Campsite.

  Zuo Mo looked at the female cultivator and scratched his head: "You should have a name, so that everyone can call you." He had just changed into a new body, and his hair was still short. When he scratched it, he felt like his hair was as hard as iron wire and poked his hand. What's going on? How could hair be this hard?

  A lady's ears are so filled with her needlework that she cannot hear anything else.

  When Zuo Mo last examined her injuries, he discovered a strange and eerie power within her. The shocking injuries inside her body hadn't worsened precisely because this strange power existed. This unknown power was like strong spider silk, spreading to every corner of her body. Sometimes, Zuo Mo even suspected that if this power didn't exist, her body would have exploded into pieces.

  Her aura was intimidating, and it should also be the reason for this inexplicable power, Zuo Mo thought. No one dared to approach her. Even Chou bird, that silly big sister, didn't dare to get within three feet of her, let alone Xiao Ta and Xiao Hei, those two cowards.

  The girl still didn't react, so Mo put his attention back to the iron-wire-like hair on his forehead. I won't become more and more like a monster, he muttered in his heart.

  Three golden-armored guards stood with swords drawn, standing not far from him. They also seemed to be somewhat afraid of the female cultivator. This left Zuo Mo bewildered - weren't the golden-armored guards puppets? How could they still be afraid of people?

  The woman's whole body is so confusing that it makes people look at her in a daze.

  It seems that today is still fruitless, Zuo Mo shook his head. These days, he insisted on chatting with the female cultivator for a few words every day, trying to pull the relationship, but so far, the result is zero. She was like a stone statue, standing there motionless, and Zuo Mo had never heard her speak before.

  Isn't she mute?

  Zuo Mo was somewhat uncertain, thinking that this woman didn't seem to be from a large sect because she was really too disheveled. Her hair was messy and dirty, her entire body covered in dense, moss-like scabies, the only unharmed part being a pair of bare feet.

  To be honest, Zuo Mo had never seen such a beautiful foot. It was proportionate and white as jade or porcelain, without any blemishes, warm and delicate, exquisite beyond compare. When Zuo Mo saw this bare foot for the first time while examining her injuries, he was momentarily stunned.

  It's like emitting a fatal attraction, making it hard to move one's gaze away.

  What a pity, above the knee, it's all scabies.

  She wore a mask, loose hemp clothes, and bare feet trudging in the mud. The snow-white warm bare feet, with the black mud, formed a strong contrast, every time they touched, Zuo Mo couldn't help but hold his breath. But soon, more regret filled his heart, a woman, her whole body covered in scabies, was truly pitiful.

  He let out a faint sigh, and he didn't even know what he was feeling nostalgic about. He stood up and flew to the top of a mountain peak. Looking far into the distance, the sky was as blue as if it had been washed clean, white clouds were like silk, and the mountain wind blew gently, cool and refreshing beyond compare. The Tianxing Lake at the foot of the mountain was like a transparent gemstone, inlaid among the peaks.

  Zuo Mo's mood suddenly lifted. Although the spiritual energy of Xiaoyao Mountain had dissipated, it didn't make much difference to these plants and animals. On the contrary, because there were no more cultivators' activities, the mountains seemed even more lush and verdant.

  In order to build the city next, he set up camp at Tianxing Mountain. Suddenly remembering Chunyu Cheng's unwilling face, he couldn't help but smile wryly. Brother Cheng is indeed a famous fool!

  Ji Wei and Sun Bao led their men in a frantic rush to finish the work.

  The materials needed to build the city are a terrifying number. For example, the city bricks, which are mostly cut from mountain rocks, each of which needs to be refined and engraved with arrays. The cultivators' excavation of mountain rocks is not a trivial matter, but refining them is not easy either.

  In order to speed up the progress, Zuo Mo once again gathered a large amount of Golden Crow Fire, one portion per person. His disciples were naturally overjoyed and worked even harder.

