Immortal Immortal

Eighty-year-old corpse mountain, because the four peaks have turned into spiritual veins and merged into the magic weapon, more than 70% of the nutrients are concentrated in the main peak.

Li Mo could clearly feel that the speed of spiritual material transformation had increased.

With a slight thought in his mind, all the spiritual materials needed for the Hundred Refinements were transferred to the top of the main peak. Although they are not of satisfactory quality at the moment, there is indeed a chance to transform to the top grade in the long run.

Li Mo scanned the mountain of corpses and noticed that the chance of spiritual materials producing spiritual wisdom also increased a lot.

Moreover, the spiritual material is not only a rhizome that turns into hands and feet, but also grows human-like facial features. Unfortunately, the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose are just decorations.

Li Mo remembered that the "spiritual objects of heaven and earth" were relatively rare in the ancient world of immortality, and were the main materials specially used to refine magic weapons.

In the memory of the Book of Creation, the spiritual beings of heaven and earth also possess certain spiritual intelligence.

If things go on like this, maybe the Corpse Mountain can really give birth to spiritual beings from heaven and earth, or even derive an alternative spiritual practice system.

"Putting it in a small force like the Heart Beast Sect, even if they exhaust all their resources, they probably won't be able to support a mountain of corpses."

Li Mo looked a little complacent, not realizing at all how much wool he had done to refine the mountain of corpses.

He played with it for a long time, and then the mountain of corpses was taken back into his body.

Li Mo had no intention of continuing to dig. There seemed to be something at the bottom of the abyss, which gave him a vague feeling of something bad.

Moreover, at the speed at which special pages are produced, it only takes half a month at most.

He closed his eyes and rested his mind, practiced the weekly cycle with the help of the canned spiritual energy prepared in advance, and actually meditated peacefully in the crisis-ridden Luoyuan.

Only with divine consciousness can one be so unscrupulous.

The eyes of the cave god between Li Mo's brows rotated slightly, complementing his black and white eyes, causing the double golden elixir to quickly swallow the canned spiritual energy.

He has discovered the advantages of the Double Golden Elixir.

After the Haze Golden Pill reached the condensation stage, it was already ahead of the Ashes Golden Pill in the pseudo-dan stage, so there were towering people to assist in training, so that the Ashes Golden Pill could get the increase of the Haze Golden Pill.

Efficiency increased by 30% out of thin air.

Li Mo took this opportunity to see the possibility of the Ashes Golden Pill being promoted to the Condensing Pill stage in a short time.

When the cultivation level of the two golden elixirs is equal and the two spiritual powers blend with each other, the practice will become more convenient, and the elixir transformation period is just around the corner.

When Li Mo thought of this, his expression turned a little solemn.

After all, he is not far away from turning 100 years old. To ensure that he can survive his expected death safely, he must make adequate preparations in advance.

Li Mo closed his eyes and practiced, and the mandrill arranged the cave outside.

The magic weapon orb is hung on the wall, maintaining a faint light. The floor is covered with soft fur, and sandalwood is slowly burning.

The mandrill clapped his hands with satisfaction, and then went to refine the magic weapon embryo.

Li Mo didn't feel depressed at all when he was in Luoyuan. His resources were enough to support his practice for more than ten years, and he immediately fell into full concentration.

He didn't think he would be trapped in Luoyuan.

Even if it is impossible to leave Luoyuan through conventional means, as long as the mother furnace keeps breeding new robots, there will definitely be defective ones that will be eliminated.

Once the abyss opens, just find an opportunity to escape.

Time passes outside.

Li Mo's consciousness stared at the Taoist rhyme on the surface of the golden elixir, and he seemed to gain something vaguely, but they were all mysterious and mysterious truths.

He didn't open his eyes until the bone pagoda on the ground rippled again.

"Ghost Tiger, go for a run."

The ghost tiger emerged from the darkness excitedly, a pair of tiger eyes emitting a fierce light, and its tail that was ready to move slapped the crystal wall.

"Oh oh oh oh..."

The mandrill couldn't help but dance, wanting to participate in the fighting outside.

