Immortal Immortal

As Li Mo deepened his understanding of the Great Sun Golden Pill, he discovered that the tattooed beast summoned by the Great Sun's spiritual power may not be as powerful as other spiritual powers, but it is relatively stable and the cancer will not get out of control.

It can be seen that the spiritual power of the Great Sun is very suitable for long-term combat.

Unfortunately, Li Mo's cultivation of the Great Sun Golden Pill was still too shallow after all, and even if the rest of his spiritual power could be transformed into each other, it began to gradually become exhausted.

Compared to Li Mo, the White Bone Sect is not much better.

Under the erosion of the Great Sun's spiritual energy, the Bone Forest has shown signs of decay, and they can only continue to discard some of the bones.

A tug-of-war has been going on for more than half a day in the Secret Realm of Mantra.

Li Mo narrowed his eyes.

After all, the Great Sun Golden Pill has just taken shape. If the high load continues, it will probably damage the foundation of Niwan Palace, and the gain will outweigh the loss.

"Even if I want to escape to my hometown of Vacuum, I must at least kill the Bone Desolate Taoist. Anyway, I have already formed a rift with the White Bone Cult."

Li Mo took a deep breath, and the copper coins formed by the Dharma Eyes in the center of his brow shimmered, and time seemed to slow down.

Divine consciousness is consumed quickly.

He could sense the flow of Yin spiritual power in the Bone Forest.

The practice system of the White Bone Cult is very special. All magic cultivators can jointly cast spells, but the difference in spiritual power is difficult to smooth out.

Taoist Guhuang immediately noticed something strange about Li Mo, and sarcasm emerged from the corner of his mouth.

In his opinion, Li Mo was just struggling in vain before his death. From the moment the latter turned from darkness to light, he was already destined to die.

What Guhuang Taoist is afraid of is that Li Mo has always chosen to lie dormant.

It is difficult for the White Bone Sect to take care of all aspects. There is indeed a chance that Li Mo will interrupt the sword refining, causing the layout of the Secret Realm of Mantra to fall short.

"It's ridiculous. No matter how powerful you are, you are still in the period of distraction. Could it be that you still want to defeat many with one, Old Man Qingshan?"

Li Mo's ability to control his natal spiritual beast is unparalleled throughout history and modern times.

But so what?

Sword refining still continues, even if the Bone Sect has to pay a certain price.

Taoist Guhuang was a little confused, why did Old Man Qingshan give up the opportunity to save his life for a pillar of flesh? Could it be that he didn't come to the Secret Realm of Mantra to refine his sword?

"Don't think too much, just seize the time."

The Bone Wasteland Taoist was on the defensive waiting to attack, controlling the White Bone Forest with all his might. As long as he held Li Mo back, he could easily defeat him when he was exhausted.

"I found you, Guhuang boy."

Taoist Guhuang suddenly heard Li Mo's murmur, and his heart beat wildly. At the same time, he felt that the other party was just struggling to his death.

"Got you!!!"

After Li Mo repeated it, the flesh and blood in all his arms boiled.

Black and purple blood vessels and meridians burst out, and liquid shadows could be seen flowing in them. The waving fists directly created a vacuum zone.

"not enough."

The Yin aura intertwined with the metallic aura, and under the influence of the spiritual power of the sun, they actually merged and converged with each other.

Click, click, click...

The sound of bones colliding was endless.

Li Mo's body shape has not improved further, but he shows rock-like muscle characteristics, and at the same time, there are looming tiger stripes on the surface of his skin.

Roar! ! !

Li Mo couldn't hold back and screamed up to the sky. Every inch of the ground in the secret realm exploded for no reason, and the real momentum spread out.

Taoist Guhuang was shocked.

He felt threatened and trembled uncontrollably.

"Impossible, Old Man Qingshan, you actually have a trump card? What kind of monster are you, and what kind of Taoism created you."

