Immortal Immortal

Miao Miaoqing sat cross-legged in the house, letting out a creepy laugh.

No demonic cultivator dared to show his aura, and looked extremely embarrassed, even though they all had the status of branch elders in their respective demon sects.

The gap between the distraction stage and the Nascent Soul stage can only be described as cloud and mud.

No matter how strong the childbirth stage is, it cannot be compared with the Dharmakaya outside the body in the distraction stage, let alone being in the territory of Wusheng Cult.

"Hey Hey……"

Miao Miaoqing raised her head, her eyes darting around the eaves, and finally locked onto the gecko lying in the shadow. Li Mo's scalp went numb.

Li Mo mentally communicated with the statue of Wusheng God and was ready to evacuate his hometown in Vacuum at any time.

As a result, Miao Miaoqing looked away, her upper and lower jaws undulating as if she was saying something, and then her tongue swelled uncontrollably.

boom.

After a muffled sound, her head shattered into minced meat.

Not long after, the tongue in the mouth grew into a new head. There was nothing strange about it, and it started mumbling repeatedly.

Li Mo couldn't help but look eagerly as he looked at Miao Miaoqing's flesh and blood scattered everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood automatically condensed into the shape of pills. They were all high-quality pills, but their medicinal properties were unknown.

"Since the elixir comes from the distraction stage, if it is used to cast the final Tao Seed, it will definitely benefit the person who gets it..."

At present, the wine recipe he has nurtured can only reach the elixir-forming stage.

If Li Mo upgrades the wine recipe to the level of the Nascent Soul stage, it will not only assist his practice, but also give him a little more confidence in not getting sick at the confusion stage.

At the same time, he realized that the courtyard was where the magic gates gathered.

The Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator risked his life and hid in Tianjingju. It was obvious that he came here for the opportunity of the distraction period. The elixir alone was worth a lot of money.

"However, there are too many Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivators, and it is difficult for me to intervene alone."

Li Mo was planning how to obtain resources, and he could also feel the gazes scanning him. The demon cultivators were far more afraid of him than usual.

When he used the ancient holy body, he had already exposed his cultivation, but he had just entered the dead infant stage.

But all the demon cultivators noticed one thing invariably. The demon sect technique that Li Mo majored in actually came from the Wusheng Cult.

They generally have the understanding that inanimate demon cultivators cannot enter the Tianjing Residence.

Although I don’t know why this is the case, even if the Wusheng Demonic Cultivator learns the information about Tianjing Ju, his memory will be erased in the blink of an eye.

The initiator of everything is the twelve immortals behind Wusheng Sect.

That's why they were extremely shocked when they saw Li Mo. At the same time, Fairy Dan also showed a different attitude than usual.

If you could see through Li Mo at a glance, there would be no need to be so nervous.

However, the five realms complement each other, and it is impossible to distinguish Li Mo's reality from the same realm. It is even suspected that his true cultivation level is not that of a dead infant.

"Damn it, what's going on?"

The demon cultivators felt like they were stuck in their throats, and the geckos lying on the eaves seemed like ferocious beasts from the wilderness, giving off an elusive and inexplicable aura.

"I hope I just entered Tianjing Residence by mistake and don't get involved with the Twelve Immortals."

They must stay for a hundred years before returning to the present world. If they are really exposed to the dangers of the distraction period, it can be said that they will die without rebirth.

"Wu Sheng...Old mother, my hometown is empty."

Miao Miaoqing said vaguely, her body made of amber flesh and blood continued to expand, and at the same time, she stuffed various spiritual materials into her mouth.

After a while.

A tooth-itching sound came.

In her translucent flesh and blood, her entire body underwent an earth-shaking transformation, and gradually transformed into the prototype of a god statue.

Li Mo raised his eyebrows.

If he read it correctly, the statue in Miao Miaoqing's body was at least 40-50 similar to the prototype of his temple blessing.

It seems that Miao Miaoqing should be responsible for the uproar in the world.

