The first few cultivators had already opened their spiritual cloak, and the armor on their bodies was shining with colorful light, which was really beautiful. However, the glow that usually brought them a sense of security now reflected on their faces, clearly revealing their terror.

  Many people involuntarily lifted their faces.

  In a violently shaking field of vision, a fireball suddenly enlarged and appeared in front of me instantly.

  Boom!

  Zuo Mo heavily smashed into the crowd of people.

  The three people at the forefront were like stones that had been ruthlessly thrown out, not even having time to let out a groan, and were nailed into the mud. Under such impact, except for cultivators who practiced body refinement, other cultivators didn't have the slightest chance of survival.

  The Ling Jia released a spiritual mask that was as fragile as paper, cut to shreds by the chaotic flow like a knife.

  A powerful impact, Left Mo was also unbearable, the flames surrounding his body suddenly dissipated, and a burst of blood mist spurted out. The blood mist sprayed onto those red flames, causing them to surge violently.

  Several monks who were unable to dodge in time were engulfed by the raging flames and their faces turned pale on the spot.

  Empty fire! Deadly empty fire!

  Zuo Mo didn't understand the power of this move, but there were many people in this group who recognized its value. Flowing Star Fire, aside from being as unstoppable as a shooting star, had another half of its strength that came from the Empty Fire.

  Kong Huo is a rather unusual flame, born from the turmoil of the air, as if it came out of thin air. Kong Huo is extremely difficult to extinguish, especially the power of water has no effect on it. Another characteristic of it is that it is extremely fierce, although its temperature is not high, but it can erode people's hearts and minds.

  In the blood foam sprayed out by Zuo, it actually contained its own essence, and the fierce flames caused seven or eight cultivators to suffer in silence. The pain of being injured in the heart was extremely painful, and several people let out miserable cries on the spot.

  Yu Shuai's remaining strength pierced through the formation of this group of people and rushed towards the ground.

  After such a violent collision, the boiling hot blood slowly cooled down, and Zuo Mo suddenly came to his senses. When he saw the situation around him, his scalp felt numb, and he cried out in misery.

  It's killing me! Have I gone crazy?

  How did it suddenly rush over...

  His face was deathly pale, his mouth murmuring unconsciously, the corner of his eye catching a glimpse of the rapidly approaching ground, and he hastily adjusted his posture. Thud! He landed in a most wretched state, and as soon as he touched down, he took off running.

  Everything that just happened was like a dream. But the only thing that's clear is that the reckless collision I came up with had quite some power, but the consumption of spiritual energy and divine consciousness was enormous, both of which have dropped below the danger line.

  If you don't run now, when will you?

  The results of his physical training during this period finally came into play, and without the support of spiritual power, he relied solely on his two legs to run extremely fast. And just now, his exquisite Flowing Star Empty Fire move stunned everyone, and no one dared to chase him.

  Panting and running for half a day, Zuo Mo finally stopped to catch his breath when he saw no one was chasing him from behind. The collision earlier had left him injured, his whole body feeling like it was about to fall apart.

  How did I end up rushing over there...

  Evil law...... Must be some kind of evil law......

  Zuo Mo's mind was racing as he thought about this problem, and he was certain that the female cultivator had cast some kind of evil spell on him! Otherwise, he would never have rushed over like that, how could he possibly do something so suicidal?

  There's something wrong! There must be something wrong!

  Panting heavily, no one was chasing him from behind, especially when he saw three golden armored guards and a group of soldiers led by Qu Curu coming to kill him.

  Seeing that nothing was wrong with Mo, Qu Wei let out a sigh of relief: "Boss, are you okay? The other Qu is recovering his spiritual energy and will be here soon."

  Zuo Mo waved his hand, with the other hand propping up his knee, panting heavily: "I'm fine, you guys go help that woman who's seeking death!"

  "Yes!" Qu Wei responded, just lifting his head, stiffened on the spot: "Boss..."

  Listening to Qu Wei's strange and eerie voice, Zuo Mo felt a bit odd. He raised his head and saw that Qu Wei's face was full of weird expressions, staring blankly at something behind him.

  He hastily turned around and followed Qu Wei's line of sight, suddenly freezing in place.

  In the sky, the female cultivator was like a weightless female ghost, lightly floating and wandering around her enemies. Her speed wasn't fast, her movements weren't sharp, nor did she see any spiritual light.

  But wherever they passed, the enemy fell like dumplings, constantly falling down and being smashed into meat pulp.

  How outrageous!

  A chill suddenly rose in Zuo Mo's heart!

  Too... too evil! What kind of magic is this? What kind of skill?

  In just a short while, there were only over thirty cultivators left in the sky.

  Gudong!

  Zuo Mo's face turned deathly pale, without a hint of blood color, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva. The scene before him had no dazzling brilliance, no sharp sword intent, no thunderous explosions, nothing at all.

  She walked barefoot, striding through the crowd with an air of confidence, a notorious cultivator, like a sandbag, was thrown to the ground. The pair of feet that had secretly admired her were now emitting a strong aura of death.

  A chill ran down Zuo Mo's spine, as if his bones had frozen. He stood there like a sculpture, his mouth agape. The other cultivators beside him were also pale with fear, not daring to breathe.

  This is the most bizarre and terrifying scene Zuo Mo has ever seen since he started keeping a record of events.

  Even they felt eerie and terrifying, those cultivators in the midst of battle, how much fear was in their hearts?

