Immortal Immortal

According to Li Mo's estimation, without the nurturing monks of the White Jade Lotus Throne, the population of the Secret Realm of Mantra will inevitably continue to decrease.

Either Wuzangjian continues to increase its investment and bring all the mortals in the towns to the secret realm, or it chooses to give up and welcome the sect's destruction.

"Sure enough, you can't underestimate any force. The Bone Sect is very good at planning."

Although the purpose of the White Bone Sect is unclear, Wu Zangjian has no way out.

As long as the Heavenly Sword Sect does not interfere, no matter what the White Bone Sect does, it will be very simple to bypass the Wuzang Sword. After all, the latter is nothing more than sword refining.

In order to verify his idea, Li Mo had difficulty communicating with the statue of the inanimate god.

After Luo Kai noticed Li Mo's message, he couldn't help but become more respectful, and immediately mobilized his connections to investigate the movements of the Wuzang Sword.

It was exactly as Li Mo expected.

Wuzangjian has secretly mobilized the population of other towns and moved them within ten miles of Wumiao Town in the name of floods.

If nothing else, we will come to the secret realm soon.

Mortals erased their memories in the bottle space, were trained as monks according to the Shingon Sect, and then implanted with sword spirits and sent to secret towns.

But in this case, even if Wu Zangjian completes sword refining, the foundation will be severely damaged.

It would be impossible to recover its foundation within a thousand years, and it would even become a small immortal sect.

The Affiliated Immortal Sect is so helpless, with no choice at all. In a life-and-death situation, failure or failure is the only option.

"They are all a bunch of lunatics. Wu Zang Sword will definitely make big moves next, and we must find a way to restore the control of San Yuan Ying."

While Li Mo was thinking, his eyes fell on the shrines beside the street.

There are three Nascent Soul elders who came to the secret realm from Wu Zang Sword, and they must also be in the jade bottle. Most of them carry the Shingon Sect skills with them.

Even if the sword cultivator can use Nascent Soul, without Crimson by his side, his combat power will be limited.

Li Mo is confident that he can pull out the tiger's teeth and obtain the Shingon sect skills from them. If they apply to himself, they will be foolproof.

After he made up his mind, he signaled the ghost tiger to sneak out of the bottle.

The ghost tiger walked along the shadows of the street towards the nearest shrine. Li Mo urged Hunyuan Wuluo to restrain his aura as much as possible.

The result was unexpected.

As soon as the ghost tiger left the shrine, the people seemed to have noticed something strange. They all showed fear and knelt down to pray for the Buddha's blessing.

Their brains emitted precious light, and their brain tissue turned into various spiritual materials.

The people threw their brain tissue into the shrine, and the spiritual materials fell into the mouth of the bottle as they were pulled by the jade bottle. No wonder spiritual materials fell from time to time in the mustard space.

"Devil!!"

"The devil has appeared, I can feel that the devil is nearby!!"

"It's the extraterrestrial demon, the extraterrestrial demon mentioned by Liuli Buddha!!!"

The scene became extremely chaotic, and the people were staggering around in confusion.

Because of the alienation of their bodies, they seemed to have difficulty controlling their natal flying swords, and kept spitting out streams of brilliant sword energy from their mouths.

The natal magic weapon began to bite back, and the people howled in pain.

Li Mo cursed a few times in his mind. Even though the ghost tiger was not completely exposed, he suddenly felt an unspeakable danger in his heart, as if a powerful enemy was approaching.

Guihu whimpered and rushed to the next shrine as fast as he could.

At this time.

"In the Amitabha Buddha Temple, there are seven natural treasures, the so-called gold and silver..."

Thick murmurs sounded, and a Buddhist aura comparable to that of Qi Yingqi suddenly swept across the street, and a giant-headed monk, who was more than four meters tall, rushed from a distance.

The monk's head is much larger than his body, and his exposed brain is in the shape of a lotus, emitting a dazzling seven-color light.

"I am an Arhat under the seat of the Glazed Buddha."

"Hold your head!"