  Each piece of bluestone is three zhang long, one zhang wide and one zhang high. After being excavated by the Golden Armor Guards, they are then refined by the craftsmen. However, what gives Zuo Mo a headache is that the Golden Crow Fire's grade is too high, these second-grade bluestones can easily melt into a pool of magma with just a slight carelessness.

  Later, the problem was solved by first engraving the symbol array and then refining it with Golden Crow Fire. However, after refinement, the Qing stone strip shrunk to more than half its original size, turned a cyan-gold color, had an extremely fine texture, and was incomparably hard. Even when Left Mou tried using his flying sword to slash at it, sparks flew everywhere but it didn't suffer any damage. It wasn't until Left Mou infused all of his spiritual energy into the sword that he was able to cut halfway through the stone.

  Such materials are not enough for making Lingjia and other things, but they are more than enough for building city walls.

  Fifty cultivators, all came to refine the Qing Shi strip. As for Zuo Mo himself, he was busy surveying the terrain. The newly built city must be arranged in an array. This time, the array was set up to deal with Golden Dan cultivators, and for Zuo Mo, this was a unprecedented test.

  All the big arrays he had laid out before, including the big array on the Araki Reef, were not enough to contend with the Jindan cultivators. He had seen Jindan cultivators before, but had never fought them and did not know how powerful they were, but he knew that they must be more powerful than he imagined.

  Jingmai and Jindan have an essential difference in understanding spiritual power.

  He didn't know how big the gap was in essence, he could only do his best.

  What a treacherous journey!

  Gazing at the distant mountains, Luo Mo's eyes were dark and profound.

  Nian Lu's body carried a person, the surrounding scenery constantly flew backwards, and the speed was not slow at all. Upon closer inspection, one would discover that his feet were supported by a white lotus flower. His white clothes were as snowy, the lotus flower was delicate and charming, he moved with the wind, and it was impossible to describe how elegant he looked, causing many girls along the way to gaze at him with shining eyes.

  "Wow! So cool!"

  The girls' screams were endless.

  The cultivators who were closely pursuing from behind heard the scream and their faces turned even more unsightly.

  At this time, Nian Lu had no intention of hiding anything, he chose the most direct route, a straight line!

  It wasn't just him, the other nine chosen ones were also in a straight line, they came from all directions within the town and rushed towards the south gate of Nan Sheng Town. If you looked down from the sky above Nan Sheng Town, you could see ten human figures, drawing out ten straight lines that were about to intersect at the town gate. Behind them, there were fifty or sixty cultivators who were being pulled along, rushing towards the town gate together.

  Many cultivators flew into the air, watching the commotion. They were also greatly shocked in their hearts, who dared to be so presumptuous on the territory of Mingxia Sect?

  Lei Peng was the first to arrive at the town gate, and he even had the leisure to turn his head and glance back at his rapidly approaching companions. With a pleased smirk on his face, he slowly turned around and walked through the town gate with an air of nonchalance.

  The other nine people saw Lei Peng's complacent expression at the same time, and the nine people rolled their eyes simultaneously. Without needing to be summoned, everyone let out a cold hum in unison and launched their attack!

  A sharp whistling sound suddenly echoed through Nan Sheng Town!

  Nine figures, like nine sharp arrows, with a piercing whistling sound, rushed straight to the town gate!

  The town gate of Nansheng Town was just a symbolic building, and He Xiang had never thought that anyone would dare to provoke the Mingxiao Sect. Dare to be reckless on the territory of the Mingxiao Sect? Unless you don't want to mix in Xiaoshan Boundary anymore. That's why the defense of Nansheng Town was simply weak and pitiful.

  Nine figures flashed by at high speed, and the poor town gate was instantly torn apart by a sharp gust of air!

  Dust fills the town gate, wood shavings fly everywhere!

  The cultivators who were chasing from behind arrived in succession, and upon seeing this, they didn't slow down at all. Their entire bodies shone with spiritual armor light, their spiritual screens opened, and they directly prepared to pass through the town gate!