Among the seven tattooed beasts, the mandrill was the most aggressive. Moreover, it had been holding it in for a long time, and it was suddenly so excited that its flesh and blood kept deforming.

Li Mo shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, Mandrill, just follow."

The ghost tiger was slightly dissatisfied with the mandrill, but he still rolled up the mandrill and turned into a shadow and left, nimbly shuttled between the gaps in the corpse's head.

In addition to Mandrill, Zhulong was actually not far behind, but Li Mo knew that if Zhulong's true form was released, there would be too much noise.

He comforted Zhulong and paid attention to the outside world.

………

After Sun Yangli was resurrected for the fifth time, his original appearance was completely unrecognizable.

It was like a piece of sticky, rancid rotten meat, with no limbs and facial features distributed all over the body, relying entirely on its flesh to move forward.

Sun Yangli rolled down from the height of the White Bone Pagoda. The phosphorescence emitted from his pores caused his body to unconsciously swallow the corpse, and the size of the flesh-and-blood sun was growing geometrically.

No matter how you look at it, Sun Yangli has completely turned into a treacherous furnace.

"I'm hungry."

Under the erosion of phosphorescence, some corpses appeared to be transformed into strange furnaces, and the brilliant and coquettish light seemed to revive all dead things.

The Bone Pagoda where Sun Yangli is located is guarded by True Lord Fenmu.

Fenmu Zhenjun's face looked a little ugly, but upon seeing this, he still instructed his fellow sects to clear away the treacherous furnaces, lest the situation in Jinding Sect completely get out of control.

Fire shot into the sky.

Fenmu Zhenjun had dozens of pupils all over his body, and scorching flames spread out in all directions.

The strong smell of burning permeated the air, and there was a crackling sound of grease. You could see the implements and cultivators on the Burning Sand Ground moving around Sun Yangli in the smoke.

The remaining four Bone Pagodas also had scheming furnaces appearing.

No matter how hard you try, your reason will be annihilated every time you are resurrected.

Let alone an ordinary weapon cultivator, even Daozi would inevitably feel indescribable astonishment when he saw the deformed and twisted furnace.

It's really too evil.

Taijiaozi and other Daozi took action one after another, and first dealt with the treacherous furnace, otherwise most of the alchemy weapon cultivators present would probably die.

Because the spellcasting range is relatively wide, almost all alchemy weapon cultivators are affected.

"Ahhhh!!"

A weapon cultivator let out a shrill scream. After getting close to the furnace, he was accidentally tainted with phosphorescence, and his flesh and blood immediately began to dissolve.

"Don't come close..."

The fellow disciples hurriedly avoided each other, for fear of coming into contact with each other.

The horror of phosphorescence was vividly displayed. The weapon cultivator just rolled over, and the corpse had begun to merge into its own flesh and blood.

If Daozi hadn't taken action, this person would probably have turned into a new scheming furnace.

The battle lasted for most of an hour. Although the casualties among the weapon cultivators were not serious, they all still had lingering fears about the Bone Pagoda.

The vitality of the furnace has been cut off, but it is still convulsing from time to time.

Indeed, as Qianzu Zhenren said, after the weapon cultivator that enters the White Bone Pagoda is transformed into a furnace, there will no longer be repeated resurrections.

The face of True Monarch Fenmu was gloomy, and he stood silently at the foot of the White Bone Pagoda. His eyes swept around the area over and over again, but from the beginning to the end, the figures of the Nine Districts Taoist Tradition and Qingtian Taoist were nowhere to be seen.

"Which of you wants to go to the Bone Pagoda?"

The weapons cultivators present showed fear. Even if the information given by Mother Furnace was correct, the only way to advance to the inner sect was to sit in the Bone Pagoda.

But if we really have to face strange and unknown dangers, everyone will have lingering fears.

A shadow shuttled through the cracks, bringing the corpses of the weapon cultivators back to the cave. Even though most of the weapon cultivators had died, they still retained a weak vitality.

It is equivalent to the immortality of the soul, so it is perfect to be used as a resident of the corpse mountain.

Fenmu Zhenjun laughed strangely, "Actually, we can test the Bone Pagoda first, such as letting many people enter the Taoist temple together, or arrange the weapon cultivators themselves in advance..."