"Extraterrestrial demons? Everyone can find them and kill them!"

There is no parasitic natal flying sword in Fushou Arhat's body, which shows that Wuzang Sword is helpless against the Shingon Sect Arhat in the Nascent Soul stage.

Fushou Arhat referred to outsiders as extraterrestrial demons, and his words were filled with chills to the bone.

Li Mo couldn't help but feel lucky that the Heavenly Sword Sect expelled all the Seven Treasure Buddhas from the Secret Realm of Mantra, otherwise who could withstand the remaining power of the distraction period.

He could see that Fushou Arhat was not very intelligent. To be precise, the monks and people in the Secret Realm of Mantra were a little stupid.

The Shingon sect's exercises most likely have drawbacks, after all, they focus on the brain.

"Buddha nature is always pure, no matter where there is dust."

“Wherever there is dust, there is pure land.”

"Pure Land of All Directions."

Click click click.

A strange rustling sound came from Fushou Arhat's head. Under Li Mo's incredible gaze, his brain crawled out using his hands and feet.

The brain is in the shape of a baby, the body is wrapped in bursts of Buddha energy, and the mouth is opened to spit out.

Visions occur frequently.

The street where Li Mo was located turned into glass, and under the influence of Buddha's power, the people turned into Buddhas with gorgeous appearances.

There is nectar and nectar falling from the sky, and Ganoderma lucidum and hundreds of herbs grow from the cracks in the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the area within a kilometer around Fushou Arhat was like the paradise of the Western Paradise, and the pain in the eyes of many people disappeared.

They chanted scriptures together, causing the aura of the Arhat to surge again.

In just a few breaths, the Fushou Arhat went from the Qi Infant stage to the birth stage. With one palm shot, the Buddha's power spread to a hundred meters, and the ghost tiger screamed repeatedly.

But except for the ghost tiger, nothing on the street was damaged.

Buddha's power seems to intentionally protect the same kind within the range. As long as he is contaminated with Buddha's power, he will not become the target of the Fushou Arhat.

Li Mo took a breath.

Since I am limited by the Three Nascent Souls, I am definitely not a match for the Fushou Arhat. Moreover, there is obviously more than one Nascent Soul stage Arhat in the secret realm.

The thought comes and the town and the earth shake.

Three more Arhats in the Nascent Soul stage appeared, and it was obvious that the Wuzang Sword had tormented them so much that they felt like they were all fighting.

Cancer cells poured into the ghost tiger, causing the shadow to intensify, temporarily stabilizing the almost collapsed body.

Guihu plunged into the shrine, and Li Mo stopped communicating with his hometown in the vacuum.

The Arhat holding his head stopped releasing the Buddha's power and sat cross-legged nearby, still repeating the words of killing the demons outside the territory.

"If you are not lucky, you will have to go home."

Li Mo entered the mustard seed space in the bottle, which was also an abandoned temple.

The demon in the pill-forming period was sorting out the newly harvested spiritual materials, and was still chewing the monk's corpse in his mouth. After noticing Li Mo's figure, he didn't react for a while.

"Sorry, I went to the wrong place."

As Li Mo spoke, he punched out, and the pill-forming demon cultivator's head was shattered. The headless corpse was still convulsing, and the smell of blood filled the air.

He easily disposed of the corpse, and the tattooed beast continued with the demolition work.

The ghost tiger looked a little aggrieved and lay down in the courtyard, silently licking his wounds. The newt was standing by and using his vitality to help it get rid of the erosion of Buddha's power.

If he could use his spiritual power, how could Ghost Tiger be so vulnerable?

While Li Mo was gathering the monk's corpse, he couldn't help but mutter: "The brain has transformed into a Nascent Soul? The Shingon Sect is definitely no longer considered a Buddhist practice."

In the memory of the Book of Creation, Buddhism takes the path of condensing relics.

Shingon Sect is different from Buddhism. In fact, it is more appropriately classified as demonic cultivation. No wonder the Seven Treasures Buddha is called evil spirit by Buddhism.