Li Mo didn't think it was because Miao Miaoqing was optimistic about him. The Twelve Immortals had gone crazy, and their thinking logic was completely different from that of normal people.

The statue gradually took shape, and Miao Miaoqing's oozing blood flowed between the floors, mixed with the almost crystallized spiritual power of the nectar.

The weeds and moss in the gaps between the floor tiles grow rapidly and transform into spiritual materials within a few breaths.

The refreshing aroma of medicine fills the air, and each plant is a top-grade spiritual material that is hundreds of years old. It is a rare and superior resource for alchemy.

Li Mo has no need for spiritual materials, even if the spiritual materials bred during the distraction period are more medicinal.

He has the blessing of the roe owl swallowing his body, and can absorb 99% of the medicinal properties, so he can win by quantity. It just so happens that corpse wine is a branch of medicine refining that can be used in large quantities.

When the statue was completely formed, Miao Miaoqing's skin and flesh began to transform into clay. In just a few minutes, it turned into an earthen altar.

The Taoist temple fell silent again, but there was still no demon cultivator moving around.

Click, click, click...

A strange sound rang out from the earth altar, and then a pair of bright white arms stretched out from the altar, gradually driving the earth altar to crawl to the bottom of the bed.

Only after the earth altar was completely in place did the demon cultivator in the dark take action.

Li Mo didn't know the meaning of Miao Miaoqing's actions, but he always felt that something related to him was being nurtured in the earth altar.

To be precise, it is something related to the Supreme Blue Sky.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak."

The rat cultivator couldn't wait to attack. After his body got out of the hole, it became four to five meters in size, and the extremely strong poison filled the air.

His eyes were red, and he used his body to protect the three-acre land in the poisonous gas.

But what surprised the mouse cultivator was that even though the resources were more abundant than before, the attitude of the demon cultivators became a little weird.

Li Mo escaped from the tattooed beast of the gecko.

Xue Zanghun swept across the eaves and took away four pills.

Other magic cultivators appeared one after another, but their actions only protected the surrounding resources, and then looked at Li Mo with complicated eyes.

The back of the animal skin quilt grew flesh and blood, turning into a demonic cultivator with a bull head and a body.

A human face appeared on the cover of the book; the incense burner grew flesh and blood and turned into the head of a beautiful middle-aged woman; Putian was actually made up of countless blood vessels, and the blood vessels took on the outline of a human...

Compared with resources, the demon cultivators naturally care more about their own lives. The name of the Twelve Immortals is so scary that they are frightened by it.

Not to mention, behind the Twelve Immortals there is an old mother who has never been revealed.

Li Mo would not be polite and landed in the house and began to clean up various resources. Seeing this, the demon cultivators began to breathe more heavily, and their moods were inevitably unbalanced.

All kinds of lucky thoughts came to mind.

It was difficult for them to control their moods, and their expressions became impatient. They seemed to be using some means to communicate with each other and weighing their interests.

Li Mo didn't bother to pay attention. Since the courtyard was not a gathering place for magic gates, he simply collected a wave of resources and left, retreating to waste away the shell of the golden elixir.

"Whether it is true or not, you will know once you try it."

Old Demon Xinchuan had a sneer on his face. As a monk of the Human Demon Sect, his spells were extremely obscure. He could finish the book as soon as he turned to one page.

"If it has nothing to do with the Twelve Immortals, this person's body will belong to me."

The old demon Xinchuan suppressed greed. He was sure that Li Mo was at least some kind of three-dimensional body, and he was also an innate superior Taoist body.

He glanced at Shu Xiu, who was immediately ready to act.

"You are all timid, how can you take the advantage?"

The name of the rat cultivator is Wang Jinyong, and his realm is only at the corpse infant stage. He is not outstanding among the demon cultivators, but he is an extremely difficult poison cultivator.

Wang Jinyong's breathing became rapid, and he shrank his head with his sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, "This is the first time I saw you in Tianjingju, where did you come from?"

