World of Cultivation

"Sir, this is the sea of ​​boiling water."

The guard said sincerely and respectfully. He has been following Zuo Mo these days, and he can see everything Zuo Mo says and does.

In front of the ghost master, the master treats each other calmly and equally without any restraint. Facing those low-status demons, the master also treats them calmly and equally as always.

No pride, no condescension, willing to explain, willing to help.

Humility without power is just the instinct of self-protection, but humility with power is a noble character and strong self-control.

Among the people he had ever met, only the Master was like this.

What a respectable person!

Zuo Mo didn't know what the guard was thinking. He was completely attracted by the scene in front of him.

Large and small dead energy pools, large or small, are scattered all over the place. At a glance, you can't see the edge. The gray death energy spurting out from the death energy pool was so pervasive that it looked like a gray ocean from a distance. And these gray mists are churning from time to time, like boiling, which is where the name Wanbo Chihai comes from.

"It's really spectacular!" Zuo Mo muttered to himself.

The death energy was as thick as boiling, boundless and unfathomable. Zuo Mo stood on the edge of the Boiling Pond, and suddenly felt in his heart how insignificant he was in front of such a vast existence. But Zuo Mo is a god-level strongman after all, and his mind is extremely firm. This feeling dissipated in just a moment.

That feeling of confidence and control came back to him.

Zuo Mo was very curious about what the scene was like under such a spectacular boiling pool. Zuo Mo couldn't imagine where such rich and vast death energy came from and why it was born.

Does this lead to the legendary underworld?

As soon as this idea popped up, Zuo Mo couldn't help shaking his head and laughing. He really thought too much.

The underworld and the like are fictitious and must have been fabricated by others.

In the boiling sea, human figures can be seen everywhere. Yin Lingwei's divine art can absorb death energy and convert it into divine power. The vast and rich sea of ​​ten thousand boiling ponds with death energy is undoubtedly one of the best places for cultivation.

"Let's go in and take a look." Zuo Mo said.

"Yes!" The guard followed Zuo Mo, looking alert and looking around from time to time.

"Is it unsafe here?" Zuo Mo couldn't help but ask when he saw the guard looking like this.

The guard remained vigilant, and while on guard, he explained: "The death energy here is very strong, which is very helpful for cultivation. Everyone likes to practice here. When there are more people, friction will inevitably arise. Someone once suggested to the ghost master before that it is better to take The entire Ten Thousand Boiling Pond Sea is available for a fee. However, the Ghost Lord did not agree, and there are no guards around here, so it is a bit chaotic. But don’t worry, sir, most of the people practicing here are Yin Ling Guards, so nothing will happen."

The guard was right. The two of them didn't go far, and several people they met along the way saluted the guard.

"Can't you tell, you are quite popular." Zuo Mo said with a smile.

The guard was a little embarrassed: "I have been with the Ghost Lord for a long time, and I have become familiar with him." His rank is not low, and in a short period of time, he has gathered a lot of people around him, and the vigilance on his face is also obvious. Relax.

He smiled and said to Zuo Mo: "Master, if you like any place, just mark it out and I will send people to guard it."

Zuo Mo smiled, said nothing, and walked through the air of death.

These are the dead air emitted from the dead air pools. Because there are too many dead air pools and they are too dense, such a scene is created. Human figures can be vaguely seen in many death energy pools. The rich death energy is of great help to the cultivation of these demons. Zuo Mo couldn't help but sigh that the Yinling Ghost Lord's behavior was very unpredictable. If it were any other force, if there was such a treasured land, they would definitely take it for themselves.

But the ghost master of Yinling regarded it as if it were an abandoned shoe.

I couldn't figure it out, I really couldn't figure it out, Zuo Mowu shook his head, suddenly thought of a question, and asked the guards: "Don't these guards worry about being disturbed while practicing?"

"I won't disturb you." The guard said with a smile: "Master, you don't know something. Once you enter the state of practice in these death energy pools, a large amount of death energy will gather around you.

This layer of dead air shield is very strong and will repel other forces. "

When Zuo Mo heard this, he was a little surprised. This dead energy pool was really something magical.

"Master? Is it the master of weapon refining?" someone beside the guard asked curiously.

The guard looked cold and shouted displeasedly: "Old Wang, don't be so presumptuous!"

Lao Wang couldn't help but shrink his neck. He was very afraid of the guards.

Zuo Mo waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, yes, I am the master of weapon refining."

Most people would never call themselves "Master of Weapon Refining", but Zuo Mo said it in an understatement, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing. But Zuo Mo's indifferent expression immediately convinced the people around him.

All of these guys were seasoned and experienced. When they saw that Zuo Mo was easier to talk to, they immediately slapped him with a stick. Lao Wang said respectfully: "Master, can you help me refine a divine outfit? No matter what the conditions are, as long as I can complete it, there will be absolutely no problem."

The guard glared hard at Lao Wang who was speaking, and was about to curse.

