing in this world is perfect. If you get his memory and experience, it will have an impact on your own mind."

Zuo Mo was horrified when he heard this, but he couldn't help but ask: "What's the impact?"

"Such as split personality, big changes in temperament, etc., who knows? We have been playing with this soul thing for so many years, but no one can fully understand it." Pu Yao said irresponsibly.

Zuo Mo almost gave up Pu Yao's method on the spot. He turned around and said, "Wei, what can you do?"

Wei pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "The only way is to find a way through the restriction."

"Restriction?" Zuo Mo's eyes lit up, but then he frowned: "His cultivation level is higher than mine, so I can't impose a restriction on him. Besides, he's proficient in talisman formations, so I'm afraid I may not be able to trap him."

"I know an ancient restriction that may be useful." Wei said very conservatively.

Zuo Mo's eyes shone: "What kind of restriction? Say it quickly!"

Pu Yao also looked curious. Wei's existence was older than him, and he was also curious about what weird restrictions Wei would come up with.

"I think we need to talk about remuneration first." Wei smiled and said this.

For a moment, Zuo Mo felt that Wei's expression looked very similar to that of Pu Yao. His expression immediately fell. Pu Yao is indeed a scourge. Anyone who is with him will be blackened by the ink. Even his heart is black!

"No way!" Zuo Mo wailed.

Wei was unmoved and looked at Zuo Mo with a smile on his face.

Zuo Mo was quickly defeated: "Okay, what reward do you want?"

"What Wei Ying practices is magic. It's not suitable for Pu. Leave it to me." Wei Yiran said with a smile on his face.

Pu Yao's eyes immediately narrowed. They were as narrow as a knife, the light was cold, and he exuded an extremely dangerous aura.

Wei was unmoved, as if he didn't notice: "My former master is a demon. I know better how to practice demon skills, and I can make them grow faster. Besides, there is still no warrior born in the Wei camp. , which is enough to show that Pu is not suitable to guide the guard camp."

Pu Yao's expression was unkind, and he looked like a cold knife unsheathed. The black clothes on his body moved without any wind, making hunting noises, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour at any time.

For Pu Yao, Weiying was just a way to kill time, and Pu Yao didn't think much of it. However, this does not mean that he can allow others to take it away from him! How could Pu Yao, who was proud by nature, allow such a thing to happen to him?

The black flames in the sea of ​​consciousness almost froze suddenly.

Zuo Mo felt his scalp numb. Oh my god, these two are guys he can't afford to offend!

Why did he get involved in the fight between them?

It's terrible! Too terrible!

He didn't dare to say anything at all. He suspected that if he showed any sign of agreement, Pu Yao would tear him to pieces on the spot.

Pu Yao's laughter was cold to the bone: "Restriction? Who doesn't know how to restrict? It's just a restriction, and you want to go to the guard camp? What an idiot talking in sleep! A certain hypocrite doesn't teach,

I teach you! This kind of restriction is called the Purple Netherworld Curse..."

Wei's faint voice interrupted: "The Purple Netherworld Curse can only be cast by the Rahu demon. If the spiritual consciousness is not enough, it will backfire on the body."

Pu Yao paused for a moment, and his face became even more ugly: "Humph, in addition to the Purple Netherworld Curse, there is also the Needle Ghost Entry Curse..."

"The curse of needle ghost entry requires thirteen yin bone needles, which are not easy to find!"

Pu Yao's face became increasingly gloomy, and he suddenly smiled coldly: "Oh, I want to see what your restrictions are."

"So, you agreed?" Wei Yiran looked directly at Pu Yao without fear.

Pu Yao said proudly: "With this guy's strength, there are no side effects. It can be realized on the spot. If you can do it, what if the guard camp is left to you!"

Zuo Mo wanted to say weakly: "Two eldest brothers, the guard camp seems to be mine..."

But his reason told him to keep silent. No one of us can afford to offend these two eldest brothers!

Suddenly, he became energetic. Fight! Just fight! The harder you fight, the more benefits you get! What's that saying? Cranes and clams fight, fishermen get rice...

He kept his mouth tightly shut and didn't say a word.

"If that's the case, then I'll be disrespectful." Wei Wen smiled, but his words were hidden in words, making Pu Yao's face look even more ugly.

"It's useless to argue with each other. I'm still waiting for your mysterious restrictions to open my eyes." Pu Yao said neither yin nor yang.

Wei then said calmly: "This kind of restriction is called Dingpo Divine Light."

