After flying for about half an hour, there was still no sign of it. Left Mo calmed down and knew that being anxious was useless. With the stupid bird's vigorous flight, it would probably take some time to stop. As long as the direction was correct, it could be found eventually.

  The small tower's spewed out ash ball was some five-elemental hybrid substance, the silly bird swallowed so much, and he didn't know what kind of change it would bring about, as long as nothing bad happened. He was very worried in his heart, the silly bird was the first spiritual beast to follow him, with extremely deep feelings. Although usually that goods was arrogant and proud like a soft girl, plus loved to show off, not taking people seriously and other bad habits, but thinking back to when he himself was injured, the silly bird carried him and rushed back with all its might, his heart still felt quite moved.

  Suddenly a very fine sword light flashed twenty miles away from him.

  Zuo Mo was slightly surprised, it seemed that his luck tonight wasn't so bad after all. Encountering other sword cultivators while traveling at night was a matter of luck. Especially now that the population of Xiaoyao Sanjie had dwindled, with only one in ten cultivators remaining, he had actually encountered two groups in just one night.

  He was just about to go forward and investigate, asking if the other party had seen the silly bird, but unexpectedly the sword light flashed, flying straight towards him.

  Since there was no other way, he simply stood still on the spot and waited for his opponent.

  As the other party flew closer, Zuo Mo finally saw who it was. The newcomer was a relatively young cultivator, about twenty years old, with a shining spiritual armor on his body that was obviously not an ordinary item. Under his feet was a flying sword shaped like a spirit snake, riding the wind as he moved, looking elegant and carefree.

  Seeing the other's proud face, Zuo Mo muttered to himself. Before he could speak, he heard the other shout: "Hey, do you know the Five Elements Spell?"

  Zuo Mo immediately felt displeased, his eyebrows furrowing involuntarily as he suspected that this person was definitely a disciple who had just come out of the sect to gain experience. In the outside world, just this arrogant and domineering tone would be enough to get him killed many times over.

  "Just a little." Zuo Mo decided not to ask about the silly bird's affairs and swallowed his words.

  His eyes lit up: "Follow me!" He then turned around to leave.

  Zuo Mo rubbed his nose, where did this silly bird come from? Oh no, no, no! If the silly bird knew it shared the same name as this guy in front of him, it would be so ashamed that it would die by crashing into a wall!

  The other's ignorance of the heights and depths left Zuo Mo speechless. He immediately had a thought, how could such a person still be alive in the small mountain village? The only place he could think of was the Bright Summit Sect!

  Only the Ming Xiao Sect would have such an innocent disciple who is ignorant of worldly affairs!

  "Are you a disciple of the Ming Xiao Sect?" Zuo Mo asked with his head tilted.

  "Haha, you also know that I'm from the Ming Xiao Sect! Since you know, then listen obediently! When I'm happy, you'll get some benefits. If you provoke me, humph, even if Mount Shan is big, there's no place for you to hide." The other person turned around and said proudly.

  It's really a narrow road for enemies!

  Since he knew that the other party was a disciple of the Ming Xiao Sect, Zuo Mo didn't have any reservations. With a flip of his hand, a flying sword appeared in his hand. This flying sword was entirely dark green, with what seemed to be ripples flowing through it, and its spiritual energy was extraordinary. This flying sword was called the You Shui Sword, a top-tier third-grade treasure, even more powerful than the Shui Xin Sword that Zuo Mo had used back then.

  The treasures obtained, Zuo Mo would only pick out the ones he liked or found useful and put them in his ring. Now, his ring was filled with all sorts of precious treasures and rare materials.

  This Yu Shui sword, although only a third-grade artifact, is forged from the purest essence of Bi Yu Shui, with an unparalleled concentration of water-based energy, already at the top level among third-grade artifacts.

  Youyu's sword in hand, in mid-air, his left foot as if stepping on flat ground, tap-tap-tap, a series of dense small quick steps, the place where his soles touched the air, energy bursting out!