"It's absolutely impossible. We, the Bone Sect, just don't believe in the Tao body, so we abandon flesh and blood. There is no way our path to immortality is wrong!!!"

The Bone Desolate Taoist suppressed his distracting thoughts and signaled to the White Bone Demon Cultivators to make no reservations, and immediately the White Bone Vine began to grow uncontrollably.

Li Mo gasped.

This was his first attempt to use the spiritual power of the sun as a medium to control two tattooed beasts, which proved that the idea was feasible, but the flesh and bones were already making overwhelming noises.

Since the war, the Bone Vine has taken the initiative to attack Li Mo.

White bone vines half a meter thick wrapped around Li Mo's feet and spread toward his upper body, causing faint ghost fire to burn for no reason.

In the blink of an eye, the white bone vines covered Li Mo.

The Bone Wasteland Taoist was still worried and manipulated the ends of the white bone vines to pierce into the flesh, frantically devouring Li Mo's flesh and bone marrow.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Old man Qingshan, you are just one move away from me after all. Die and become one of the many bones that laid the foundation of the White Bone Sect."

Li Mo didn't reply, he closed his eyes and counted silently.

He knew that he only had one chance to strike. If he couldn't catch Taoist Guhuang's flaw, he would have to escape to his hometown of Vacuum immediately.

If you continue to waste time in the Secret Realm of Mantra, you may end up capsizing in the gutter.

Li Mo's body became shriveled, his internal organs seemed to have lost their vitality, and finally his exposed pupils were wrapped in white bone vines.

"Old man Qingshan, it's over."

The Bone Desolate Taoist breathed out, and just when the White Bone Demon Cultivators were relaxing, the beating sound of the heart like beating a drum suddenly sounded again.

Li Mo opened his eyes and his expression became extremely ferocious.

"Jie, Jie, Jie, donor, suffer death!"

Li Mo tore off the bone vines all over his body, and the bones around him turned cancerous. The bone demon cultivator lost his sense of the bone jungle.

The flesh and bone marrow he gave up naturally contained a large number of cancer cells.

Big Cancer Mitian tried his best to cause cancer in the Bone Forest, but because the source of the spell was dozens of Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators, he could only temporarily gain two or three breaths.

"enough."

Li Mo stretched out his right hand.

The arms began to grow, and even though they were skinny, they still had an indescribable aura.

The Ghost Tiger merges with the Golden Toad, with the Chaos Beast Infant as the core and the Great Sun Golden Pill as the auxiliary, plus the crazy cancerous changes brought about by the Big Cancer.

Li Mo struck out with a palm, and even he was deeply shocked.

Because, he couldn't sense the arm, and the blessing of multiple powers directly turned the arm into lifeless dead flesh.

Li Mo reluctantly intervened with Big Cancer, and a giant palm fell from the sky.

Air waves rolled up.

Taoist Guhuang was exposed, and it was already too late to resist.

He felt that countless annoying bugs were burrowing into his body and multiplying among his bones.

Even though the spiritual power quickly suppressed most of the bugs, there were still some leftovers. The more you wanted to deal with them as soon as possible, the more helpless you were.

"Your mother..."

"Donor, if I had known this, why did I do it in the first place? I have disliked you for a long time."

boom!

Li Mo was like grabbing a mosquito, pinching the Bone Desolate Taoist and pulling him away from the White Bone Jungle.

The White Bone Demon Cultivator lost his backbone and was stunned for a moment. It was too late to save the Bone Desolate Taoist, and everyone panicked.

Li Mo laughed strangely for a while.

Even his condition was not good. The three Yuan Ying was nearing depletion, his body was severely injured, and the use of the spiritual power of the sun caused his brain tissue to tingle.

But as long as the Guhuang Taoist is eliminated, everything will be worth it.

After all, the other white-bone demon cultivators are nothing to fear, they are all a piece of loose sand.

Li Mo drove the Blood Hidden Soul to ban the Bone Desolate Taoist. The latter resisted desperately, but could not escape the fate of being ingested into the small world of Corpse Mountain.

