Immortal Immortal

Li Mo waited until most Yuanying monks entered the secret realm, then quietly blended into the crowd and disappeared into the giant bronze door.

This time the secret realm is opened, the number of monks participating in the exploration is indeed far beyond the ordinary.

There are nearly forty people in the Nascent Soul stage, and the rest are all in the Dan formation stage.

"I'm afraid the Gozo Sword misjudged the difficulty of the Shingon Sect's sword refining, otherwise it would not have diverted the entire sect's resources, resulting in very few finished products."

Of the hundreds of monks who came out of the giant bronze door, only two were carrying flying swords.

However, Wu Zangjian was still not satisfied, and eventually turned into ashes in the crimson burning. The progress of sword refining was obviously lower than expected.

"The practice system of the Shingon Sect is derived from ancient Buddhism. How can it be so easy to make a sword?"

As soon as Li Mo passed through the giant bronze door, he suddenly had the illusion that his body and soul were being stripped away.

It was like going to Ziqi Sect for the first time.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Li Mo gradually recovered his five senses, and the first thing he did was summon the ghost tiger to protect him, but it was obviously a bit difficult to communicate with the ancient holy body.

He knew he was in a secret realm and instinctively tensed his muscles.

Li Mo first noticed that he had almost lost control of the three Yuanyings. In the special environment of the Secret Realm of Mantra, the Yuanyings fell into a deep sleep and it was difficult to use their spiritual power.

"Didn't you say that there is not much danger in the Secret Realm of Mantra?"

Fortunately for Li Mo, the magic weapon in his body can be driven by consuming flesh and blood, so the recovery power of the innate five-path body is not a problem.

It's just that without spiritual power, the power will definitely be reduced.

Li Mo opened his eyes and found that the surrounding room was a dilapidated wing.

The decoration has a strong Buddhist flavor, such as the portraits of Buddha hanging on the walls and the Ranran sandalwood tied to the eaves.

More than a dozen statues of monks stand among them, with lifelike shapes.

The appearance of the statue is a bit strange, full of deformed and terrifying physical features, mainly extra arms, distributed in the ribs.

The arms were shriveled and black, and the flesh and blood structure was hollow like coral.

"Coral, one of the Seven Treasures of the Shingon Sect, why doesn't it feel like it was molded?"

Li Mo got up to check the statue, and found that the statue was actually a corpse. The cause of death was caused by a sharp instrument piercing the spine.

Before the Tianjian Sect intervened, the Secret Realm of True Words was probably a small world that maintained the inheritance of the True Word Sect and had a complete civilization.

There are many secret realms like this, and some secret realms even have a population of over one million.

The Shingon sect fled into the small world thousands of years ago to survive. As a result, the Seven Treasure Buddha went completely crazy, making it impossible for them to escape from the secret realm.

"Interesting, does the so-called sword refining mean forcibly destroying the inheritance of the Shingon Sect and giving birth to an orthodoxy unique to the Tianjian Sect?"

Li Mo narrowed his eyes and looked at everything in the wing solemnly.

Boom, boom, boom.

Li Mo tapped the wall lightly, and found that the building was made of middle- and lower-grade spiritual materials, and was far stronger than the middle-grade magic weapon.

He closed his eyes and communicated with the Three Yuan Yings.

Although the Three Yuan Ying has become silent, it can still barely communicate, which means that it can escape into the vacuum hometown with the help of the Soul-eating Demon Infant.

Since there is a way out, Li Mo no longer worries too much.

He briefly checked the wing room. Everywhere must have been ransacked, and he only found a few broken books recording Buddhist scriptures.

Li Mo's eyes fell on the corpse, his palms cracked open under the influence of cancer cells, and he reluctantly drove the Soul-Eating Demon Infant to wake up.

It took him more than ten minutes just to put the corpse into the furnace.

"call."

Li Mo exhaled. The small world has its own unique rules. The Secret Realm of True Words is obviously suitable for the True Word Sect, and other cultivation systems cannot even use one tenth of it.

He watched as the body turned to ashes, and for the first time, the seed of the final path yielded nothing.

The monk's corpse seemed to have completely lost its value, with all its organs turned into coral and the core of his brain missing.

Li Mo also wanted to obtain the introductory skills of Shingon Sect.

The Shingon sect's exercises involve Niwan Palace, and to be honest, he is still very interested, provided that there is no hidden influence from Buddhism in the exercises.

Li Mo threw all the corpses into the small world of Corpse Mountain.

Seeing a new guest, Monk Caomu stuffed the corresponding materials into his stomach to brew corpse wine at Zhang Guo's signal.

"It's a pity that the corpse has no nutrients and is barely used to brew the total horn corpse wine."

Li Mo looked a little helpless, but he was simply getting a bargain. Now that the price of corpse wine had gone up, he didn't have to worry about lack of sales.

The brewing time of Zongjiao corpse wine is shorter, and the profit generated is higher than that of Nascent Soul corpse wine.

Li Mo walked out of the wing slowly, and more and more corpses of monks came into view, all maintaining the same movements as when they were alive.

Bright sunshine shines through the corridor windows. Outside the temple is a large forest with birds singing and flowers fragrant. The scene is like a paradise.

"As a small world, the Secret Realm of Mantra cannot be exactly the same as the environment in the real world."

As soon as Li Mo stepped on the ground, the shadowed ghost tigers scattered and disappeared.

In the absence of spiritual power, the tattooed beast's strength is greatly reduced, but it can still fight against ordinary Nascent Soul stage enemies, but its methods are slightly lacking.

Li Mo jumped out of the window and bathed in the sunlight.

"It is indeed a phantom formation."

There is a man-made magic circle in the temple, but it can be seen that it is not the Gozo Sword. The age of the magic circle should be that of the Shingon sect.