  Just now, the knife that was full of ferocity had a face like it had seen a ghost, with the muscles on its face trembling constantly. It turned around to escape, but found that it couldn't move at all, not even its fingers.

  Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the cultivators who were about to make their move all paused in mid-air, motionless, like wooden puppets.

  Delicate as porcelain, bare feet, every time they brush past someone, one person falls from the sky.

  In the blink of an eye, the vast battlefield in the sky was empty except for the female cultivator.

  Deathly stillness, a deathly silence.

  The wind blew by, and the nun floated quietly in mid-air.

  A rustling sound came from beside Luo Mo's ear, he turned his face and saw that all the cultivators around him were trembling with fear, their teeth chattering. Originally, Luo Mo's heart was racing uncontrollably and his whole body was cold, but seeing everyone's appearance, his fear suddenly dissipated a lot.

  Jiang Wei and Jiang Hao were pale-faced and trembling all over, their bodies beyond their control. The other cultivators around them were the same.

  The nun suddenly turned her face and looked this way.

  "Ah!" A terrified scream suddenly rang out in everyone's ears, and a cultivator's face was twisted, his eyes bulging, with several streaks of blood slowly flowing from his mouth and nose. He remained in this posture, softly falling to the ground.

  That shrill cry almost stopped Jiang Wei's heartbeat, and he was about to scold him when he saw the man's miserable state, which made his heart even more horrified! This subordinate had followed him for a long time and had seen countless battles, but today he was actually scared to death!

  Looking at others, he also knew that if he said to fight again now, he would be the first to be killed by everyone's chaotic swords!

  He glanced at the woman in the distance with a mask, like a flower child, with a sense of horror. He knew that this strange figure would be unforgettable for his whole life.

  "Retreat!" He suppressed the wild beating of his heart, used his inner energy to shout loudly, startling everyone awake, and led by example, turning around and running.

  Others were frightened and turned even paler, like a startled bird, turning around to flee frantically.

  The nun didn't chase after him, she just quietly watched as under her bare feet that shocked the heart and moved the soul, lay one hundred corpses scattered all over.

  Zuo Mo didn't know how he returned to the city, his mind was in a daze. The scene just now had given him too great of an impact and shock. It wasn't just him, all the cultivators in the entire city were like they had lost their souls. They had all personally witnessed the mysterious and unpredictable battle of the female cultivator. From then on, no one dared to raise their head to look at her, no one dared to slightly touch her gaze.

  The nun stood silently a short distance away from Zuo Mo, just like she was during peacetime.

  In the sea of knowledge, the Pú Yāo in front of Zuǒ Mò had a solemn expression, this was the first time he saw such a solemn expression on Pú Yāo's face.

  "What's the magic spell?" Zuo Mo asked gruffly.

  "I don't know." The Pú Yāo was also startled by the female cultivator, and he said in a low voice: "I can't think of any related spells or secret techniques."

  "When I examined her body, I found a very strange power inside her. Her body was almost on the verge of collapse, with dense and numerous old wounds." Zuo Mo thought for a moment, hoping to give Pu Yao some clues.

  "If that's the case, it should be a kind of self-injurious technique or secret skill. This type of technique and secret skill are powerful, but they harm one's body and longevity." The Pú Yāo said seriously: "You must be careful, her background is not simple."

  "Be careful......" Zuo Mo's face was even more bitter than a bitter melon, and he spread his hands: "How can I be careful?"

  Pu Yao didn't know what to say either, his complexion not much better than Zuo Mo's. Running into someone he couldn't figure out the origins of, who wasn't an opponent, made him, a former Sky Yao, feel deeply frustrated.

  "I wonder if we can ask her for help in dealing with Ming Xiao Lao Zu?" Zuo Mo suddenly said.

  "She's too young." The Pao Yao shook his head: "Even if it were a self-inflicted injury, the time she spent cultivating was still too short. Although she is very strong, she hasn't reached the Golden Elixir stage yet. Dealing with Condensed Pulse is like cutting vegetables, but dealing with Golden Elixir is a different story."

  "Jindan and Ningmai are not differences in types of power, but rather a difference in the nature of power." The Puyao continued: "The gap in nature cannot be resolved by simply using sword techniques."

  It's also worth thinking about.

  "You said, did she use a spell to confuse my mind?" Zuo Mo suddenly asked again: "Why did I rush out? It shouldn't be! I remember her eyes seemed to flash with purple light."

  "She's definitely useless, that much I'm clear about." The pao yao replied very affirmatively, but immediately his tone was also filled with doubt: "But what's strange is how you rushed out like that. You're the one who fears death the most."

  "I think so too." Zuo Mo didn't feel any shame, and nodded in agreement: "She didn't give me the Half Crystal Stone, what's there for me to be anxious about? This is really unfair!"

  "She's not pretty, if she were a beauty it would be fine..." Pu Yao stroked his chin thoughtfully.

  "Beautiful woman?" Zuo Mo's eyes widened and he unconsciously raised his voice: "No crystal! Not even a beautiful woman will do!"

  "What's going on?" The Peony Fairy was puzzled and couldn't figure it out.

  "Why...?" Zuo Mo furrowed his brow, looking worried.

  This matter is so bizarre, it's left him bewildered and unclear. Before he figures it out, his heart isn't at peace. Next time if it's still so ambiguous, he'll rush up and lose his life.

  Just then, in a quiet cave not far from Nansheng Town.

  Ma Fan and Xie Shan opened their eyes at the same time.