Immortal Immortal

People come and go on official roads.

Because Qingzhen is surrounded by mountains and rivers and is an important transportation artery connecting the north and south, the size of the town has reached a population of nearly 100,000.

There are countless surrounding villages scattered throughout the mountains.

As long as you are within a thousand meters of Qing Town, you can smell the smell of rotting flesh and blood. Even mortals regard the smell of corpses as a symbol of the prosperity of the town.

Businessmen from all over the country like to settle in Qingzhen for safety reasons.

Although Qingzhen is located on the more remote outskirts of the Jiantongue Sect, it is at least protected by the Immortal Sect, so there is no need to worry about demons attacking the town.

It was barely getting light, and there were already hundreds of people lined up at the city gate.

According to the rules of Qingzhen, the caravan can only enter the town after obtaining a voucher issued by the government, which attracted them to rush here early in the morning.

Of course, there are also caravans that have obtained long-term certificates and can just enter Qingzhen directly.

In addition to the caravans, there were also many curious-looking scholars in the team at the city gate, most aged around thirty years old.

For unknown reasons, all towns and villages within the jurisdiction of the Jiantongue Sect still retain the ancient imperial examination system.

For example, the government of the Heart Beast Sect has long been controlled by the Taoist branch.

Li Mo was at the back of the team, constantly looking at the people around him.

When he heard about the imperial examination, he once thought that the Jiantongue Sect was an immortal sect with normal painting style, until he noticed the appearance of each scholar.

Their jaws are obviously sunken, their mouths were sewn shut with needles and threads when they were born, and their nostrils were blocked with lime-like powder.

The most critical thing is the tongue, which seems to have been severed since childhood.

Because he couldn't speak, the scholar's eyes were full of resentment, but because of his weak body, he looked like a walking corpse.

"What is this? Zibuyu has strange power and chaos?"

Li Mo suspected that the imperial examination system should be related to the Jianyu Sect's practice system, maybe it was a way of screening the seeds of practice.

"Jian Tongue, does the Jian Tongue Sect use tongue as a material for refining flying swords?"

Li Mo chatted word by word with others, mainly for the sake of making common sense.

He dressed like a herb gatherer, and his speech imitated the local accent in Qingzhen, and he quickly became familiar with the traders.

After a while.

The crow of roosters could be heard in the town.

The city gate slowly opened, and a dozen officers and soldiers wearing light armor walked out.

In fact, it was easy for Li Mo to quietly enter Qingzhen, but as soon as he approached Qingzhen, an inexplicable aura enveloped him.

Since the birth of the born saint, his sense of danger has become more acute.

The magic cultivators in the city are most likely in the Nascent Soul stage, so they must be careful.

Li Mo glanced inside.

There is a long and narrow intestine surrounding the internal organs, and even the multiple dantian and furnace on the chest are tightly entangled.

Even when it is unable to use its spiritual power, the tattooed beast also takes the initiative to hide under its skin.

As for the Dongshen Dharma Eye and other features, Li Mo temporarily covered them up with surgery, and deliberately exposed some traces of decay.

If you are in danger, all you need to do to release the blood-hidden soul is a thought.

Li Mo is very satisfied with the soul hidden in blood. After being promoted to a pseudo-magic weapon, it has endless magical uses. Even the Nascent Soul stage can't see through the method of hiding the aura.

The sea of ​​blood can also be engraved with flesh and blood spirit patterns, but the fit is slightly inferior.

Li Mo considered that as he was in the alchemy stage, if the magic weapons he held were all fake magic weapons, it would indeed be a bit conspicuous, and excessive consumption would not be conducive to the enemy.

He did not rashly release his spiritual consciousness to check Qingzhen, because he did not know the reality of the demon cultivator. If he was good at playing with souls, he might be able to detect his spiritual consciousness at a glance.

What is his concept of the Six Paths Body?

It is definitely a unique cauldron placed in the Demon Gate.

If the original monks of the Human Demon Sect could devour Li Mo, they would be able to give birth to at least four or five spells, and their strength and foundation would be transformed.

"The scholar enters the city first."

Officers and soldiers rang the gongs, and many scholars disappeared into Qingzhen one after another. Then it was the turn of the merchants and farmers who had been waiting for more than half an hour.

The leading businessman secretly gave the officers and soldiers the cloth bags containing loose money.

There is no immortal master behind them, and they cannot afford to offend the devils of Hell like the officers and soldiers.

Ordinary people only need to check one by one. Officers and soldiers mainly focus on those under fifty years old, checking their limbs and the back of their heads.

The team entered the city gate little by little.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

At this time, there was a cough, the sound was extremely hoarse, and it was accompanied by the sound of scratching the wall with nails, which was creepy.

Li Mo frowned slightly and looked at a couple not far away from the corner of his eye.

The couple were wearing thick raincoats, and their expressions looked a little panicked. The cough came from the man's mouth, and his palms were already covered in blood.

In Li Mo's opinion, their walking movements were a bit stiff, as if they were suffering from a chronic illness.

The man grinned, pointed to the basket behind him and explained: "I'm really sorry. Unfortunately, my little girl at home caught the cold, so I sent her to Qingzhen overnight. I can't bear to apologize."

The woman nodded nervously.

She put her hand into the basket and seemed to be comforting her daughter.

With Li Mo's eyesight, he could see at a glance that the basket contained a clay statue of a god.

The cough gets worse.

The caravan guard on horseback looked down from a high position and looked through the man's raincoat, seeming to see some horrifying scene.

"Grey...grey disease!!!"

The guards tightened the reins of the horses, and the people unanimously chose to stay away from the couple.

