Immortal Immortal

Li Mo went to the Taoist temple and found that the tombstones all over the mountains and plains were all containers used to cultivate spiritual materials, but the spiritual materials were buried deep underground.

The Taoist temple is shrouded in clouds and mist, and there seem to be a large number of monks breathing spiritual energy in it.

Under the erosion of the spiritual power leaked from the weapon cultivator, the hills slowly rise, growing by about two meters every year. If a monk forms a pill and becomes an infant, the increase in altitude will be even more obvious.

The other branches will surely make full use of the characteristics of the weapon cultivation to build a blessed land and cave.

Li Mo didn't have to pay anything at all. As long as he chose to be buried in a mass crematorium when he became a baby, it would be a great blessing to the Taoism itself.

The fellow disciples regarded Li Mo as the God of Plague and hurriedly stayed away from him, leaving the four people who had just entered the sect alone to go to the main hall.

Li Mo immediately noticed that the building of the mass burial incinerator was lower than expected. It was obviously made of metal, but it was mostly flat floors.

He looked at the Taoist temple unabashedly, attracting countless eyes to look at the four people, full of hostility, admiration, hatred...

Including the alchemy cultivators, they all gathered around to watch Li Mo's arrival.

The corpse altar Taoist stood in the crowd, watching the commotion in the Taoist temple with cold eyes, his half-exposed brain radiating waves of heat.

"Zhenjun Huafu, what do you think of this future chief of the Five Paths Body?"

He deliberately emphasized a little more on the word "chief", obviously unwilling to do so.

The wizened old man with a short body next to him curled his lips. His most striking feature was the honeycomb-shaped external organs on his back.

"What else can the Five Paths Body have? I'm afraid it will take a few decades to form an elixir and become an infant. So, I suggest you don't think too much about it."

The two of them were more experienced alchemy monks in the Mass Burial Incinerator, but they did not join the Golden Cauldron Sect because they did not want to give up the resources of the outer sect.

During the discussion among the alchemy cultivators, Yan Lin and the others felt deeply pressured, but Li Mo still looked calm and calm.

They couldn't help but admire him.

I thought that in Li Mo's position, it was impossible to achieve such a peaceful state of mind, and he was worthy of being a born Nascent Soul embryo.

After passing through the pavilions of the Taoist temple, the main hall in the center comes into view.

The majestic momentum is intimidating. There are densely packed bronze statues in the main hall, which reminds Li Mo of the temple in the secret realm of Iron Tripod, where the Penglai Taoist priests are filled with clay sculptures.

The corpse altar priest stared at Li Mo.

The main hall is full of clay sculptures of inner disciples and Nascent Soul Cultivators who were buried in mass burials in the past dynasties. There is a trace of distraction attached to the statues while they are chanting.

It is inevitable that spiritual energy will overflow, so the main hall is made of solid "corpse sycamore".

When a new disciple steps into the main hall, a slight mistake will cause a riot of spiritual energy in the body, so serious injuries are everywhere.

"Hehehe..."

The corpse altar priest's face showed pleasure.

He asked his colleagues and learned that Li Mo achieved success in just one cup of tea. He was shocked and believed that his spiritual power would be inflated.

It would be interesting if I could make a mistake.

Taoist priest Li Mo watched the four of them enter the main hall. After noticing that the latter's body was no longer moving, his expression became more exaggerated.

Li Mo and the others felt a mixed spiritual power coming towards their faces.

Various whispers sounded in the ears, and the statues placed in the main hall seemed to come alive, looking at them sharply.

"Well……"

Li Mo couldn't help but dilate his pupils. The statue seemed to have a special magnetic field, which interfered with the movement of the ash spiritual power in the body.

Yan Lin and the other three also looked top-heavy, swaying around like they were drunk.

Li Mo didn't have the limbs to maintain balance, and he couldn't use the haze spiritual power. He subconsciously tensed his muscles and unconsciously bumped his shoulder against the threshold.

boom!

There was a muffled sound.

