Immortal Immortal

There was a sound of breaking the sky outside Qingzhen.

The figures disappeared into the thick fog, and they all seemed to be casual cultivators from the Jiantongue Sect. Obviously, coming to Qingzhen means joining the Wusheng Sect.

Li Mo originally thought that the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator was going to select disciples from among the scholars.

Unexpectedly, the actual situation was even more exaggerated than expected. The Wusheng Sect actually used the Jiantongue Sect's rural examination as a training ground for entry.

There is only one possibility for being so unscrupulous.

Elder Han Feng is definitely not the only one among the second and fifth members of the Sword Tongue Sect. Most likely, they are already riddled with holes and demonic cultivators are everywhere.

Thinking about it, the sword cultivator's system completely relies on itself to support the natal flying sword. Even if the elixir is formed into an infant, the beneficiary is also the sword spirit.

There is even a huge Tianjianmen above the Jiantongue Sect.

How could the sword cultivator be so willing to let the Wusheng Sect take advantage of the Jiantongue Sect? Of course, the scale of the Wusheng Sect should be larger than the Jiantongue Sect.

"kindness?"

Li Mo raised his eyebrows.

He noticed that there was a puppet centipede crawling along the corner of the wall, seemingly looking for his own aura, which was clearly coming from Elder Han Feng.

Li Mo ignored it, and after a while, the puppet centipede lost its life.

"Oh, I won't jump into the fire pit."

Elder Han Feng's intention was obvious, and he wanted Li Mo to also participate in it. However, the latter had never thought of joining the Wu Sheng Cult, and planned to directly obtain the magic sect skills by taking advantage of others.

"There are four places in total, and there are at least twenty monks. It's really lively."

Li Mo leisurely hid in the dark, still observing the process of forming the natal flying sword.

The monks chose to remain calm, probably waiting for the transformation of their natal flying swords, but there was a faint wail in the examination room.

When the sword spirit is completely integrated into the tongue, the unique breath of the magic weapon is immediately revealed.

The sound of sword sounds continued.

The natal flying sword of the dual-path body has almost reached the middle-grade magic weapon.

The Born Flying Sword was very weak when it was born, and could only crawl slowly with its sword body squirming.

The natal flying sword has turned the scholar into a complete useless person.

The bodies of the scholars were haggard, with only enough strength left to blink their eyes, and their skeletons and internal organs could even be seen through their translucent skin.

Their vitality depended on their natal flying swords, and their expressions were filled with relief.

Even though the three souls and seven souls were insignificant, their bodies and souls were squeezed dry at the same time, making them seem like corpses in a mass grave.

The monk onlookers seemed to be recalling his own experience, and his breathing became heavier.

"Kakaka..."

The scholars' jaws trembled as they watched the natal flying sword enter their mouths.

During the Qi training period of sword cultivation, he was just an ordinary handyman disciple in the Jiantongue Sect. He mainly obtained minimal nutrients through supplying his natal flying sword every day, and rebuilt the collapsed foundation.

The natal flying sword stays in the stomach, maintaining vitality and replacing the role of the spiritual root.

Li Mo shuttled between the four examination rooms, like a ghost in the tribute courtyard, taking advantage of the opportunity of the provincial examination to observe various Taoist bodies.

Now that the atmosphere in the Gongyuan was mixed and there were hundreds of people of all kinds, he didn't have to worry about being noticed by the Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator.

"Why……"

Although Li Mo gained a lot, he still couldn't help but look regretful.

Now he has a general idea of ​​Tao-body fusion, but he understands that it may take thousands of experiments to find the right direction.

"I don't know if the phosphorescence is enough, but it's a pity that there is no medical skill in the magical power of the Seven Souls. Otherwise, wouldn't it be beautiful to just use the magical power to gestate it?"

"Will the magical powers of the Three Souls involve medical skills..."

Li Mo secretly shook his head and denied that the magical powers of the seven souls were all related to miscellaneous spiritual practices. There was no reason that the three souls would awaken the medical powers of mortals.

The ground was shaken.

After the scholars woke up, they realized that the situation around them was unusual.

They forced themselves out of the examination room, and what they saw was thick fog and four strange statues looming in the fog.

At some point, the statue in the side hall turned into a height of thirty or forty meters.

Xuanling Damu Tianjun, Xuanling Five Zang Immortal, Xuanling Dagan Mountain God, Xuanling Tianlong Master.

"Great kindness."

Xuanling Damu Tianjun had a smile on his face, stretched out his arm full of pupils, pinched the scholar directly in front of him, and removed his hands and feet.

"Great kindness."

The other statues nodded one after another, and the scholars reacted in horror, trying to hide in the tribute courtyard, but it was obviously to no avail.

They didn't take too many, only three or four people each, but they were all dual-path bodies.

Li Mo stared at Master Xuanling Tianlong.

If he hadn't recognized the Taoist body of Elder Han Feng Feijian, it would have been impossible to compare the two. The identity of the sword cultivator and the identity of the demon cultivator seemed to be unrelated individuals.

Li Mo's interest in the Wusheng Cult's techniques has greatly increased, and he has many vests in the world of immortality.

What kind of leader of the Heart Beast Sect, Taoist Master of the Zi Qi Sect, demon cultivator of the Wu Sheng Sect...

Xuanling Damu Tianjun said: "Take the sword embryo, two hours."

The embryos that have not yet matured are scholars. They don't even have the period to practice Qi. They are hiding in the Gongyuan, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

As soon as he finished speaking, the monks rushed towards the Gongyuan like wolves and tigers, and there were obvious fights with each other, and there were casualties within a moment.

However, Li Mo noticed that they did not dare to be unscrupulous towards the scholars.