He just wanted to use the secondary peak to press the top and let Taoist Guhuang have a taste of Sun Dasheng's experience.

The result was unexpected.

Old Man Heguo opened his mouth and spit out the extremely rich medicinal fragrance, which penetrated into the skull of Taoist Guhuang, and traces of the poison spread on his skeleton.

"Shangxian, I have no intention of being your enemy. I am willing to work hard for you."

When Old Man Heguo saw Taoist Guhuang, how could he dare to have the slightest thought and take the initiative to consume his Nascent Soul to express his position?

Li Mo glanced at Old Man Heguo and controlled the corpse mountain to drag Taoist Guhuang into the main peak.

After he regained consciousness, the old man Heguo was surrounded by a large number of grass and tree monks, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Old Heguo smiled bitterly, "Fellow gentlemen, can you please stop fighting?"

"Yeah yeah."

Zhang Guo raised his eyebrows, and his disciples rushed forward again.

As soon as Li Mo's consciousness returned to his body, he canceled the tattoo and transformed into a beast, returning to his original image of just over two meters tall, except that his right arm was missing.

He moved around flexibly while communicating with his hometown in a vacuum.

The White Bone Demon Cultivator almost went crazy, but after Li Mo used Hunyuan Wuluo, there was no Bone Desolate Taoist around, so it was difficult to catch Li Mo's figure.

"Slip away."

Li Mo sensed the vacuum of his hometown, and his body gradually left the secret realm.

At this time.

A shrill cry of a baby rang out from within the giant Buddha spirit root, and along with the sound of the sword, it instantly sucked up the aura of the great sun within the vacuum secret realm.

The brain seemed to bloom, and a Buddha's head was suspended in it.

The head is shriveled and the facial features are hollow.

Li Mo didn't know why. It had nothing to do with flying swords, but in his own mind, he was sure that this thing was flying swords.

He slightly accumulated strength in his left hand, and Hunyuan Wulei condensed at his fingertips.

Just when he was about to cause some more trouble to the Bone Sect, he suddenly felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. At some point, someone actually put his arm around his shoulder.

"It would be a waste to destroy it. This sword is not as good as the real Buddha. Let's just call it a fake Buddha."

Li Mo turned around and saw a strange man whose appearance he couldn't distinguish standing next to him.

The strange man was wearing a pure white robe, and his appearance kept changing between a young child, a young man, and an old man, with dead skin falling off every minute.

"I am the Sword of Time, what do you call me?"

Li Mo looked at the Sword of Time, and saw that the opponent was carrying three flying swords.

The flying swords are all shaped like human feet, the long sword is an old man's foot, the short sword is a young man's foot, and the dagger is a child's foot, which is still oozing blood.

Li Mo's pupils shrank and he accelerated his journey to his hometown in the vacuum.

Although it is not sure what kind of Taoist body the flying sword contains, it can make a born saint faintly resist. Even if it is not an immortal body, it is close to complete.

The Sword of Time tilted its head and groaned: "Huh?"

Just when Li Mo was about to speak, Sijian Jian nodded and said, "It turns out to be the Supreme Qingtian of the Wu Sheng Sect."

Sijian Jian looked happy, as old teeth kept falling out and deciduous teeth appeared in his mouth.

He hooked his finger.

The Buddha's head fell into the palm of the Sword of Time, with a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

"It is too inferior. The sword embryo made with the help of mortals is full of impurities inside and outside. The crime of Wuzang Sword shall be punished by death, and the crime of White Bone Cult shall be punished by death."

Li Mo looked around. All the monks were lying on the ground, their heads separated.

When did you draw the sword?

"Qingtian, what do you think of the fake Buddha's refining?"

"I……"

"You have a good opinion on sword refining."

The Sword of Time seemed to be able to predict the content of what Li Mo was about to say, and it never stopped the latter from escaping to his hometown in the vacuum.

Li Mo disappeared into the secret realm of mantra.