The metal threshold became twisted, and Li Mo almost hit it, even though he had restrained most of his strength.

The monks watching took a breath and couldn't help but look at each other in confusion.

"Mid-grade spiritual material corpse sycamore..."

The corpse altar priest murmured to himself, his expression full of disbelief, and at the same time he realized how terrible it was for Li Mo to be swallowed by the roe deer owl.

He finally knew why Qiongshan didn't clarify Li Mo's position in the mass burial incinerator.

It's really unnecessary. After all, with the blessing of the five rays that complement each other, Li Mo's practice efficiency will be extremely terrifying, and it will not threaten the alchemy weapon cultivation in the mass burial incinerator at all.

Maybe in just twenty or thirty years, the other party has already formed a golden elixir.

Promotion to the inner sect is a matter of course. Perhaps Li Mo has already become an infant after the corpse altar Taoist struggled for decades in the elixir formation stage.

The corpse altar priest lowered his head in frustration and turned away from the crowd.

The main hall door closed heavily, and the disciples dispersed one after another. Many alchemy cultivators were impressed by Li Mo's astonishing talent just by witnessing the power of the roe owl swallowing his body.

Li Mo looked around the main hall and found that there were nearly seventy inner disciples in the Mass Burial Incinerator, and the number of Nascent Soul weapon cultivators was five.

The statue is horribly deformed, and it can be seen that the mass burial incinerator was mainly made of metal and fire.

It barely fits the ash spiritual power of the Golden Fire Wood attribute.

Except for Qiong Shan, the remaining four Nascent Soul cultivators all have chimney-like physical features, pouring out dirty gas continuously.

None of their consciousness came to the main hall, but a large number of inner disciples paid attention to Li Mo.

However, the inner disciples' attitude towards Li Mo was ambiguous. The threat from the Five Paths Body was really too great, and they even felt faintly afraid in their hearts.

The arrival of consciousness on Qiongshan was a little late, but it was not two days long.

When the puppet transformed from clay arrives in the main hall, the initiation into Taoism is about to begin.

Qiongshan said in a deep voice: "The jade capital in the sky is mysterious, and the ancient pottery and white soil continue to interpret it."

"Now the three obstacles have been pushed aside, and the true path of cultivation is now in front of us."

"Please also ask Mother Furnace to witness."

Li Mo could notice that his consciousness was gradually connected with the main hall, and his name appeared on the wall in the corner.

The puppets changed the Taoist robes and hairpins for the four people, and silently recited the Taoist rules in front of the statue.

The process is extremely cumbersome. In contrast, the Heart Beast Sect only needs to take care of the affairs and select apprentices, without even checking their specific origins.

Li Mo followed the puppet to complete the ceremony.

At the same time, memories kept pouring out of the Creation Book in my mind, all about entering the Tao and teaching and receiving.

It can be seen that across thousands of years, the Ziqi sect still retains the Taoist tradition, which has been informed to the people as early as the mother furnace.

Li Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His name was actually recorded in the Mass Burial Incinerator. His identity as a disciple of the Ziqi Sect was completely confirmed.

Qiongshan was in a good mood.

He leaned over and asked: "Li Mo, are you willing to become a disciple of the old Taoist and be able to bury the true legend of the Incinerator?"

"Master, please bow to me."

Li Mo bowed respectfully, Qiongshan smiled and nodded, his expression extremely satisfied, and he even wanted to wake up fellow Yuan Ying and see the mystery of the five bodies.

"Master, I will give you a Taoist title."

"Li Mo, your most outstanding Dao body is not the Hunyuan Dao body or the Roe Deer Owl Swallowing Body, but the incomplete Seven Apertures of Heaven and Man. If it can be completed in the future, the achievements will be unimaginable."

"Being inseparable from the sect is called a heavenly being."

"Let's take Qingtian as our Taoist name."

"The five elements in the blue sky belong to gold, and the metal energy descends to Yi and Geng. The combination of Yi and Geng creates golden luck, which coincides with your Hunyuan Dao body. That's good."