  Facing a cultivator of the Congming stage, Zuo Mo was not afraid at all. He had defeated a Congming stage cultivator during his foundation building period, and now that he had broken through to the Congming stage himself, his confidence had greatly increased. Moreover, for this period of time, his imaginary enemy had been Ming Xuan Old Ancestor. Compared to the terror of the Golden Dan, the masters of the Three Heavens of the Congming stage seemed not so terrifying after all.

  As soon as he made his move, it was "Li Shui Fen Tian"!

  In an instant, the body of the Yuanshui sword was covered with water-shaped flames. These transparent and clear flames were like a piece of living crystal, swallowing and spitting out irregularly, as if they were alive!

  Unlike the previous flames that reached several meters high, the sword body's water-shaped flame is now only about a foot long, quiet and serene!

  This means that Zuo Mo's sword intent is even more condensed and further advanced.

  "The Water-Departing Sword Manual" is only a third-rate sword manual, but Zuo Mo has grasped the underlying intent of the sword. If he continues on this path, tempering his will and exploring variations, he may even be able to create new sword moves.

  Zuo Mo hadn't expected that among the various sword intents, the one he grasped most deeply wasn't the Ice Dragon Sword Intent, but rather the Departing Water Sword Intent. The third-grade sword mantra, in his hands, had even more variations.

  As if with a wave of his hand, without any hindrance, the small steps brought countless afterimages, and in his hand was a water sword with a faint flame!

  Lightly slash upwards!

  No more violent storms, no more swords clashing everywhere, no more winds howling!

  Soft as water, bright as fire!

  A gleam of faint light flashed by, just like that, lightly and quietly, like a spark unintentionally ignited, flashing past in an instant.

  The disciples of Ming Xiao's sect changed their faces and shouted angrily: "How dare you! You dare..."

  His voice came to an abrupt halt, his face changed drastically, a strand of seemingly tangible solidified sword intent firmly locked onto him!

  Sword Intention!

  He's actually a master who has grasped the intent of the sword!

  Ming Xiao was also a sword-repairing sect, so he naturally knew how formidable it was and that this time he had hit an iron plate.

  Among the disciples of Ming Xiao Sect, only three senior brothers had grasped the sword intent, and he happened to meet one of them so easily! He was deeply regretful in his heart. The internal competition within Ming Xiao Sect was extremely fierce, and the strength of several senior brothers had long been deeply rooted in his mind.

  One bite of the teeth, two hands one stroke, a point of broken starlight shoots out to the left!

  "Huh!" In mid-air, Zuo Mo's body didn't change, but his wrist shook slightly, bringing up a circular flame shield!

  Flickering flames, like a large net, enveloping the shattered millet.

  Zuo Mo stopped in his tracks, his hand grasping at the air, a transparent flame enveloping that fragment of crystal as it slowly flew before him.

  "Xiao Chen Sha!" Zuo Mo's eyes suddenly widened, and without hesitation, he opened his mouth to spew out a strand of pure golden flames - the Golden Crow Fire. As soon as the Golden Crow Fire appeared, Zuo Mo dispersed his sword intent, and the faintly transparent flames crackled into countless water vapors, dissipating into thin air.

  Golden crow fire swooshes out a flame line, wrapping around this point of shattered millet.

  "Golden Crow Fire!" The disciple of Ming Xiao's face was deathly pale, and he stuttered with a trembling voice.

  The golden crow's fire was contained in a single volume of Xuan dust sand, and Zuo Mo couldn't help but shake his head. What a waste of good things! The Xuan dust sand was the essence of the earth element, and this grain of river sand-sized Xuan dust sand weighed as much as 800 catties! Such a precious treasure of the earth element, yet the technique used to refine it was incredibly rough, which pained Zuo Mo's heart, who was accustomed to being meticulous and precise.

  Jin Wu Huo effortlessly wiped away the array of symbols on the Xuan dust sand, and this grain of Xuan dust sand also revealed its true appearance.