He looked at the weapon cultivator in the corner, the threat in his eyes was clear, and he was targeting the middle and lower-grade orthodoxy, including mass burial incinerators.

The intention is very clear, that is, to let each orthodoxy work and contribute.

The high-grade Taoist priests were stationed at the White Bone Pagoda, so the cannon fodder naturally came from the middle- and lower-grade Taoist priests. Taijiaozi and other Taoist disciples had no objections to this.

Even if Mu Daoren felt that something was wrong, for the sake of his own interests, he still acquiesced in Fenmu Zhenjun's method.

Sanshan frowned.

He had already guessed that True Lord Fenmu would unite with the other Taoists to launch an attack. Now that Li Mo was missing, there was no way he could survive the mass burial in the furnace.

"Sanshan, since Taoist Qingtian's life and death are uncertain, why don't you come out and show your stance?"

Fenmu Zhenjun's chest and abdomen were undulating, cracks appeared on the surface of his skin, and the dense pupils inside made his scalp numb.

Taijiaozi added with a smile: "Three Mountains, how the middle and lower Taoist orders should allocate manpower, right? It's up to you to carry out mass burials and incinerators, right?"

"The Mass Burial Incinerator has always been neutral and will never interfere in matters between orthodox factions."

"That's right. You can't talk at all. Why don't you let Taoist Qingtian come out for a gathering, or let you mass bury the incinerator and enter the Bone Pagoda?"

After Fenmu Zhenjun finished speaking, he united with Taijiaozi and Huize Taoist priests to put pressure. Regardless of whether Sanshan agreed or not, the Mass Burial Incinerator would be isolated.

They even had no intention of letting go of the mass burial furnace, and simply took advantage of the fact that there was no gap between the three Taoist alliances, and forced Taoist Qingtian out first.

The middle and lower-level orthodoxies gave in one after another.

They had no intention of participating in the Jinding Gate. They went to District 9 just to upgrade the gate. As a result, they were now in a dilemma.

They couldn't help but feel a headache when faced with the intrigues of the top-ranking orthodox people.

"who?!!"

At this moment, Taijiaozi turned his head and looked towards the Bone Pagoda.

I saw the furnace being swallowed by the shadows, and five groups of hundreds of kilograms of flesh and blood disappeared in front of everyone.

Roar!

The ghost tiger jumped up from the shadows, seemingly rushing towards Taijiaozi, but in fact, an iron tail penetrated the two seriously injured weapon cultivators.

"How dare you!!!"

Ghost Tiger had no intention of facing the enemy head-on and disappeared instantly.

Appeared again, directly transformed into a body of thirty meters and swallowed another weapon cultivator, picking weak persimmons that were severely injured.

"Bah!"

Fenmu Zhenjun heard the roar of an ape in his ears, and faced him with a stick.

The mandrill pulled out his ribs in excitement and clung to True Lord Fenmu, not even taking a step back even though his teeth were burned by the flames.

The ghost tiger wandered around the mandrill, and suddenly more than a dozen weapon cultivators were targeted.

"Taoist Qingtian!!!"

Taijiaozi roared angrily, his head split open on both sides, and his charred brain shot out a stream of gray gas, causing most of the mandrill's body to carbonize.

The mandrill tore off the carbonized flesh and blood, causing the flesh and blood to proliferate rapidly due to the distortion.

A dozen arms each grasped the stick formed by the ribs, and the ferocious monkey face was full of joy, and for a moment he suppressed Taijiaozi.

But when Taijiaozi became serious, Mandrill immediately pulled away and left.

The mandrill's head was separated, and its headless body relied on instinct to block the two Taoists. The ghost tiger took the head back to the depths of the ground.

Only a mess was left on the ground.

Sanshan's expression changed and he said loudly: "Qingtian has found a way out of the Golden Cauldron Gate. This is where the Mother Furnace discards the embryos. There must be a way out in ten years."

Those Taoist traditions who had no idea of ​​their quota in the inner sect united in unison.

The power faintly overwhelms the high-grade Taoism.