Even sitting on the ground, Ma Fan was like a sharp sword out of its scabbard at this moment, with his sword intent overflowing in all directions!

  Nor did he see him make any move, and then disappear without a trace.

  Xie Shan, who was cultivating "Jie Ling", suddenly moved in his heart and stopped. He looked up at the sky. Almost at the same time, Shu Long also looked up at the sky, with a look of movement on his face.

  In the sky, Ma Fan stood quietly in the midst of a killing fog.

  Those poisonous miasmas were repelled by an invisible force and could not approach within a seven-foot radius of Ma Fan. Ma Fan's clothes fluttered wildly, but what was strange was that he looked terrifying, yet the crowd did not feel much fluctuation in spiritual energy.

  "Killing intent..." Xie Shan's eyes suddenly widened, his light bursting forth, and his expression subtly changed.

  Ma Fan stretched out his arms, like a large bird spreading its wings. His expression was solemn and stern. The dark fog seemed to be startled back, and in the blink of an eye, there was nothing within thirty feet around him.

  Such momentum, the people below in Zhu Que camp couldn't help but admire and worship. Ma Fan Lao Da is indeed Ma Fan Lao Da! The main focus of Zhu Que camp is on sword cultivation, and although their cultivation and realm are not enough, they don't lack insight, understanding that Ma Fan Lao Da must have gained new enlightenment regarding the intent of the sword.

  What was most clearly visible, however, was Xie Shan.

  The reason why the demonic fog retreated was that the space around Ma Fan was filled with countless intangible and formless sword intents! Moreover, these sword intents were quietly surging and flowing, as if they were nurturing something.

  Suddenly, Xie Shan was struck by a thunderbolt, his mouth agape, staring at the solemn expression of Ma Fan in the sky, his eyes filled with incredulity.

  Transform!

  Sword Intent Takes Shape!

  No way!

  Isn't the realm of Sword Intent Manifestation only attainable by Golden Elixir cultivators? But what's unfolding before his eyes makes it hard for him to accept. After a while, Xie Shan, who had been standing still in a daze, gradually regained his composure, his mouth filled with bitterness. He, a Golden Elixir cultivator, hadn't reached the realm of Sword Intent Manifestation, yet Ma Fan, a Qi Condensation cultivator, had grasped it first.

  Ma Fan's entire body was enveloped by countless, densely packed, and transparent sword intents that filled the air.

  The sky... The sky...

  Ma Fan's eyes were tightly closed, as if he had gained some insight.

  A torrent of ferocious and majestic aura gathered from all sides, Ma Fan was like a small boat, swaying unsteadily in the stormy rain, on the verge of capsizing at any moment!

  This is...

  Xie Shan suddenly understood that Ma Fan was cultivating the "Ming Xiao Sword Manual". But he immediately furrowed his brow, revealing a few points of worry, and looked at the blood-stained crimson sky, his heart feeling even more uneasy.

  The sky here... isn't a good place for cultivating the "Ming Xiao Sword Manual"!

  The crimson sky becomes even more terrifying, black clouds quietly form.

  Ma Fan, who was in the eye of the storm, found himself in an even more precarious situation when he realized something was amiss, and there was no turning back. The sky here was filled with dark and malevolent energy that originated from a brutal war thousands of years ago, which had taken shape over the millennia and could easily erode one's mental state.

  The sky here has too many things that don't belong to the sky!

  The swirling mist that had just avoided him suddenly surged violently, forming dozens of misty tendrils that lunged at Ma Fan. The dozens of tendrils sealed off every direction around Ma Fan, leaving him no escape route. These misty tendrils were as fast as arrows, shooting towards Ma Fan in unison, and it seemed like he was about to be engulfed by them when, with a series of loud cracks, the misty tendrils that had just flown to surround Ma Fan suddenly burst open one after another.

  These sword intents were crushed by the surrounding sword intents of Ma Fan.

  But this is just the beginning!

  Innumerable red and black wisps of evil fog shot out from the evil fog, flying towards Ma Fan in unison.

  The deafening sound was incessant, and the bursting mist was too much to bear. Just a short while later, it formed a thick layer of mist. In the midst of the dense and heavy mist, the dull explosion sounds did not cease for a moment. A red-black giant egg-like mist hovered in mid-air.

  Everyone's face showed a worried look, but they could only watch helplessly, unable to lend a hand.

  ****

  The water is clear and the sky is empty.

  Nan Yue looked at the senior who was almost paralyzed, her eyes filled with respect. All along, in the Youguo Fu, she had been very diligent, but today seeing how the senior cultivated, she immediately felt that her own diligence was nothing compared to the senior's.

  "I'll be back in a while."

  The senior threw down this sentence and disappeared.

  Nan Yue was not too surprised, at this time her heart was filled with fighting spirit, and her senior had explained to her through actual actions how to cultivate. As for the "Tian Nan Archery", she wasn't so anxious about it either, what she learned today would be enough for her to cultivate for a long, long time.

  She backed out of Mosu's empty space, and today's lessons needed to be digested.

  ****

  Zuo Mo felt very refreshed and extremely pleased in his heart.

  Thirty miles, he spent only five hours, one hour less than what Pu Yao had asked for. If you subtract the time it took to explain the little demon's art to Nan Yue, he spent only four and a half hours. Especially when Zuo Mo caught the surprise and unexpectedness in Pu Yao's eyes, he felt an indescribable sense of coolness.

  In fact, his divine consciousness was almost exhausted. Four and a half hours of high-intensity deciphering, he tried for the first time, and his reaction was naturally much stronger.

  He didn't have time to savor this dark pleasure slowly, he had to enter meditation immediately and recover his consciousness.

