Immortal Immortal

Li Mo remained calm, but in fact he was already guarding against the danger from the Earth Temple.

Before the natal flying sword takes shape, there is a high probability that the Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator will participate in the provincial examination.

Dacan Mitian is deeply interested in the sword spirit. Li Mo can feel that Dacan Mitian instinctively wants to devour part of the sword spirit, which seems to be conducive to completing the spiritual pattern of his natal magic weapon.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he suppressed the huge cancer.

Each sword spirit is formed by squeezing out all the body and soul foundation of the scholar. While slowly breaking away from the old shell, the sword spirit in the room is awe-inspiring.

"good."

Seeing the excellent quality of this batch of sword spirits, Elder Han Feng couldn't help but praise them.

The sword formation in mid-air intensified.

The sword spirit then undergoes a surprising transformation, gradually revealing the characteristics of the Tao body.

They were like newborn babies, looking around curiously. Then their attention was attracted by the tongue in front of them, and they became eager to move.

Li Mo realized that sword cultivation mainly focused on flying swords.

A natal flying sword must drain the monks dry to be born, and since there is a tongue sword, there must be a heart sword, an eye sword, a hand sword...

The Immortal Sect affiliated with Tianjian Sect probably provides flying swords specifically for itself.

In the examination room where Li Mo was, there was a sword spirit exuding the aura of an innate dual body, and its strength had a foundation-building stage when it was born.

"A sword spirit with an innate dual-path body can reach the foundation building stage. If it is an innate six-path body like me, should it form a pill or a Nascent Soul?"

Li Mo looked at the sword spirit.

The sword spirit has black smoke all over its body and is constantly puffing out. It should be some kind of Yin Dao body, and its mouth opens and opens from time to time. Another Dao body is related to the five senses.

"Speaking of which, you have already transformed into a sword spirit. How can you still enter the Demon Sect?"

Li Mo was secretly speechless. You must know that the sword spirits are no longer human beings, but completely unknown monsters composed of three souls and seven souls.

He remained calm, and his sword skills became more and more familiar.

As he tossed and turned, Li Mo drew his sword faster and faster, and each strike was just right, even a little pleasing to the eye.

Even Elder Han Feng had to secretly praise him. If he hadn't been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for decades, he wouldn't have been able to perform to this extent.

Of course, this is just a surprise caused by the obvious contrast between before and after.

"Junior Brother Jackdaw, who is he?"

"Wu Wei, he was a handyman disciple about thirty years ago. He usually walks alone. Maybe it's because he practiced swordsmanship hard?"

Jackdaw was not sure. In his impression, Wu Wei was a master who hung out in flower houses every day. How could he have such a sudden rise in power?

Li Mo didn't care about others at all.

Cancer cells have spread all over the flesh and bones. The special effects of distortion can allow individuals to exert unexpected strengths. Naturally, cancer can also be used to temporarily weaken the body's strength.

No matter how you look at it, Li Mo is just an ordinary person in his Qi training period.

His attention was completely focused on the examination room, and one percent of his consciousness controlled his body, swinging his sword to resist the scattered sword energy.

The scholars were still writing, and the surface of their tongues was already covered with writing. The sword spirit merged into it, and the natal flying sword began to take shape.

"Interesting."

When Li Mo saw the process of refining the natal flying sword, he even felt that the trip was worthwhile even if he didn't obtain the magic skills.

After the sword spirit is integrated into the tongue, it will transform into the corresponding flying sword.

Li Mo's understanding of the fusion of Tao and body was eye-opening, and he suddenly understood many things that were previously unclear.

The hammer and anvil weapon also benefited a lot, which shows that it has something to do with the weapon refining.

Jackdaw didn't know whether it was an illusion, but Elder Han Feng seemed to be very optimistic about Wu Wei, and would turn to look at the latter from time to time.

boom.

The black-haired flying sword intentionally or unintentionally spit out more than a thousand sword qi towards Li Mo's position. Although each sword qi was not very powerful, it was better because it was densely packed. If he was not careful, he would be seriously injured.

Li Mo had no intention of dodge, and his eyes moved randomly, locking the sword energy.

Jackdaw planned to use his sword to stop him so as not to hurt the examination room, but Elder Han Feng on the side told him not to interfere with his eyes.

Immediately, an incredible scene appeared for Jackdaw.

A series of metal collisions sounded, and the leg bone flying sword in Li Mo's hand kept hitting accurately at the end of the wisps of sword energy.

It can be described as dazzling.

Ding ding ding ding…

However, Li Mo's physique was higher than that of ordinary people. He held the sword alternately with his left and right hands, and he just blocked the entire wave of sword rain.

After it was over, Li Mo stood there, his temperament becoming more and more like a sharp sword.

He pushed his feet hard and disappeared from everyone's sight. He came to the side wall of the east examination room and drew out his sword to block the sword energy.

"How did Wu Wei end up in Qingzhen?"

Jackdaw swallowed, "His natal flying sword was taken away by the Shangzong, otherwise he might have a chance of going to the inner sect."

"No wonder."

Elder Han Feng didn't say much, his eyes became thoughtful.

"Finally here, the Demon Gate."

Li Mo came back to his senses. Even if his consciousness was not exposed, it was far sharper than Elder Han Feng.

A faint gray-white mist quietly enveloped Qingzhen, and the visibility of Gongyuan dropped sharply. At this time, Elder Han Feng realized belatedly.

But it's too late now.

Soon, even the examination room became invisible.

Li Mo frowned.

The invasion of Gongyuan by the demonic cultivators was easier than imagined, and it seemed that it had been planned for a long time.