Li Mo opened his mouth wide. He always felt that Qiongshan wanted to bring hatred to him. He was a small monk in the general stage with the Taoist name Qingtian.

It was a bit louder than his Taoist nickname "Shan Hai" when he was in the Heart Beast Sect.

"Thank you Master for giving me the Taoist title."

Li Mo had no choice but to agree, and glanced at Yan Lin and the others intentionally or unintentionally. The meaning in his eyes was self-evident, he just didn't want to spread the word.

The three of them looked bitter. You, a future Nascent Soul stage, have the nerve to embarrass us.

Qiongshan kept murmuring, and his whole body erupted with spiritual light. He seemed to have arranged something in the Taoist temple, and then he said: "You guys should exit the main hall first. I have something to discuss with Qingtian in detail."

Yan Lin and the others quickly left the main hall, and the statues of the inner disciples were restored to their original appearance.

"Qingtian, your daily practice is different from ordinary weapon practice. Just go to my practice hall and read the Taoist scriptures inside."

"There is a magic weapon left in the Xinggong Hall, and I will give it to you as a meeting gift."

Li Mo's heart skipped a beat. The magic weapon in Yuanyingqi Xiu's mouth could not be a middle-grade magic weapon. It was probably a high-grade magic weapon.

However, the magical weapons of the Ziqi Sect are all related to physical limbs and may not necessarily fit the body.

What he valued more was Daozang. As long as he could complete the Five Poisons and Five Gods Heart Meridian to the elixir-forming stage, a golden elixir would be formed within five years.

You can also find out the differences in grades through the records about golden elixirs.

Li Mo definitely wanted to form a high-grade golden elixir, otherwise his qualifications for the Five Paths Body would be in vain, so he would have to make more plans if necessary.

While he was thinking, the candlelight in the main hall became dim.

Qiong Shan's words were intermittent.

Li Mo realized something was wrong at this time and couldn't help but look up at the statue.

The surface of the bronze statue is covered with cracks, and at the same time, bits of brilliant phosphorescence are emitted, which is neither real nor imaginary, like a cloud of smoke and dust flowing.

The alluring phosphorescence gave Li Mo a feeling of extreme danger.

Li Mo's body felt inexplicably itchy, and the phosphorescence had seeped into his skin, flesh and bones from his pores, and his flawless body showed no resistance at all.

"What the hell?"

Li Mo stepped back several meters, staying away from the Qiongshan statue. At the same time, he could feel the phosphorescence withdrawing from his body like a thread.

He felt like a thorn in his back, and found that various organs were adhering to each other.

The corrosiveness of phosphorescence is far beyond imagination, but it has nothing to do with Qiongshan's magic. Instead, it is like Qingjingzi who was about to suffer from a fatal disease.

Could it be that Qiong Shan is on the verge of death?

Li Mo just wanted to turn around and escape from the main hall, but the phosphorescence only lasted for half a breath and disappeared again in the blink of an eye.

His skin and flesh were all covered with injuries of flesh and blood.

"Master, you..."

Qiongshan looked extremely tired, shook his head and said: "A strange phenomenon suddenly appeared deep in the Ziqi Sect. Fortunately, it did not hurt Qingtian's life."

"Not much to say, there is a statue of contact as a teacher in the Xinggong Hall. If you have any questions about practice, please use this to contact me..."

Before Qiong Shan finished speaking, his consciousness separated from the statue.

Li Mo felt deeply puzzled. Since the phosphorescence was not caused by Qiongshan itself, but was caused by the small world tenth level below, could it be...

Meteorite from the sky?

Li Mo's face was gloomy, the salamander tattoo released bursts of vitality, and his injuries recovered quickly.

In the 10,000 years since the founding of the Ziqi Sect, they should have never given up digging the crater. In the previous life, Blue Star would have dug through all of it.

"Meteorites from outside the sky, Tianchenzi's ascension, Mother Furnace..."

What happened in the great change of heaven and earth?