Li Mo came to the temple gate and kicked off a banyan tree with his feet.

The magic circle disappears.

The illusion disappeared, and the temple was surrounded by jade walls a hundred meters away. At first glance, it seemed to be in the mustard seed space in the jade bottle.

The sunlight comes from the candlelight at the mouth of the bottle.

Li Mo could still vaguely hear the sound of chanting scriptures coming from the mouth of the bottle.

After a moment, the sound stopped suddenly.

Throw in some spiritual materials unique to the Shingon Sect through the mouth of the bottle.

Li Mo seemed to know why monks could almost return safely from the secret realm of mantra, because as long as they did not leave the jade bottle and stayed in the mustard seed space waiting for alms, they would be able to get a lot of money.

When the time limit is up, he escapes from the secret realm, and the spiritual materials are as if they were given away for free.

"Good guy, really good guy."

Li Mo wandered around the temple and found nothing strange, only densely packed corpses of monks placed everywhere.

More than 3,000 bodies have settled in the small world of Corpse Mountain, and the number of tombstones in the mountains has increased.

The mountain of corpses has eight spirit patterns, and it is not far from being promoted to a mid-level magic weapon. The corpse of a monk naturally has a promoting effect.

Ghost Tiger finished working on the monk's corpse and began to excavate the temple.

The temple is made of spiritual materials. There are three main halls and eighteen side halls. Even Li Mo is not willing to waste it.

Seeing this, the other tattooed beasts went to help Ghost Tiger.

The temple could not help but shake. Li Mo calmly sat cross-legged at the gate, trying to strengthen the connection with the Three Yuanying.

Li Mo originally planned to practice in the secret realm and promote the dual Yuanying to the corpse infant stage, but the Yuanying looked drowsy.

Boom boom boom!

First, the Kun Whale washed the temple with water. When the soil softened, the golden toad transformed into a head of about twenty meters and bit the temple body.

The other tattooed beasts began to wreak havoc on the temple and sent the remains to Li Mo.

Li Mo took the spiritual materials into the small world of Corpse Mountain in batches. What he paid attention to was that he was a thief and did not leave empty-handed. He had no intention of holding back.

The spiritual materials quickly bloomed with life in the small world of Corpse Mountain.

For example, the golden tung trees that make up the beams and columns sprouted buds in a moment on the mountain of corpses, and it didn't take long for saplings to grow.

Li Mo also noticed that the soil was all inferior spiritual materials, and they were all collected into the small world of Corpse Mountain.

"Buddhists are too rich, right?"

The time when the Shingon Sect existed should have been thousands of years before and after the dramatic changes in the world.

As a fake Buddhist sect composed of Buddhist evil spirits, it can amass a huge amount of wealth. It is difficult to imagine the wealth of real Buddhism.

Isn’t it exactly what the scripture says?

The Buddha presses his toe on the ground, and immediately the three thousand universes are adorned with hundreds of thousands of treasures, such as the Buddha adorned with treasures, and the land adorned with treasures of immeasurable merit.

"Come to the right place."

Li Mo's eyes flashed with enthusiasm. He didn't care about sword making or not. It was the truth to gather enough resources from the secret realm.

"ah."

Red Fox suddenly made a sound to remind Li Mo, who came back to his senses and looked around.

After the soil was hollowed out, a strange white jade lotus throne was revealed. The whole thing looked like jade and flesh. If you look closely, it looked like a female palace.

"etc."

"Isn't this place used by the Shingon sect to breed monks?"

Li Mo had seen the mass production of robots by Mother Furnace, and immediately thought of the possibility, and quickly confirmed it.

There is umbilical cord blood stain near the white jade lotus throne, which can give birth to one person every day before it is abandoned.

Shingon monks should have dug wells and received babies in wooden barrels.

After the baby grows up in the jade bottle and is introduced to the Shingon sect, he can escape from the world in the bottle and go to the real secret realm.

"No wonder a bunch of men from the Shingon sect can thrive in this small world. In a sense, the Shingon sect is very similar to the Ziqi sect."

Li Mo did not do anything to the white jade lotus throne. This object is integrated with the jade bottle. If it is destroyed, it will cause too much noise.

Besides, it was of less use to him than a few corpses of monks.

"Let's go and take a look outside."

The tattooed beasts burrowed back into their skin one after another, leaving the ghost tiger alone to wrap around Li Mo.

The shadow climbed up along the bottle body. Because the ghost tiger could not use its spiritual power, it was very difficult for the beast's claws to support the smooth bottle body.

It took more than half a day before Li Mo came to the mouth of the bottle.

Guihu rested for a moment, then carefully got out of the bottle with Li Mo. His eyes suddenly opened up, and the rich spiritual energy rushed towards his face.

The outside world is a bustling town.

There is a shrine every ten meters or so on the street, and the jade bottle is enshrined in the shrine.

At a glance, Li Mo saw that there were hundreds of shrines in the street where he was, and there must be monks in them who came to explore the secret realm.

"Well."

Li Mo noticed that the heads of people coming and going were mutilated, the exposed brain tissue was made of Qibao material, and their hands and feet were as slender as long swords.

He communicated with the Three Yuan Ying and reluctantly let out his spiritual consciousness to scan.

The thousands of people who came into view actually harbored a natal flying sword in their bodies, but the breeding speed was very slow.

According to the current efficiency, it will take at least twenty years to take shape.

Not to mention, Feijian does not meet the expectations of Wuzang Sword at all. Wuzang Sword may not be able to deliver reasonable answers for another hundred years.

"Ah."

"It should be the White Bone Sect that cut off the life of the white jade lotus throne in the jade bottle, resulting in no new monks, and the Wuzang Sword had to invest more than 200,000 people."

"As a result, sword refining has come to a standstill."