Hearing this name, Pu Yao's face changed suddenly, and his blood-stricken eyes suddenly opened, filled with disbelief: "The divine light that determines the soul! You actually know the divine light that determines the soul!"

Zuo Mo saw this expression on Pu Yao's face for the first time. There was a hint of fear in the shock, and deep disbelief.

Soul-fixing divine light? what is that?

Zuo Mo's mind was full of doubts. It must be very powerful to make Pu Yao lose his composure like this.

Wei still smiled so gently, but at this moment it was full of unfathomable meaning: "I learned it accidentally before, but I didn't learn it."

"Who are you?" Pu Yao stared at Wei closely. If it weren't for the fact that they both died together and depended on each other, he might have been unable to help but take action!

Only now did he realize that he knew very little about Wei. Except that he knew that Wei Zeng was the former commander of the Tombstone Armor, he knew nothing else.

"I'm Wei." Wei's smile is as warm as the morning sun.

When Zuo Mo saw the tense situation between the two sides, he immediately became nervous. "Two eldest brothers, this is my sea of ​​consciousness." He immediately threw the thought of fisherman Demi out of his mind and quickly said, "Speak well if you have something to say. Tell me carefully, what is that soul-fixing divine light? Is it very powerful?"

Wei smiled at him.

Pu Yao said coldly: "You haven't even learned it, how can you teach him?"

Wei Saran smiled: "I'm not very qualified, so I can't learn normally."

Pu Yao seemed to have heard a joke: "Do you think this guy's qualifications are very good? Although he is my student, his qualifications, hum, are very ordinary!"

This time Zuo Mo stopped and his face turned dark!

What? Brother's qualifications are not good?

"Brother's qualifications are not good?" Zuo Mo retorted, "I wonder who was crying and shouting to accept me as a student? Tsk, tsk, just burn the bridge when you cross the river, and just say that your qualifications are not good enough." good?"

Pu Yao's face turned red and he coughed wildly.

Wei had a half-smile on his face: "Yes, you can't do this as a demon. Otherwise, would you give this student to me?"

"You don't have to push me." Pu Yao resumed his sneer: "I'm not a child who doesn't know anything! The Soul-fixing Divine Light is one of the nine ancient divine lights. How can it be so easy to cultivate? If he can really learn it, you can too You are qualified to be his teacher, otherwise, just stay where you can."

"Okay." Wei nodded without hesitation. After saying that, he stretched out his right hand, and saw countless black mist coming out of his palm, quickly gathering into a black ball. In the black ball, there were faint stars, which were mysterious and abnormal. .

Wei smiled at Zuo Mo, and the black ball in his hand flew towards Zuo Mo and sank into Zuo Mo's body.

Zuo Mo's head buzzed and he was stunned.

In an instant, he felt a huge and complex torrent of spiritual thoughts, like a flood pouring down from a mountain, swallowing him up instantly.

Zuo Mo seemed to be in a bizarre world, full of beautiful colors. Zuo Mo had never seen such rich colors before, and he doubted whether all the colors in the world were here.

Light!

These rich colors are all kinds of light!

Some of them are dim, some are bright, some are brightly colored, and some are as black as ink...

They twist, change, disappear, and are born again!

This life and death are endless, ever-changing, vast and endless, with no end visible at a glance.

This is an ocean of light!

There seemed to be a voice hovering above Zuo Mo's head, but no matter how hard he tried to listen, he couldn't hear it clearly. But every time he tried to ignore it, the sound would penetrate his ears again.

In this beautiful world, he is the only one alone.

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In Zuo Mo's sea of ​​consciousness, Pu Yao's face reappeared with a look of surprise: "Brand! The brand of soul-stabilizing divine light!"

Wei smiled slightly: "Fortunately it hasn't dissipated yet, otherwise it would be a pity."

Pu Yao remained silent as he searched hard in his mind. If Wei's knowledge of how to practice had already surprised him, then Wei's possession of the imprint of Soul-fixing Divine Light made him even more confident in his suspicions.

The Soul-Dinging Divine Light is one of the Nine Divine Lights in ancient times. Even in ancient times, only a handful of people could cultivate it. Not to mention it now, the average cultivator has never even heard of it.

This ancient and famous secret skill must have an extraordinary origin.

And since Wei can possess the imprint of the soul-fixing divine light, he must have a direct relationship with the ancient sages who created this unique skill.

Soul-fixing divine light... Soul-fixing divine light...

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