Immortal Immortal

"Comrades, the Sword Tongue Sect takes the first step."

The monks present looked stunned, and it took them a long time to react.

Sword tongue sect?

How could a humble affiliated sword sect be able to fight like this? In my impression, the leader of the Sword Tongue Sect is only in the corpse infant stage.

They couldn't see Li Mo's reality clearly, but their own flying sword felt like it was facing a formidable enemy.

Hibiscus stood up strangely, her twisted and deformed spine overwhelmed, and just soothing the black marrow almost caused her spiritual power to dissipate.

"Sword Tongue Sect..."

For some reason, he had a hunch that once the Yuan Yingqi from the Jiantongue Sect worshiped the Tianjian Sect, he would be able to threaten the position of chief.

"Prepare everything for me, enter the sword rain."

"There are still six or seven years left, there is no need to rush through the sword rain in advance..."

Hibiscus's head turned, and mushrooms sprouted from the mangled skull.

The Yuanyingqi who spoke groaned, his chest dented by the erosion of the black marrow, and Hibiscus could no longer hold back the murderous intent in his eyes.

boom.

The Kun whale soared into the rain of swords.

The stars twinkled, and countless sword energies were poured out towards Kun Whale.

Kunjing let out a mournful cry, and the water mist it released failed to completely block the sword energy, and its tough scales were covered with sword marks in the blink of an eye.

Tianjianmen's mountain-protecting formation made it difficult for Kunjing to exert its strength.

The most important thing is that the sword rain is far from simple on the surface. The sword energy seems to be alive, attacking Kunjing from its weak points.

Fortunately, the Kun Whale had rough skin and thick flesh, so it recovered from its injuries very quickly and could barely maintain its balance.

Clang!

The hundreds of sword mounds located on the ground floor seemed to sense the contempt, and the sword energy leaking out surged, as if they were going to crush the Kun Whale to ashes.

Only then did the flying swords of the monks outside the sword rain stop.

Hibiscus's expression softened.

"The Sword Tongue Sect still takes it for granted that it wants to pass through the rain of swords with just one giant beast."

He pulled the mushrooms out of his eyes and looked with burning eyes, but he could faintly see that Li Mo was still fishing calmly.

The figure swung out the fishing rod.

I saw only a faint glow from the fishing rod.

boom.

Hibiscus was in disbelief. The raging sword rain stopped abruptly. To be precise, each sword energy was hiding from Kun Whale's body.

The Kun whale spit out water mist from its mouth and nose, taking the opportunity to cross the 10,000 meters covered by the sword rain.

"I see."

Li Mo had previously discovered that his body of white bones actually caused changes in the black marrow, and he realized that the superior Taoist body would attract Feijian to surrender.

The process of gestating Feijian is to devour the Tao body of mortals. The disciples of the affiliated Sword Sect have been drained long before they entered the Tao.

It's just that the affiliated sword sect usually teaches a special spell to the inner disciples, which can subtly replenish the Tao body.

Of course, the foundation of the Taoist body will inevitably be damaged.

Li Mo revealed a trace of the Taoist aura of a born saint, which not only impressed tens of thousands of flying swords, but also made the sword tomb at the bottom ready to move.

"The natal flying sword has relied on generations of sword slaves to complete its Tao body. Maybe the Tianjian Sect will have a complete flying sword with an immortal body?"

Li Mo restrained his Taoist aura, and the riot in the sword tomb slowly subsided.

"Now that we have come to Tianjian Sect, it is not certain who will complete whose Tao body."

He took back the tattooed beast and landed in the central area with the Sword Tongue Sect disciples. He continued to hold the Phantom Fish Sword and closed his eyes to rest.

Ming Lin and others were at a loss when faced with Li Mo's extraordinary methods.

It's not that Elder Taiji's qualifications are low, why can he cause a group of swords to riot? Could it be that the two or three hundred years in Qingzhen have completely changed him?

Just when the various forces were in a stalemate, a small affiliated sword sect rushed into the sword rain.

The leader, Yuan Yingqi, had an ecstatic expression on his face. He thought it was an oversight by Jianzhong that allowed the Kun Whale to successfully arrive at the central area.

As a result, as soon as they stepped into the sword rain, they realized what the awe-inspiring sword spirit was.

The flesh, flesh and bones lasted less than ten breaths before being reduced to pieces by the raging sword energy, and the Nascent Soul stage could not last more than a few minutes.

Immediately afterwards, the scene fell into chaos.

There were already forces exploring the path, and some Nascent Soul stagers figured out the rules of the sword rain, and they immediately started preparing protective magic weapons and talismans.

Until now, the disciples of the Jiantongue Sect still felt a little like they were waking up from a dream.

After Li Mo digested the superficial information about the mountain-protecting formation, he looked at the distribution of stars in the sky, which seemed to contain the sword formation.

At the same time, he could also feel that a sword cultivator was paying attention to him.

Li Mo ignored the peeps, his consciousness seemed to be in contact with the stars of the sword tomb at the bottom, and he understood all kinds of sword intentions from it.

Although it is difficult to understand the meaning of the sword, it can make the magical power of swordsmanship flourish.

Li Mo couldn't help but use his sword skills.

[Hills Sword Intent]

[Observe the hills with a thousand eyes for ten years, until the flesh and blood on your back begins to turn to stone, and then you can understand the sword intent of the hills. 】

"Sword Intent also involves alienation?"

Li Mo was stunned for a moment, and then recalled the two sword cultivators he had come into contact with.