  It is a very standard square body, with a dark yellow color, and when it falls into the palm of your hand, you feel that your right hand has sunk, almost dropping it.

  Too heavy!

  A unique dusty aura wafted out, and Zuomo suddenly felt as if he was in the midst of a dense dust.

  Good stuff!

  Zuo Mo was overjoyed, and immediately threw it into his ring. This small piece of star sand may be tiny, but it's a rare fourth-grade material. If refined properly, it could become a good magical artifact!

  That Ming Xiao disciple was completely stunned, this grain of Ling dust sand was his life-saving treasure, and it was actually taken by the opponent so easily, instantly leaving him dumbfounded!

  After a while, he finally reacted and pointed at Zuo Mo, scolding: "You you you..."

  "You" for half a day, Zuo Mo still didn't hear the next part, hehe smiled and sized up his opponent: "Can't tell, little guy, you're quite rich, huh!"

  "What... what do you want?" Ming Xiao's disciple saw Zuo Mo's greedy gaze and suddenly became panicked.

  "Don't want to do anything, hehe, good things should be shared with everyone!" Zuo Mo said with a smile, his hands now holding seven or eight red cords with yellow tassels, each cord no thicker than a chopstick.

  "Bind the immortal rope!" Ming Xiao's disciple almost fainted.

  Born in the Mingxia Sect, a major sect, it may not be possible for others, but their vision and insight are absolutely stronger than those of smaller sects. The red rope on Zuo Mo's hand is all tied up with Xian Suo! Xian Suo is a general term for a type of magical treasure, its purpose is also very simple, can only be used to bind the enemy.

  His only impression of the binding rope was that it was extremely valuable! Because in order to bind and hold onto the opponent, most binding ropes were made from materials that were difficult for flying swords to cut through, refined and woven together. This could guarantee that they were tough enough, and wouldn't be broken or cut off by the enemy.

  He had never seen anyone pick up a handful of rope and pull out seven or eight bundles of hemp.

  He never thought that he would one day have to face seven or eight bundles of heavenly rope!

  "Hmm, you're quite knowledgeable." Zuo Mo said with his mouth, but his hands didn't slow down, and the eight Strands of Heaven Chasing Rope shot out with a whoosh.

  The rope shot out of his palm and swelled in the wind, stretching up to ten zhang!

  Eight ropes tied up a heavenly rope, unexpectedly creating a magnificent and spectacular scene of sky-covering rope shadows.

  The other party had no room to move at all, resisted a couple of times, and was tied up tightly.

  However, when Zuo Mo saw a huge rope egg wrapped in seven or eight layers of Shou Yuan's rope, with no sign of the person inside, he was taken aback. He hastily retracted the excess rope, leaving only one strand behind, and looked at Ming Xiang's disciple, who had already fainted.

  But he immediately lit up in front of his eyes, this is a good tactic!

  The Binding Heavenly Rope is a third-grade treasure, with a single use and an expensive price. He hadn't noticed it before, only thinking it was interesting, so he put it in his ring. The scene just now made him immediately realize the power of this move. One binding rope would not be enough to defeat the opponent, who could dodge or block it, but the Binding Heavenly Rope had one advantage - it didn't require much control.

  Each strand of the heavenly rope, under the urging of spiritual power, stretched for as long as ten zhang!

  Eighty feet of ten-zhang rope is enough to lay out a big net in the air!

  Nowhere to hide, nothing can stop it!

  If he were facing this scene himself, he couldn't help but shudder...

  Zuo Mo's mood was great after thinking of a new tactic, and seeing the bound Ming Jue, his mood became even more pleasant.

  After all, I still have to go out!

  If you don't go out, there will be no harvest!

  With a light wave of his hand, the tightly bound Ming Xiao's disciple was lifted and flown in front of him. Zuō Mò hummed a tune as he began to search him slowly and carefully.

  No ring...

  Then strip off your clothes, no, it's stripping spiritual armor...