World of Cultivation

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety One – The First Battle of the Yin Fire Bead

Zhang Hao was sliced in two by the ice dragon sword essence.

Zuo Mo couldn’t suppress his injuries anymore and spat out another mouthful of blood!

That amazing ice dragon sword essence had not been cast by him directly, but through him using countless sword energies to construct it. The copycat sword essence was not very pure but the power was not something Zuo Mo could reach himself. The sword energies of Wu Kong Flag came from jindan experts and were extraordinary.

Already on the last of his strength Zhang Hao did not muster a response to the sword strike.

Zuo Mo wiped the blood from his mouth. His body was deathly tired. Using the sword formation while injured was his limit.

He grinned, a bit of madness flashed through his eyes.

So what if he was ningmai? Fight with ge, ge‘ll kill you!

Glancing at the corpse on the ground, Zuo Mo thought for a moment and then took it into his ring. This guy probably had a lot of good things. However, it wasn’t time to view his spoils, Zuo Mo thought regretfully.

He must first resolve the ball of light!

Zhang Hao’s sword energy and the [Yang Fiendish Hard Lightning] had merged into a ball of light. He really did not understand it. However, he didn’t have the time to ponder it. If this thing exploded, all of Desolate Wood Reef would probably be flattened.

The ball of light was like a miniature sun. Zuo Mo could clearly sense the terrifying ling power contained inside.

His little heart jerked and beat rapidly. He hurriedly asked, “Pu, what to do with this?”

“Run!” Pu Yao’s response did not contain anything unnecessary. He sighed helplessly, “I’m too weak now, and can’t even deal with a little thing like this,” He sounded very reflective.

Even Pu Yao couldn’t deal with it … …

Zuo Mo’s heart froze, his mouth volleying, “Aren’t you a Sky Yao?”

Pu Yao smirked, “It’s not there are no ways, there just aren’t any you could use.”

Zuo Mo paused. Did he really have to run?

But on this vast expanse of ocean, where could he run? Even if he had just killed Zhang Hao, the other side still had four more ningmai. He definitely would not be able to escape.

No, there had to be a way … … There definitely had to be a way!

Zuo Mo said to himself.

The “miniature sun” shook slightly. Even the ripples it gave off was frightening. The close he went, the more Zuo Mo’s heart shook.

Inside was a brutal ling power that could explode at any time!

Such a waste of ling power! Zuo Mo wanted to criticize Zhang Hao’s wastefulness. This absurd thought suddenly turned to a stroke of lightning.

Ling power!

This light ball contained ling power and hard lightning!

Wasn’t this an enormous jingshi? Except this jingshi was slightly dangerous … …

He opened his eyes as he had an daring idea.

The trembling of the “miniature sun” seemed to increase. It was becoming less stable.

Zuo Mo’s heart shook. The time did not allow him to think more. The idea he just had was bold but at least he could see hope.

Different materials appeared on his hands, his speed at maximum. He wanted to have a few extra pairs of hands as he furiously set up formations.

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The expressions of the Black Wind Bandits were both shocked and suspicious. They all stopped moving.

The Head’s presence had completely disappeared!

After that earth-shaking impact, Head’s presence had completely disappeared.

Had the Head been killed?

This absurd idea was like a poisonous viper that slowly corroded their remaining courage.

The big formation still existed. If the Head had won, the formation definitely would have broken. Head’s presence had disappeared, but the big formation was still present … …

Realizing that Zhang Hao was in trouble, every person’s first response was to go give aid. Yet, knowing that Zhang Hao had been killed in battle, their first response was flee!

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In the blink of an eye, Zuo Mo had finished setting up a formation.

What he set up was a Four-Turn fire formation, one that used the light ball as a replacement for jingshi. This idea was incredibly daring. The light ball was extremely unstable and could explode at any time. From any perspective, this idea was preposterous.

It might have been the stimulation of danger that caused Zuo Mo’s thoughts to be usually clear.

He swept the fire formation quickly. No mistakes! He released a breath and then his eyes became serious. Reaching out with his right hand, he started to draw in space.

The second move of [Little Thousand Leaf Hands], [Leaf Birth]!