"No...no, I don't have gray disease. Where did gray disease come from..."

The man tried his best to defend himself, but his movements were too big and the skin under his raincoat was exposed. There were indeed some gray spots on the surface.

The officers and soldiers drew their sabers from their waists and walked quickly in the direction of the couple.

The man was at a loss and wanted to take advantage of the chaos of the crowd to rush into Qingzhen, "Don't force me, I just want to enter the city, let me enter the city..."

The so-called gray disease continues to spread, and the man's body becomes withered and his forehead becomes swollen, just like the countless corpses in the ground.

When the officers and soldiers saw this, they slashed the man's neck with their swords.

Ding.

The saber was shaken away, and the man couldn't help but look ecstatic.

Just when he was about to set foot in Qingzhen, gray disease completely covered his body, and the man suddenly turned into a withered and deformed gray statue.

A gust of wind blew by, and the man was reduced to ashes.

The basket behind him fell to the ground, and a broken statue of a Taoist nun with three heads rolled out from it.

On the base of the statue, the name of the god "Taiyi Sanshou Zhenjun" is engraved.

Li Mo's pupils dilated, and he noticed an inexplicable aura flashing through the city, and then the statue of Taiyi Sanshou Zhenjun turned into dirt.

The officers and soldiers couldn't help but take several steps back.

The people looked at each other in shock, and for a while even the sound of swallowing was very clear. They were really frightened by the strange scene caused by gray disease.

"Let's go, there is still a way to survive in the city."

The only surviving woman took a few steps and was soon followed.

Li Mo put his right hand behind his back, and the sarcoma on his palm retracted into the flesh. Da Cancer Mi Tian did not notice any traces of the technique.

The couple's vitality was instantly deprived, and the magic methods were difficult to figure out.

"It is indeed evil worship. There is obviously more than one Demon Sect monk near Qingzhen."

The god he met before was the Xuanling Damu Tianjun, and now he is Taiyi Sanshou Zhenjun. The relationship between the two is obviously hostile.

Li Mo listened carefully to people's discussions about gray disease and noticed that it only appeared five or six years ago, and the death pattern was unusually scary.

The route of infection is unknown, and once a person becomes a gray disease patient, they will have mental problems.

"The evil idol is most likely a device created by demonic cultivators. Mortals are easily bewitched by the idol, causing their bodies to be infected with gray disease."

Li Mo was the only one present who saw the fleeting statue of the god. The sword cultivator sitting in Qingzhen probably didn't know that magic gates were spread everywhere.

However, it can be seen that since Qingcheng belongs to the Jiantongue Sect, the Demon Sect does not dare to act unscrupulously.

"Where did it come from?"

"North, Fuxing Town."

The officers and soldiers asked briefly whether they recognized Fuxing Town or not. After confirming that Li Mo did not have gray disease, they allowed him to walk into Qingzhen.

Li Mo set foot in Qingzhen and was deeply afraid of the bustling streets.

He has not yet figured out the magic cultivator's system of skills, so he is not sure whether ordinary people come from the arrangement of the demon cultivator.

But on the surface, there is nothing suspicious about Qingzhen.

On both sides of the street were vendors setting up stalls to sell goods, teahouses and wine shops were greeting passers-by, and the doors of flower houses selling wine and meat were closed.

Li Mo took a deep breath. He thought that after the evil spirits were involved, there would inevitably be a large number of temples and Taoist temples in Qingzhen.

Unexpectedly, there is only one small earth temple in the entire Qingzhen.

The incense in the Tutu Temple is not very good, and the people who come in and out are all old people aged one or two hundred years old, who come to pray for the safety of their children and grandchildren.

"It's really weird."

Li Mo noticed that many traders who had just arrived in Qingzhen would go to the Tutu Temple to burn incense, so he followed them to the temple.

Compared to the magnificent palaces he had seen before, the Earth Temple seemed extremely simple, with only a low old building inside.

There is a statue of the earth god located in the Taoist temple, and the plaque is named "Fu Dixian".

No matter how Li Mo looked at it, the statue of Fude Dixian was made of clay, and the image was just an old man with white hair and beard.

On the side wall of the Earth Temple, there are four statues of gods with different appearances. It seems that they belong to the Fude Earth Immortal.

"Xuanling Damu Tianjun..."

When Li Mo saw the statue of Xuanling Damu Tianjun among them, he immediately realized that the magic of demon cultivators was indeed related to the worship of evil spirits.

If nothing else, the demon sects he came into contact with should have distinct levels of class.

The images of the remaining three statues are completely the same as those of monsters and monsters, and it can be seen that the statues should have been created not long ago.

They are the "Xuanling Five Zang Immortal" whose internal organs are exposed outside the body; the "Xuanling Dagan Mountain God" whose body is cut off in the middle and is bloody and bloody; and the headless "Xuanling Tianlong Master" who has a ferocious centipede growing out of the broken part.

In addition to the four subordinate statues, there are four unused bases.

It should also be used to place statues of gods.

"The statue represents the demonic cultivator, and the Immortal of Fortune should be the Nascent Soul demonic cultivator in the dark. Isn't he spreading the Taoism in Qingzhen?"

The subordinate statues were all built within four or five years, and the remaining four bases were left idle. This shows that there are still four candidates short of the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator's goal.

The upcoming imperial examination in Qingzhen is to select disciples for the Jiantongue Sect.

"Good guy, he is indeed a demon cultivator."

"Treat Qingzhen as your own backyard to choose your disciples."

After finishing the incense, Li Mo turned around and left the Tutu Temple, thinking about countermeasures secretly.