Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty – Shu Long Black Halberd (1/2)

Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty – Shu Long Black Halberd

“In the past, I had a nickname in the yao world … …” Pu Yao said but he seemed to realize something and switched the topic. “Oh, let’s not mention what is in the past. The people you have don’t have bad personalities, but their talent isn’t great.”

Pu Yao had a face full of helplessness. Zuo Mo knew he had more to say, and didn’t interrupt.

“You have been practicing the six transformations of the Great Day mo physique, and you have let go of your yao arts. There hasn’t been much development in your study of formations.” Pu Yao’s expression darkened. “Hmph, that guy took all the benefits.”

Zuo Mo knew that Pu Yao was speaking of the gravestone. He rolled his eyes. “Don’t say that I’m not cultivating the yao arts. Who made it that your [Little Thousand Leaf Hands] isn’t as strong as the Great Day mo physique. You can’t have me lose my life.”

Pu Yao stopped speaking. The Great Day mo physique was domineering and unyielding. It really wasn’t an easy matter to find a yao art that could rival it at this stage. The few that he knew were extremely rigid in their cultivation. Actually, the progression of Great Day mo physique was extremely difficult, but Zuo Mo had muddled through it and succeeded. Pu Yao felt very surprised at that fact.

Was Zuo Mo fated to cultivate mo skills?

Pu Yao felt even more discontent.

“Ha, I don’t care about that.” Pu Yao smirked. “Don’t you want spells? No problem. Here, this is the Little Yao Art Record. It is a very simple thing. Five hundred types. When you can cultivate all of them, I will give you a spell.”

Finishing, he threw a jade scroll at Zuo Mo. Ignoring the gaping Zuo Mo, he disappeared.

This guy was crazy!

After a while, Zuo Mo’s first thought was that Pu Yao was crazy. He then was furious. This guy didn’t look at the time. In such a dangerous place, he had the idle time act passive-aggressively against the gravestone.

“Pu! Come out!”

“Idiot, ge is telling you. If you don’t want to live, don’t pull ge along!”

No matter how Zuo Mo swore, Pu Yao did not respond. After swearing for a while, Zuo Mo was tired, and sat down. Scanning the jade scroll, his expression instantly became bitter.

He had once been troubled by the lack of spells. He had never thought there would be a day where he would be troubled by having too many spells and yao arts to practice.

The power of the six transformations of the Great Day mo physique was out of his imagination. He liked them a lot. He naturally would practise such life-saving moves everyday. The six transformations didn’t have many changes, but each transformation was vast and profound. It wasn’t an easy matter to master them.

He had just familiarized himself with the second transformation [Golden Crow Feet]. How couldn’t Zuo Mo be angry about Pu Yao doing this at such an important time?

If he could master all six changes, Zuo Mo’s power would rival that of a jindan third stratum xiuzhe!

Zuo Mo suddenly swearing made everyone else still where they stood, their faces puzzled.

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Shu Long’s entire body was covered by thick black energy. In the last three days, he was motionless like a statue wrapped in black energy. The entire Guard Camp was on their guard. Shu Long was the first to make a breakthrough among them, and had attracted all of their attention.

The black energy roiled like countless snakes slithering about.

Two balls shocking red light suddenly lit up among the thick inky black energy. The blood-thirsty savage eyes of a wild beast were Shu Long’s eyes.

“Ping!”

Shu Long’s right hand rose in front of his chest, then his right hand pressed against the air as he made an extremely strange posture. He suddenly made a hoarse and deep roar.

The black energy around his body seemed to be stimulated and started to furiously flood towards his hands. Large volumes of black energy flowed on his arms like a black snake.

In the blink of an eye, the black energy on his hands was so thick it seemed tangible.

The inky black energy dripped and flowed down to form a black stream about one zhang long.

The black energy on Shu Long’s body continuously flowed towards this slender black flow. The shocking red eyes revealed a hint of pain. The black energy around Shu Long’s body suddenly shook, and showed signs of dissipating. The surrounding people exclaimed in shock. But the light of the red eyes brightened, and the slightly unsteady black energy seemed to be steadily attracted by an invisible force. Everyone in the surroundings released a breath.

Between the two hands, the slender black flow slowly flowed and became even thicker and more viscous. The speed of the flow became increasingly slow.

Even Zuo Mo ignored his headache and ran over. The other people didn’t even dare to blink. They all knew that Shu Long’s weapon was about to form.

The black energy of the black slender flow suddenly grew. At the same time, Shu Long’s eyes brightened. His two hands that had been grasping at air suddenly tightened.

Pia!

The two large hands were like two pincers that suddenly gripped the black slender flow.