Chapter 16 (2/2)
His head started to ache After receiving two blows from the stroke strike, his spirit was already wounded And, thinking about the pain as his body being co split in half, his face slightly paled
Co this sword essence, there were many benefits But, at the sa wounded, it was much harder to heal than other wounds
The pain at his headthe sound tablet beside hiy
“Fierce conflict has once again exploded at bloody Sky Metropolis Jie……”
The voice inside the sound tablet made Zuo Mo pause The sound tablet was an essential part of his life He would listen to the sound tablet each night to go to sleep In this length of time, there was a clear increase in the news about the conflict at bloody Sky Metropolis Jie
Was it the yao and was starting to counterattack?
He thought humorously, but he quickly threw the question to one side No matter if it was bloody Sky Metropolis Jie, or yaomo, it was one hundred thousand miles away from him, completely unrelated He didn’t even think the yaoo, the war between the xiuzhe and yaomo, it ended in a complete victory for the xiuzhe If there wasn’t a bloody Sky Metropolis Jie stopping the forward progress of the xiuzhe, it was very likely that the yaomo would have already been completely eradicated
Following that was some news on the Sword Test Conference Zuo Mo wasn’t very interested
Suddenly, his head felt like it was cracking Zuo Mo grunted as he hugged his head His consciousness ounded
The greatest pain in a life came when a beautiful woman dropped out of the sky, but at the sauarded the beauty
Even more painful was just when they saw the peerless face of the beauty, they were kicked by the evil dragon at the weak spot
Zuo Mo wailed inside Fixing his consciousness was his ht noever, to a low-level xiuzhe with only the cultivation of lianqi eighth level, fixing consciousness was a question that was far out of his power
Pain!
It was like the deepest part of the brain was being lightly craved by so a small knife Just a while and Zuo Mo was almost insane
Hugging his head as he sat on the roof, the painful groans continued
Zuo Mo wanted to cry Holding his head, he almost crawled to move to the meditation mat in the seclusion room
His only hope right noas that mediation could decrease the pain Very quickly, the cruel reality destroyed his last hope No y, the pain of his spirit didn’t lessen
His entire person seemed to have been chopped in two, but his body ell
He hugged his head, rolling and groaning on the floor Gradually, the sound of wailing became lower
Those who are ignorant have no fear He had only theof the spirit If his cultivation was just a bit deeper, he would understanda consciousness, even those xiuzhe who had a cultivation of ningmai, didn’t havewould be easier
But, if a jindan gave aid, that price definitely wasn’t a small one
Low-level xiuzhe didn’t dare to touch the spirit Not even the Zen xiu who specialized in the consciousness, before the stage of jindan, they also wouldn’t dare
Zuo Mo was just a low-level xiuzhe who just achieve the eighth level of lianqi His sea of consciousness suffered two continuous blows that far surpassed his ability to bear The fact that he didn’t already die was a miracle
A wound to the consciousness, if there wasn’t an outside power to heal it, it wouldn’t disappear
The pitiful Zuo Mo curled coth to roll any was shallow, his awareness fuzzy
Faintly, he see
“Thou wants to live?”
A si
“Save
“To abide by ive my oath, will thou?”
“Too outrageous!” Zuo Mo, on his last breaths, couldn’t help but wail He suddenly had the feeling he had been tricked
“Will thou?” the i voice was like thunder, filled with oppression
“Go to hell!” Zuo Mo unexpectedly raged: “Don’t assume that I don’t know it’s you that tricked……” He stilled wanted to curse, but the pain of his spirit was so extreme he couldn’t help but scream
“Will thou?”
“Go to hell!” Zuo Mo swore as he screaer
“Will thou?”
“Go to hell!” Zuo Mo didn’t even have the energy to screaer He could only weakly whine
“Will thou?”
“Go to hell!” Zuo Mo’s ansas like the whine of a mosquito, the sound thin, like a hair strand
“Will thou?”
“Go to hell……”
Zuo Mo’s awareness was a puddle of dizziness as he struggled
That i and authoritative sound finally silenced At this ti in the surroundings indistinct
In his dizziness, he didn’t know if it was his delusion That voice spoke again, no dignity left, only loneliness
“The ceremony lost, the desire dead, only the oath once taken……”
The voice seemed further and further away from him He became unconscious
In the sea of consciousness of Zuo Mo as in a co quietly landed
As it landed, it penetrated into the sea of consciousness, grew roots, germinated, bloomed, bore fruit Countless black dandelion seeds continuously spilled, floating to every corner of Zuo Mo’s consciousness
In the blink of an eye, the sea of consciousness beca into countless wisps of black smoke
The black sure of a person