"No, we still have to find Elder Wu Zangjian. Nesting in the Mustard Seed Space is too passive, and the Three Yuan Ying cannot absorb the spiritual energy to practice."

If he had followed the plans of the Wuzang Sword and the White Bone Sect, Li Mo would have wasted a lot of time and lost most of his gains in the Secret Realm of Mantra.

After thinking for a long time, he began to use various means to test Fushou Arhat.

Part of the dust from the blood sea was separated, but as soon as it arrived in the secret town, it was turned into ashes under the Buddha's power of Fushou Arhat.

The same goes for the mountain spider, which cannot withstand the destruction of the Buddha's power.

Li Mo thought of the Shingon Sect's magical weapon again, but perhaps it was due to the lack of Buddhist power during refining, so the Shingon Sect's magical weapon still didn't work.

After the poisonous insects and corpse wine failed one after another, another Arhat came to the shrine.

"Dry."

Li Mo pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache and was unable to move the niche, which meant that he was trapped in the same place and had no ability to use it.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the bottle, but there was a strange noise coming from outside.

Li Mo frowned, and his consciousness quickly discovered that the source of the strange sound was the shrine itself, with a small crack spreading on the surface.

His first reaction was that he had destroyed the temple.

But then he noticed that the cracks looked like marks made by flying swords, and the Shingon arhats in the town became impatient.

Li Mo's face darkened.

Eighty percent of the damage to the shrine was caused by the Gozo Sword. After all, only when the monks in the bottle are exposed can there be a chance to deal with the Shingon Sect Arhat.

The shrine where Li Mo is located is guarded by two Shingon sect Arhats. Even if the Three Yuan Yings can be used later, they may not be able to eat and carry around.

"No, I still have a chance to break the situation."

Li Mo's expression became subtle, and he controlled almost all cancer cells to flow into the mountain spider, and a large number of deformed little spiders were born.

The little spider clung to the bottle, and its flesh and blood began to turn cancerous.

In just a few breaths, the jade bottle was covered in flesh and blood, with dense pupils growing on its surface, and spread to the shrine within half a day.

The shrine seemed to come alive, its eyes scanning the street.

The cancer continues.

The shrine opened with a bloody mouth, and the people fled away in panic, but the Shingon sect Arhat was indifferent to the deformed shrine.

Kaka.

The tomb sprouted arms and legs and forcibly pulled itself up from the ground.

Li Mo's consciousness passed through the cancer and clung to the shrine, disappearing on the street corner like a spider as if there was no one around.

After the Shingon sect Arhat discovered the strangeness of the shrine, he couldn't help but reveal the immense power of the Buddha.

The result was that the skin and flesh were injured at most, and nothing could be done about the shrine itself. With the huge deformation speed of the cancer, it could be recovered in just a few breaths.

The fushou arhat raised his arm, but finally let it go.

After Li Mo understood that the Shingon Sect Arhat could not attack the shrine directly, he let out an unscrupulous smile, "Jie Jie Jie..."

The cancerous shrine is close to another shrine.

"It's another pill forming period."

The flesh and blood in the tomb transformed into arms and stretched directly into the jade bottle.

The Danjie monk was extremely shocked, and was then knocked away from his face.

Li Mo was not interested in the magic inheritance of the Danjie monks, so he didn't bother to take human lives. He might as well use it to attract the attention of Wuzang Sword.

"Hand over all your resources or die, take your pick."

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Li Mo swallowed the temple in the bottle in one mouthful. The alchemy monk was so frightened that he quickly threw away the storage bag.

"Jie Jie Jie."

The Danjie monk was trembling all over and regretted coming to the Secret Realm of Mantra.

Li Mo hurried to the next shrine and continued to strengthen the cancerous shrine. Its size had soared to more than two meters.

The cancerous shrine was rampaging through the streets, followed by two Shingon arhats.

[Excuse me, gentlemen]

[Thanks to Xue Yongnian, the leader of the eternal Lantern Festival, thanks to the mourning of the dream, stealing burgers, one person and thousands of merchants, book friend 20230122354307 for the reward]