"In those days, I was in the demon realm and had a nickname...” The bamboo demon spoke halfway before realizing something and immediately changed the subject: “Hmph, let's not mention what happened back then. The people under your command aren't too bad in terms of personality, but their innate talents are really lacking."

  Pu Yao's face was helpless, Zuo Mo didn't know he still had more to say and didn't interrupt.

  "You've been slacking off lately, your demonic body has changed six times, your magic is in disarray and you haven't made any progress with the symbol arrays." The Pú Yāo's face sank: "Hmph, that guy gets all the benefits."

  Zuo Mo didn't know that Pu Yao was talking about the tombstone, and with a flip of his eyes, he said: "Don't say I don't cultivate demonic arts, who made your 'Small Thousand Leaf Hand' not as powerful as my Great Day Demon Body? You can't make me lose my life, right?"

  The aura of the Pú Yāo was stifled, the majestic body of the Dà Rì Mó was unparalleled, strong and unmatched. At this stage, finding a suitable match for his magical powers was not an easy task. The few methods he knew were extremely demanding to cultivate. In fact, advancing to the next level of the Dà Rì Mó's body was also extremely difficult, but somehow, amidst the chaos, he managed to cultivate it successfully, leaving the Pú Yāo greatly surprised.

  Is Zuo Mo really destined to cultivate demonic arts?

  Pu Yao's heart was increasingly displeased.

  "Hey, this is none of my business." The Pú Yāo sneered: "You're not looking for a spell, are you? No problem. Here's a catalog of minor demon spells, very simple stuff, 500 kinds. When you can master them, I'll give you one spell."

  After finishing speaking, he tossed a jade slip to Zuo Mo and completely ignored the stunned Zuo Mo, disappearing without a trace.

  This guy is crazy!

  After half a day, Zuo Mo's first thought after reacting was that Pu Yao had gone mad. Immediately, he felt both angry and furious, this guy didn't even care what time it was, in such a dangerous place, still having the leisure to compete with tombstones?

  "Pa! Come out for your brother!"

  "Idiot, I'm telling you, if you don't want to live anymore, don't drag me down with you!"

  ……

  No matter how loudly Zuomo scolded, Pu Yao didn't react at all. After shouting for a while, Zuomo got tired and sat down with a thud. He glanced at the jade slip and his expression immediately turned sour.

  Previously worried that there were too few Fa methods, I didn't expect that one day I would be worried because there are too many Fa methods and witchcraft to cultivate.

  The six transformations of Mahayana's magical body, with a power far beyond his imagination, made him extremely fond. Such a lifesaving skill, he naturally practiced tirelessly every day. Although the six transformations are not many in number, each transformation is profound and intricate, and it is not an easy task to master them to the point where they can be used at will.

  He had just mastered the second transformation of Golden Crow's Foot when Zhu You suddenly appeared at this critical moment, how could Zuo Mo not be furious?

  If one can cultivate the Six Transmutations to perfection, then their strength will be comparable to that of a Golden Elixir cultivator at the third level of the Three Realms!

  Zuo Mo suddenly burst into a loud scolding, leaving everyone else stunned and bewildered, each with a face full of confusion.

  Shu Long's entire body was enveloped in a thick, black aura. For three days, he remained motionless, like a stone wrapped in the dark energy. The entire camp was on high alert, as if facing a great enemy, and Shu Long became the first to break through, stirring up the nerves of the entire camp.

  Dark air churns, like countless black snakes rolling over.

  In the thick and heavy black air, two clusters of frightening red light suddenly lit up, like the fierce eyes of a bloodthirsty beast, which turned out to be the eyes of the dragon.

  Soldier!

  He crouched with his left hand clasped to his chest and his right hand hovering, assuming a bizarre posture, as a low, husky growl suddenly erupted from his mouth.

  The black air surrounding him was like being stimulated, and began to frantically surge towards his hands. A large amount of thick, ink-like black air, like a black python, coiled around his arms and slithered about.