He was the only casual cultivator present and didn't know much about the Wusheng Cult. In addition, he was influenced by the old demon Xinchuan. He just found it ridiculous that a group of demon cultivators were intimidated by Li Mo.

"Me? A casual cultivator."

Li Mo temporarily absorbed the elixir into the small world of Corpse Mountain and analyzed it when he had time. He might be able to extract a large amount of spiritual stones from it.

Wang Jinyong's eyes became increasingly red, "You dare to come to Tianjing Residence even when you are still a dead infant. If you hand over half of the elixirs, I will let you live."

He rushed toward Li Mo, his tongue already summoning his Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul is shaped like a possum, with rows of milk mountains growing on its abdomen. Under the influence of magic, rat beasts containing plague poison can be born.

"Poison cultivator, interesting."

Li Mo knew that Wang Jinyong was the leader of the Demon Cultivator, but he was indeed very interested in the Poison Cultivator's system, so he responded flexibly.

On the one hand, he maintains contact with the inanimate statues of the outside world and can instantly escape from his vacuum hometown; on the other hand, he looks for Wang Jinyong's flaws.

The more complete the body is, the more benefits can be gained from squeezing it dry.

The two of them were fighting with each other, and all the demon cultivators were watching.

The poisonous rats formed by Wang Jinyong's Nascent Soul cast were each about the size of a calf, with deformed tissues similar to coral reefs growing on their backs.

The poisonous smoke spreads, and the size of the poisonous rat continues to expand.

Li Mo only used the blood to hide his soul, and moved around in the poisonous smoke, not worrying at all about the corrosion from the poison, even though his skin was already purple.

The roe owl can restrain poisonous cultivators by swallowing its body. He looks miserable on the surface, but in fact all the toxins are absorbed by the Peiyuan Fruit and transformed into innate essence.

The spiritual materials growing on the ground have shown signs of decline.

The demon cultivators were silent, but gradually turned to attack Li Mo.

Li Mo has never used Yuanying. He seems to be able to hold the blood-housing soul with ease, but no matter how you look at it, it is only in the dead infant stage.

How could a dead infant stage be related to the Twelve Immortals?

The old demon Xinchuan turned to the last page, and it was like a two-dimensional seven-color Nascent Soul emerging from it, feeling the temptation from Li Mo's talent up close.

"Kill him and I'll have a chance to be promoted to the baby delivery stage."

At the moment when the Seven-Color Nascent Soul made some changes, Li Mo discovered that the old demon Xinchuan's state of mind was fluctuating, which in disguise made Wang Jinyong exposed.

Li Mo did not hesitate.

Snapped.

Snap your fingers.

Hunyuan Wuliu erupted, and the room turned directly into a metal world.

The rats were penetrated by ground thorns, and Wang Jinyong's limbs also became metalized. What frightened him was that he suddenly lost Li Mo's vision.

"No, no, I didn't think about dealing with you..."

Li Mo came to Wang Jinyong's side and placed his distorted palm on his head.

"Soul decay."

The soul-eating demon infant crawled out of the crack in his palm, imitating Li Mo's voice like a parrot, and at the same time opened his mouth full of sharp teeth.

Wang Jinyong's expression was in a trance, and his consciousness seemed to have fallen into an infinite abyss. The effect of the five declining souls was really average, but fortunately it matched the soul-eating demon infant.

After coming back to his senses, half of his body had been swallowed by the soul-eating demon infant.

The old demon Xinchuan noticed the vision of the soul-eating demon baby and asked incredulously: "Who is it? You can't be from the Wusheng Cult!"

The other demon cultivators stopped one after another.

"you guess."

Li Mo smiled and urged the statue of Wusheng to be launched.

At this time.

Shadows shrouded the courtyard house.

Miao Miaoqing's true body arrived, a deformed body thousands of miles away.

"Thirteenth Junior Brother, it's me, Sixth Senior Sister..."