Lao Wang also knew that he would definitely scold him, but such an opportunity was too rare. Once he missed it, he would never come back again. He shrank his neck, but still looked at Zuo Mo expectantly.

Zuo Mo smiled and said, "I have quite a few magical costumes. Let me ask you something. If you know, I will give you one as a gift."

Lao Wang's eyes immediately shone and he couldn't wait to ask: "What's the matter, master, just ask!"

"If anyone can tell me where the death energy is the strongest in the Boiling Pond Sea, I will give him a magical costume." Zuo Mo still had a smile on his face.

"I know." Lao Wang was very smart and said quickly: "The one with the strongest death aura in Wanbochi Sea is of course Death Eye."

Everyone else showed signs of annoyance and kept silent. They didn't expect that the master would ask such a simple question.

As soon as Zuo Mo saw the other people's expressions, he knew that what this person said was true, and he said cheerfully: "I'll give you a magical outfit, just wait a moment."

With a flip of his palm, he had a magical outfit in his hand.

This Mo Yun divine costume was left behind by him back then, but it was not suitable for using the power of Hades. Zuo Mo made a move with his hand, and hiss, a large amount of death energy suddenly surged towards the divine costume in his hand.

Gray spreads rapidly along the divine outfit.

Wherever the gray sweeps, complex magic patterns take shape at a speed visible to the naked eye. The divine costume is like a living creature, constantly squirming, changing shape, and sprouting many spikes.

Everyone had never seen such an incredible weapon refining method before, and they were all stunned and speechless. Even the guards stared at the divine armor in Zuo Mo's hands with wide eyes at this time, speechless.

In about one stick of incense, Zuo Mo's magical costume had been modified. The divine armor tempered with death energy looks completely different from before. It has a rougher appearance and dense spikes, which makes it look a bit ugly.

Zuo Mo threw the magical costume to Lao Wang who just spoke: "Here you go."

Lao Wang couldn't put it down, and he quickly put it on. The originally ugly gray divine costume became more unspeakably ferocious and ferocious when worn. The dense thorns are intimidating.

Lao Wang was overjoyed. He activated his divine power, and suddenly the spikes on the surface of the divine costume suddenly seemed to come alive.

The gray spikes turned into gray snakes the size of fingertips. These gray snakes came alive and hissed from time to time.

"[Underworld Snake God Technique]!"

"Isn't Lao Wu's Dark Snake always unable to take shape? The divine outfit is so powerful!"

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Everyone started talking, and the eyes they looked at Zuo Mo became as fiery as fire.

Zuo Mo didn't want to waste time here, so he turned to the guard and asked, "Do you know where the dead eye is?"

The guard showed hesitation: "Master doesn't know something. The Dead Eye is indeed the place with the thickest death aura in the Boiling Pond Sea, but the death aura in that place is so thick that there is no way to get in."

"Oh, you take me to have a look, just look at it from a distance." Zuo Mo said when he saw the guard hesitate.

"Okay." The guard did not hesitate, turned to the others, and shouted: "Let's all disperse, what fun is there!" He then said to Lao Wang: "Lao Wang, you have made a profit this time, you will lead the way."

"Okay!" Lao Wang said happily and led the way forward.

The guard turned to Zuo Mo and explained: "Master, the death here is too thick to fly, so we can only walk."

"Okay." Zuo Mo nodded.

There are still demons in the underworld, and although the Yinling Guards are a bit weird, the demons here are still physically strong. They cannot learn the set of divine patterns used by cultivators, but it is not difficult for them to temper their body with divine power.

Zuo Mo had long discovered that the Yin Ling Ghost Master and the others were extremely physically strong, even stronger than him. Even for Gu Wushuang's skeleton, Zuo Mo was sure that even if a flying sword struck it, not even a single spark would burst out from the bones on his body.

The divine art practiced by the Yin Ling Guards contains a very strong sense of death. The more difficult they practice, the more their bodies will become strange, just like the Yin Ling Ghost Master and Gu Wushuang.

Fortunately, Zuo Mo had just removed the blazing currents in his body, which was when his body was at its most relaxed, so it was not difficult to follow him.

"A master is a master, I didn't expect his body to be so strong!" Lao Wang couldn't help but say.

Others were also greatly surprised. Judging from Zuo Mo's refining of weapons just now, almost everyone felt that Zuo Mo was a cultivator. Refining weapons to such an extent is not possible in the underworld.

Everyone thinks that the master is unpredictable. He is not affected by the death energy, and his body does not look strong, but he is as powerful as a demon, and his weapon refining skills are beyond words.

Zuo Mo smiled without explaining. Suddenly, he felt something in his heart and his pupils shrank suddenly.

He stopped and said calmly: "Friends in front of you, come out!"

The guards and others were all very experienced in combat. When they heard Zuo Mo's words, their expressions changed slightly, and they quickly protected Zuo Mo in the middle, as if they were facing a formidable enemy!

Lao Wang, who had been timid and timid just now, stood at the front of the team with eyes wide open and looked brave and fearless.

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