  In the blink of an eye, the black air between his hands was thick and seemed substantial.

  A dark mist like ink flowed down drop by drop, forming a long black stream about one zhang (a unit of length) in length.

  The black air around Shu Long's body kept surging into the black stream. The pair of eyes that had turned a terrifying red revealed a hint of pain. Suddenly, the black air around Shu Long's body trembled and showed signs of dispersing, causing the surrounding people to cry out in surprise. However, the red glow in his eyes intensified, and the unstable black air was drawn back by an overwhelming force, immediately stabilizing itself, and the people around him let out a sigh of relief.

  Between his hands, a black thin stream flowed slowly and continuously, becoming thicker and more viscous, its flow speed also getting slower and slower.

  Lian Zuo Mo didn't care about his headache and ran over, the others didn't even dare to blink, they all knew that Shu Long's weapon was about to take shape.

  Suddenly, a surge of black air burst forth, and at the same time, the dragon's eyes flashed brightly, its previously relaxed hands clenched into fists.

  Bang!

  Two large hands, like two iron pincers, suddenly grasped the black thin stream.

  A dark, fine stream of black air dispersed around him, and with a sudden movement, the smoke dissipated, disappearing without a trace. A black long spear appeared before everyone's eyes. Suddenly, the black air surrounding Zhu Long drilled into his body, revealing his black armor.

  "Bu Long is fortunate not to have disgraced his orders!" Bu Long suppressed the excitement in his heart, walked up to Zuo Mo's face, and bowed solemnly.

  After advancing, Bundragon exudes a faintly stern majesty, and its strength has clearly increased by one level.

  "Great! Great! Great!" Zuo Mo was overjoyed, on one hand he was happy for Zhu Long's breakthrough, and on the other hand, Zhu Long's successful breakthrough also greatly boosted everyone's morale.

  Zuo Mo's gaze quickly fell on the black long spear in Zhu Long's hand, which was about one zhang (3.33 meters) long, with a sharp and pointed tip, an ancient and simple shape, and a body as thick as a goose egg, smooth and delicate to the touch, with an excellent texture. At the tip of the spear, there was a streak of dark red color that seemed like the bloody fangs of a fierce beast. A strong and cold killing intent emanated from the spear, making it clear at a glance that this was a top-notch deadly weapon.

  This time, the breakthrough not only gave Shulong this black halberd, but also changed his black armor. The original thick and heavy black armor plates thinned out a lot, with a more pure black color, the previous clumsy and heavy feeling was swept away, and instead gained a few points of agility.

  The guards and others had been unable to hold back any longer and swarmed over like a beehive.

  He smiled and dodged to one side as soon as he saw the situation.

  Lei Peng gazed at the joyful Weiyuan Camp from afar, muttering to himself: "Those Bundragon guys are really something else, they can even use Xuanxia Qi. We're just unlucky, stuck on this ship every day, it's suffocating."

  A year of green fingers, a cluster of cyan and white sword lilies blooming and withering, changing unpredictably. He didn't even raise his head and said: "You have the energy to complain, why not spend more time practicing knife techniques."

  Lei Peng's face became even more gloomy: "What a load of crap! I'm not like you, my knife technique is so powerful that if I were to cultivate it, this entire ship would be destroyed."

  The annual green sword, among which there are many small and exquisite sword moves, but Leipeng's knife is too big to open up. And once out of the Yunnuo ship, under the erosion of Xuan Sha Qi, not only is it dangerous, but also the speed of spiritual power consumption far exceeds that of usual times, he can't practice a few moves before his spiritual power is exhausted.

  Ma Fan happened to be passing by the two of them and stopped upon hearing this, staring at Lei Peng.

  Lei Peng initially didn't think much of it, but after being stared at for half a day and seeing Ma Fan still not speaking, he felt somewhat uneasy and said: "What's the matter, staring at me like that?"