  "I knew it, these people are definitely going to make us suffer."

  There is complaint in the dust.

  Innumerable sword blades suddenly shot out from the dust, like bats hidden in the darkness of night, extending their blood-sucking fangs.

  "An ambush!"

  The pursuers were shocked and lost their color.

  Pffft!

  The cultivator at the forefront didn't even have time to react, and the spiritual shield was pierced in an instant like it was made of paper. The cultivator's body had several more blood holes. This cultivator's facial expression immediately froze, his body lost control, and he fell into the dust like a sandbag, relying on inertia.

  Not just him, but also several cultivators in front of him, none survived.

  "Killing intent!"

  The cultivators behind were shocked and pale, such a withered and decayed sword edge, there was only one possibility - Sword Intent!

  Only a sword cultivator who has grasped the intent of the sword can release such a terrifying sword aura, and so easily pierce through the spiritual armor, killing with a single sword!

  The number of sword auras is not many, with different colors, apparently released by different sword cultivators!

  Not just one swordsman who grasps the intent of the sword!

  The faces of these cultivators changed greatly, and it was extremely rare for a sword cultivator to comprehend the intent of the sword. Among the condensed pulse phase sword cultivators who comprehended the intent of the sword, one in a hundred was already considered rare. Why did sword cultivators tirelessly strive to comprehend the intent of the sword?

  It's precisely because once one grasps the sword intent, the power of the sword edge will increase greatly. This amplification varies from person to person and depends on the sword technique, but one thing is certain: a swordsman who has grasped the sword intent is far more formidable than a fellow practitioner who hasn't!

  Seven sword cultivators died as soon as they met.

  Others were chilled to the bone, but secretly rejoiced that they had been pursued so tightly just now. What made them even happier was that the impact of the collision between the two sides swept away the dust that filled the air, revealing their true appearance.

  Five people!

  Only five people!

  They felt slightly at ease, but even if these five people had grasped the sword's intent, there were too few of them. There were fifty or sixty of their men.

  Zongru closed his eyes and stood in the middle of the street, holding a vajra pestle to subdue demons, with no joy or fear in his heart.

  His hand bell was destroyed in the battle with Blood Horn Anaconda, and Zuo Mo felt a bit guilty. He thought of finding another treasure for Zong Rou. However, Zong Rou was a rare cultivator who practiced Zen meditation, and his treasures were even harder to find. Suddenly, he remembered the half-ruined Ten Character Golden Demon-Slaying Mallet on his ring finger.

  That Ten Cross Vajra Demon-subduing Pestle is a genuine Zen meditation treasure, and last time Zongru's rosary was fully activated, also letting Zuomo glimpse the subtlety of Zen meditation treasures. He spent a lot of thought, re-refining this Ten Cross Vajra Demon-subduing Pestle, and gave it to Zongru.

  When the Vajra Pestle of Ten Character arrived in Zongru's hands, he immediately knew that this was a high-grade Zen meditation treasure. The body of the pestle contained extremely rich Zen thoughts, and it was unknown which senior had held this pestle for a long time to meditate, and over time, a large amount of Zen thoughts had accumulated inside the Vajra Pestle of Ten Character.

  This Ruyi Jingu Bang in Lü Mo's hand can only exert one percent of its power, compared to when it is in Sun Wukong's hand.

  The Zen meditation accumulated in the depths of his heart was of great benefit to Zongru's practice, and most precious were the fragments of predecessors' Zen insights contained within.

  Zongru had always been troubled by having no one to guide him, but now he was overjoyed as if he had obtained a precious treasure, and his progress was rapid.

  Apart from Quan Yi, even the divine ability that he thought would be impossible to cultivate in his lifetime was inadvertently cultivated!

  Feeling the Ten Crosses Vajra Pestle transmitting a gentle and cool breath, just as the sword's edge was about to disappear.

  Zongru's eyes snapped open from being tightly closed!