He decisively abandoned the East Examination Hall where he was stationed. His right arm fell off, and the shadowy ghost tiger dragged Li Mo into the corner of the Gongyuan.

"Just wait and see what happens."

Jackdaw trembled with fear and couldn't help but look at Elder Han Feng, who showed no emotion at all and stared at the looming sun.

"Senior Brother Han Feng, is there something strange in Qingzhen..."

Jackdaw wanted to send a message to contact the Sword Tongue Sect, but found that the talismans and magic weapons were useless, as if he was in a closed space.

The sword cultivators in mid-air stopped one after another, no longer breathing in sword energy, and just maintained the sword formation.

Tiny sounds came from the houses around Zigong Courtyard, like a tambourine being beaten, and like a heart beating continuously.

Countless mortals came to the streets.

Their dull expressions were consistent, and their movements were to slap their chests and abdomen, making a muffled sound similar to a tambourine, like puppets holding strings.

In just ten minutes, the streets were filled with tens of thousands of people.

They fell to their knees.

The color of the body faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, finally showing a pure color without any impurities, so gray that it made one's scalp numb.

"The immeasurable pure emptiness, the supreme, the holy, the true ruler of all spirits in the ten directions in the three realms, supreme and inanimate."

the people chanted in unison.

They forcefully cut open the abdomen and held the internal organs with feverish hands.

The internal organs in the body are still bright red, and there is even a little bit of vitality left. The organs are constantly squirming and growing in their palms.

The sword cultivators maintaining the sword formation became unstable when they saw this.

Elder Han Feng still showed no signs of likes and dislikes, and clasped his hands behind his back, "It seems that it's the Wusheng Sect. Things are a bit tricky..."

Before he could finish his words, the main hall of the Earth Temple suddenly collapsed, and the statue of the Buddha Earth Immortal stood in place lifelike.

"Magic Gate!"

Elder Han Feng frowned slightly, and the tongue sword in his mouth revealed insect barbs.

The characteristic that can be distinguished from the flying sword is that it is an insect-like Tao body, which is a type of pure poisonous Tao body. The natal flying sword bred by it is biased toward sinister poison.

Elder Han Feng burst out with real sword intent, but it only lasted a few breaths.

Arms sprouted from the back of the statue of Fudidi Immortal, and all of them formed fingers, and the swordsman in mid-air was distracted for a moment.

Jackdaw noticed that the eyes of the sword cultivators who were also in the foundation building stage became hot, and he hesitated to ask: "Senior Brother Han Feng, what should we do?"

Han Feng was uncharacteristically saying, "The demonic cultivators of Wusheng Cult are invincible."

"Continue with the provincial examination. Don't forget that we are still within the scope of the sect. In less than half a day, Yuanying Sword Cultivator will come to the rescue."

"But……"

"There's nothing wrong with it. Junior brother, just do as I say."

Elder Han Feng looked at Fude Immortal with a cold face and wondered what he was thinking.

When Li Mo saw the momentum of the Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator, he couldn't help but feel wary. Fortunately, the magic circle was still usable, so he felt relieved.

He secretly discovered that Elder Han Feng's flying sword had insect-like characteristics, and realized that the latter's true identity might be Master Xuanling Tianlong.

He is one of the demonic cultivators of the Wusheng Sect, but he didn't expect to be hidden in the Jiantongue Sect.

"Wu Sheng Sect, isn't it really a demon sect founded by Mother Wu Sheng?"

Li Mo raised his eyebrows. He heard the sword cultivator's conversation clearly. Although the Book of Creation did not reflect the memory of the Inanimate Sect, it probably involved the Taoist "Inanimate Body".

Before leaving the inner gate, the Tao body he obtained included the inanimate body.

The way the demonic cultivators spread evil spirits and worship is indeed very similar to what the inanimate body can do. I don’t know what the realm of the inanimate old mother behind it is.

Li Mo was secretly glad that he was not branded with an inanimate body.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The sword array showed signs of collapse and disintegration.

Elder Han Feng snorted coldly and pointed at the sword cultivator in the air, "Calm down!!!"

"Yes, elder."

All the sword cultivators said in unison, but the sword formation had just stabilized for a moment when a side hall in the Earth Temple suddenly shook.

That was the side hall where the Xuanling Five Zang Immortal God Statue was located, and the smell of blood filled the air.

The wooden door breaks open.

Mountains of rotten organs poured out, so many that the courtyard was filled. Under normal circumstances, tens of thousands of people would be able to collect them all.

The organs become deformed in the blink of an eye, transforming in the direction of birds.

Birds made of flesh and blood flew in the direction of the sword array. The feathers made of blood vessels made other people's hair stand on end.

The sword cultivator and the organ were fighting together in mid-air, and the blood was like a downpour.

"ah."

The casual cultivator in the examination room was not aware of it for a moment, and was directly cut off by the scattered sword energy, and the internal organs in the body immediately showed signs of life.

There was a lot of sword energy accumulated in the sword array, and it gradually poured into the Gongyuan, causing the smoke and dust to fill the air, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.

"Jackdaw, go and help the casual cultivators resist the sword energy."

Elder Han Feng took a step forward, an imperceptible chill flashing in his eyes.

Seeing that Jackdaw was a little hesitant, he explained: "The demon cultivator behind the scenes is probably at the Nascent Soul stage. If I can't solve the situation in a short time, you and I will only die."

Jackdaw vaguely felt something was wrong, but he still followed what Elder Han Feng said.

He got into the magic circle in the examination room and found that thick fog had filled the Gongyuan, and all the casual cultivators who were stationed in the four examination rooms were dead or injured.

Jackdaw looked desperate, and his chest was penetrated directly by the flying insect sword.

"Brother, you..."