  Ma Fan thought for a moment and said: "Your knife technique indeed takes the path of being strong and fierce, but if you can make it change to be more subtle and intricate, its power will necessarily increase further."

  Lei Peng was taken aback, and immediately fell into contemplation. He seemed rough and simple, but he wasn't stupid, and if he were, he wouldn't be able to grasp the meaning of Ma Fan's words. Ma Fan's words had instantly plunged him into deep thought.

  Ma Fan finished speaking and was about to leave, but Nian Lv hastily pulled him back, flattering: "Boss, how can you be so thick-skinned? I'm also your deputy! Give me some pointers!"

  Ma Fan revealed an expression of crying and laughing, two deputies, Lei Peng had a violent temper but was a smooth talker, Nian Lu had a gentle temperament but was a bit of a show-off. He lowered his head and thought for a moment: "Your 'Qinglian Sword Intent' is complex and varied, if you want to further improve, don't get too caught up in these variations, take the path of simplifying complexity, the true meaning of the sword."

  "The will of the sword is the heart... " Year Green muttered to herself, momentarily lost in thought.

  Ma Fan quietly left, but he also took a look outside the boat, and his heart was somewhat depressed. Xie Shan refined the Golden Elixir, which had a great stimulating effect on him. He himself had excellent talent in sword cultivation, and under his focus, he made rapid progress, especially in the realm of sword intent, where he almost grasped the edge of sword intent taking shape. At this time, the only thing limiting him was his cultivation level.

  Who would have thought that I'd suddenly fall into this ghostly place, not only is the spiritual energy extremely thin, but there's also a deadly Xuanxiao aura, it's even worse than Xiaoshan Boundary. Although Xiaoshan Boundary's spiritual energy is also thin, at least we had crystal stones in hand. But now that we have spirit stones on hand too, no one dares to use the crystal stones for cultivation, who knows how long we'll be stuck in this ghostly place? If we encounter danger, these crystal stones could be our lifeline!

  At this critical moment, how can he not be in a bad mood? However, his temperament and cultivation are much deeper than Leigong Year Green, and he can still restrain himself.

  Zuo Mo was holding the small demon technique directory in his hand, lost in thought. The small demon technique was another name for basic demon techniques, not some profound thing, but rather something that every demon had to study. As he flipped through it, Zuo Mo discovered that these small demon techniques weren't difficult to cultivate. He didn't immediately start cultivating them, instead pondering Pu Yao's intentions.

  The Pao demon was acting on a whim, changing unpredictably, and Zuo Mo had experienced it countless times before, but this time he had a strong feeling - this was probably just the beginning.

  This is where Zuo Mo's real headache lies.

  He didn't know what was wrong with Pu Yao, but judging from his attitude this time, it seemed very determined. And the series of events that followed would inevitably affect his cultivation of the Mahayana Demon Body Six Transmutations, and for now, these six transmutations were the foundation of his survival!

  Zuo Mo rubbed his temples in pain, he had to think of a way that would benefit both parties.

  Suddenly, Zuomo remembered that Pu Yao had asked him to study the magic seals. His heart moved and he wondered if this was the real reason why Pu Yao was so anxious. He clearly remembered how much Pu Yao cared about the seal array at that time. Later, although he took the Golden Elixir Pill, Pu Yao seemed to have recovered a lot, but thinking carefully, if only the Golden Elixir Pill could cure him, Pu Yao would not have been so tense at that time!

  Could it be the Fu Zhen's study? Zuomo seems somewhat uncertain.

  After breaking through the Small Mountain Boundary, a series of accidents left Zuo Mo at his wit's end, and he didn't even have time to calm down and study the art of formations. The value of formations was something that Zuo Mo understood very well. If it were to be wasted like this, it would be a pity. However, for now, he didn't have much time and couldn't do it himself.

  After a long deliberation, Pu Yao's purpose, Zuo Mo still hadn't figured it out thoroughly, but he decided to restart the study of the formation disk nonetheless.

  This time, he decided to go all out.