  It wasn't until a whole day had passed that Zuo Mo slowly came to from his meditation, his consciousness only half recovered. Unfortunately, the sky here didn't have any stars, so he couldn't absorb star power. His consciousness had violently surged last time, and although the number of stars in his sea of consciousness hadn't increased, each one had become even brighter, shining with a dazzling light as they twinkled in the void.

  Zuo Mo's Sea of Consciousness had long since changed beyond recognition.

  The former sword river, almost disappeared, making Zuo Mo somewhat embarrassed. Those enchanting black flames also no longer had the same ferocity as before. Especially around the tombstone, the black flames completely disappeared, revealing a dark and shiny surface like metal, and the black air surrounding the tombstone was even more dense than before.

  According to Pu Yao's words, he is on the path of Star God Refining, and his divine sense contains star sand, which holds the power of the stars.

  What is the power of the stars, Zuo Mo didn't have any feeling. However, all ten stars grew bigger and his divine sense recovered much stronger than before. Each star sprinkled radiance, and his sea of consciousness was bathed in a faint starlight.

  When Zuo Mo saw the huge dark cloud in the sky, he was shocked. He hastily grabbed Xie Shan to ask, and when he learned that it was Ma Fan who was cultivating the "Bright Sky Sword Manual", he couldn't help but feel a little worried. But he also didn't have any way to deal with it, as among all his cultivation methods, the sword manual was now the weakest.

  He is now strongest in Mahayana Demon Body, followed by You Shu, he can't help but sigh, as a cultivator, this is not something to be proud of. Ma Fan's commotion will not end for the time being, and Zuo Mo doesn't bother to care about it either.

  He turned his face, but was shocked to find Ah Gui staring at him. Normally, Ah Gui and he were inseparable.

  "Are you okay?" Zuo Mo asked tentatively.

  A Gui didn't respond, Zuo Mo shook his head, he was indeed overthinking. He grabbed A Gui's hand and his consciousness entered his body to carefully examine him.

  His eyebrows furrowed quickly.

  A Gui's body was a mess, withered and lifeless. At first glance, it seemed no different from usual, but Zuo Mo discovered that on A Gui's heart, there was an extremely small purple mark. Zuo Mo had to check A Gui's condition every three to five days, and he was intimately familiar with the situation inside A Gui's body.

  He didn't have this purple mark last time he checked, so it can be seen that the purple mark was formed in these few days.

  Zuo Mo's heart suddenly sank, which meant that Ah Gui's body had undergone new changes in recent days, and he couldn't help but worry. If it was a good change, then it would be a fortunate thing, but if it was a bad change, he didn't have any measures to deal with it.

  Zuo Mo suddenly felt an intense sense of urgency.

  I must find the Water Cloud Fetus as soon as possible! But he also knew that if he rashly entered the depths of the killing fog, he might not even have a corpse left. Everyone was desperately cultivating, and for now, it wasn't the right time to enter the killing fog.

  Zuo Mo's mind suddenly became irritable and he walked out of the camp.

  The camp was located on the edge of the eerie fog, and from time to time, a strand of thick and thin eerie fog floated slowly by. His gaze was cast deep into the eerie fog, what kind of scene would be inside?

  "You can go fishing!" Pú Yāo suddenly said.

  "Go fishing?" Zuo Mo asked in surprise.

  "Hmm, you've got a spiritual treasure on you, it's only natural that many evil spirits will be attracted to it." The potted demon explained: "It's just right for practicing some minor demonic arts, and..."

  "And what?"

  "Don't you remember swallowing those refined spirits? If you want to rapidly expand your divine consciousness, this is a good method." The Lotus Demon sighed and said: "You're quite lucky!"

  Zuo Mo suddenly became spirited, in his view, the soul-strengthening brew was just a tonic. He wanted to learn the ancient sacrificial ritual mainly because he could use it to expand his own divine consciousness. With his current strength, venturing into the Soul-Stealing Fog was too dangerous.

  As expected, you're still a cunning and deceitful fox spirit!

  Zuo Mo felt a sense of emotion, and after some thought, he took out a treasure, the only sixth-grade treasure on his body - the Nine Turns Xuan Tu Pan. He didn't dare to use Xiao Ta as bait again, the commotion last time was too great. The Nine Turns Xuan Tu Pan had a hint of spirituality, although it wasn't as full of spirituality as Xiao Ta, but using it as bait would be perfect.

  The Jiu Zhuan Xiao Tu Pan that made countless people jealous was thrown to the ground, and Zuo Mo stood not far away, his eyes wide with wonder.

  Not long after, a red light suddenly burst out of the killing fog and rushed straight at the Nine Revolutions Xuanyuan Disc on the ground.

  Zuo Mo smiled slightly and threw out a small magic trick that he had already prepared in his hand.

  Splish-splash!

  The little demon's power was not strong, but the demon's technique was originally restrained by the soul-killing technique. This soul-killing technique didn't even let out a miserable cry before it dissipated into thin air. Zuo Mo wasn't in a hurry, he opened his mouth and sucked in that extremely fine thread of essence, which flew into his mouth.

  Evil spirits kept rushing out.

  Zuo Mo soon discovered that the little demon's art was perfect for dealing with evil spirits. Nowadays, he is extremely familiar with the little demon's art and can release it in a linked sequence without even thinking about it.

  Instead, he needed to be careful with the refined souls that had slipped through the net. This time, the feeling was clearer than before. The refined souls that had been absorbed into his body were drilling into the stars in the virtual space of his mind.

  Compared to last time, there are many fewer evil spirits this time, and Luo Mo is also much more relaxed.

  "Big brother, what are you doing?" Gong Sun Chi had somehow snuck up and was curiously asking.

  Zuo Mo's hand shook, and several strands of his essence flew towards Gong Sun Zan.