Usually there are four or five people surrounding a high-quality natal flying sword, trying not to harm the scholar's life, and they are obviously still wary of the Tianjian Sect.

"Wu Wei!!!"

Li Mo heard the sound of gnashing teeth.

Youdao's figure has been looking for him everywhere in Gongyuan. The latter is wielding the black-haired flying sword and seems to care about Wu Wei very much.

"Remember me, Junior Brother Yunshan, I have been looking for you for twenty years, and I thought you were hiding somewhere, but it turned out to be Qingzhen..."

"Neuropathy."

Li Mo raised his eyebrows. He was not interested in Wu Wei's grievances and feuds. He found a relatively quiet corner and sat down to watch the subsequent developments.

Yunshan yelled and screamed for a while, but when no one responded, he started to fight for the spot again. It can be seen that his mental condition is extremely unstable.

The fighting among the monks intensified, and broken bodies continued to fall.

"Jiejiejie..."

Xuan Ling Wu Zang Immortal let out a strange laugh and stuffed the body into his mouth without hesitation. The sound of broken bones could be heard as his teeth chewed.

Li Mo looked curious. Before the statue showed its breath, no matter how you looked at it, it was a statue made of yellow clay.

He became the fifth spectator in the Gongyuan, watching the demon cultivators' dog-eat-dog fight.

More than an hour later, there were only seven monks left.

Yunshan was not dead, and managed to survive by surviving. However, the quality of the sword he picked was mediocre, and it only had acquired spiritual roots.

The city was sealed off by thick fog for a long time, and the Jiantongue Sect refused to come to check on it.

The monks chose to stay ten meters apart, and then opened their mouths in unison. The upper and lower jaws were broken directly, and the mouths had dropped to their chests.

They stuffed the sword embryo into their mouths alive.

Even though the skin, flesh and bones were swollen and cracked due to this, the enthusiasm in the eyes made the monks move without any hesitation.

The corners of Li Mo's mouth twitched.

The sword spirit emerged from the scholar's body not long ago, and now the scholar was swallowed again.

The belly of each monk has reached two meters in size, and the embryos in the stomach can be seen struggling crazily, trying to break through the flesh and escape.

The introductory ceremony of Wusheng Cult is an extremely unusual cannibalism.

"How curious."

Li Mo raised his brows, and he discovered that the spiritual power movement route of the monks had a certain connection with the meridians structure of the inanimate body.

If nothing else, there must be a high-level Wusheng Mother behind the Wusheng Sect.

The sword embryo screamed in their bodies, and then was compressed bit by bit by spiritual power, as if it was forcibly shaped into the shape of a god.

Even the natal magic weapon is powerless to stop it.

Li Mo narrowed his eyes, and the ghost tiger's shadowy body continued to spread.

He stared at each target eagerly, secretly waiting for the right moment.

The Wusheng Sect is not monolithic. The previous Taiyi Sanshou Zhenjun tried to send his own statue to Qingzhen.

Li Mo believed that since Fu Dexian was asked to personally take charge of the township examination, everything would not be smooth sailing.

If it doesn't work, he won't take action. Anyway, he already knows which people are pretending to be demon cultivators, and he has plenty of time to settle the score.

Li Mo lay in the shadows, closed his eyes and meditated, recalling the structure of the Tao body.

When he misjudged the situation and the rural examination was about to end smoothly, he suddenly smelled a faint smell of burning stove fire in his nose.

On the mountain road outside Qingzhen, a group of people walked quickly with wooden sticks on their shoulders, carrying a statue of the weird Kitchen Lord Siming.

The wooden stick made an overwhelming sound.

The statue grew to about fifty meters in a few breaths. Its body was made of grains and meat, and its grain ears were all ferocious human heads.

"Well, Immortal Ford, it's time to let Qingzhen out."

"You are welcome to visit me, Zao Jun."

The two Nascent Soul auras collided, and the wind howled.

The Fude Earth Immortal transformed into a fifty-meter-long body, and his skin was filled with holes like the earth, and countless skinned earthworms with human faces emerged from it.

The four subordinate statues, except Master Xuanling Tianlong, all set out to follow Fu Dexian.

The moment they left Qingzhen, Li Mo opened his eyes, and the ghost tiger returned to himself, and he jumped out of the shadows.

Yunshan glared angrily and stood up with a big belly, "Wu Wei!!!"

Li Mo didn't even look at Yunshan, and threw the leg bone in his hand with the flying sword.

Yunshan stared at his chest in disbelief. The flying sword had penetrated the middle dantian. He suddenly felt that his previous actions were extremely ridiculous.

"you are not……"

The flying sword of the leg bone was retracted, and Li Mo sucked Yunshan into the mountain of corpses.

Master Xuanling Tianlong frowned slightly. Although Li Mo showed extremely ruthless methods, his revealed cultivation was still in the period of Qi training.

"Wu Wei, with your character, you should not waste your time in Qingzhen. You can only believe in the Inanimate Mother and join my Inanimate Cult..."

Before Master Xuanling Tianlong finished speaking, he noticed something was wrong.

Li Mo had no intention of stopping. After borrowing strength from several roofs, he rushed towards his upper body with an extremely stern expression.

"Elder Han Feng, thank you for your appreciation, but..."

"Take your life."

The limbs of the spider demon's multi-armed spine were drilled out from Li Mo's back. Under the influence of the huge cancer, the sarcomas grew crazily.

"How dare you!!!"

Master Xuanling Tianlong has not yet reacted.

Li Mo loosened the shackles of the Blood Hidden Soul, and his perfect cultivation in the elixir formation period was exposed, and his limbs instantly pierced the statue of Master Xuanling Tianlong.

Xue Zanghun flicked.

Binding Elder Han Feng's body.

Li Mo laughed strangely for a while, and disappeared with the overwhelming sea of ​​blood.