The body of the sword of time continues to experience old and young; taking away the sword of the fake Buddha repairs the charred skin and flesh.

"Can sword cultivators really safely complete the Nine Immortal Realms? Why do they feel like they will become alienated and lose control sooner or later?"

"Or can they use the alienation of their bodies to practice?"

Li Mo narrowed his eyes.

He carefully checked the situation in Niwan Palace and noticed that the Universal Sword Intent had been integrated into the Sunlight Bodhisattva, which prevented his alienation.

"Fortunately, the fake Buddha has the mark of the Book of Creation. Alas, even the method of sword cultivation is bound to have drawbacks."

Li Mo gave up the idea of ​​understanding Qiuling's sword intent. It seemed that the sword intent was not about finesse but must be in line with his own Four Yuan Ying.

Moreover, according to the size of peaks, mountains, mountains and hills, the sword power of hills is not considered superior.

While Li Mo was observing the sword intent, forces arrived in the central area one after another, but they all took the initiative to stay away from the 100 meters where the Sword Tongue Sect was.

Even if the Jiantongue Sect used clever methods to avoid the rain of swords, they couldn't see through the means that caused the riot of the flying swords.

After 70% of the affiliated sword sects swarmed into the sword rain, some casual cultivators came with flying sword certificates, fearing that they would be attacked by a group.

There were a total of five flying swords in the hands of the casual cultivators, but only two of them could survive the rain of swords safely, and the rest were reduced to broken limbs and pieces of flesh on the ground.

As soon as the leader of Jianyougan recovered his spiritual power, he couldn't wait to hold the flying sword certificate that looked like a moon disk.

"Sir, please introduce the disciples to the door."

Click click click.

There were cracks in the ground, and the rocks that Master Jianyougan stood on rose up into the air, taking him into the stars.

"Hahahaha, becoming an immortal is nothing more than this."

Seeing this, the other monks holding flying sword certificates followed suit and disappeared one after another during the reception.

Only Hibiscus stared at Li Mo and did not choose to get started.

Most of his exposed skull was shattered, and his brain tissue was covered with mushrooms, giving off a faintly forbidding aura.

Hibiscus repeated the crazy words, her voice getting louder and louder.

"Who am I? Who is in my head? Come out, come out."

His head hit the ground hard, and there was a clear cracking sound of his skull. The erosion from alienation tortured his body and soul.

Fellow monks did not dare to get close at all, for fear of ending up dead.

There are still a few years left before the Sword Club in the Cocoon, and all the monks are guarding against others, trying their best to let their own flying sword reach its peak.

Most of his energy, energy and spirit have been weakened, and the only thing he can rely on is his natal flying sword.

Hibiscus is the only one who has the credentials but has not started, and her organs tend to become alienated and out of control without any warning.

While Li Mo was observing the sword's intention, he was also paying attention to Hibiscus.

If before the magical transformation of swordsmanship, he would have thought that Hibiscus had gone crazy, but in fact it should be a sign that he was about to realize the meaning of the sword.

As Hibiscus's alienation intensified, her consciousness gradually returned to consciousness.

In just six years, Hibiscus's sword intention has been ready to emerge, the black marrow has become more active, and the revealed aura has begun to surge.

He himself turned into an indescribable mushroom monster.

There is no trace of flesh and blood on the body, the thin human skin is filled with fungi, and bits of black and gray fungus powder are constantly emerging from the seven orifices.

Li Mo frowned slightly and couldn't help but think to himself: "Given how dangerous the sword intention is, and how few disciples are recruited every thousand years, can the Heavenly Sword Sect really guarantee enough fresh blood?"

"Or is it that the Tianjian Sect has a unique palace system just like the Ziqi Sect?"

While Li Mo was thinking, a heavy shadow came over his head.

A sword mound in the center slowly landed, its sword meaning related to [dirt], and the putrid smell that hit his face was indescribable.

Li Mo finally used the Dongshen Dharma Eye to see clearly the scene of the Sword Tomb.

Sword tombs are spread all over the stinky swamps. The sparse vegetation contains sword energy, and the flying swords among them are like birds and beasts chasing each other.

Only one out of ten reaches the level of the Zhen sect.

Seven or eight hundred monks from related affiliated sword sects such as the Filthy Intestine Sword, the Poisonous Stomach Sword, and the Rotten Blood Sword flew uncontrollably towards the Filthy Sword Tomb.

Something happened to Li Mo's natural saint.

As a natural saint, as a body of ten thousand gold oil, it seems that he can adapt to the dirty sword tomb. If he releases a little breath, he can get a response from the sword tomb.

Li Mo just wanted to get back the fake Buddha, and had no interest in choosing any dirty flying sword. He simply sealed the Taoist aura completely within his body.

The second sword tomb arrives, and the sword intention is connected to the [heart].

Some of the affiliated sword sects flew towards the sword tomb.

The third sword tomb [stream], the affiliated sword sect that majored in blood went there.

The fourth sword tomb [rock and soil].

The fifth sword tomb [grass and trees].

………

The eighth sword tomb [Five Senses], all affiliated sword sects involved in the eyes, ears, mouth, nose and tongue, all participated in the sword meeting at the call of the sword tomb.

But what is puzzling is that the disciples of the Sword Tongue Sect have already entered the sword tomb, but Li Mo still stays there, closing his eyes and sensing something.

"No, I don't want to..."

Hibiscus shook her head impatiently and struggled wildly with her limbs.

He tried to take out the black marrow from his body, and shouted heartbreakingly: "Shang...shangzong, please...acquire the disciples...please..."

Before he finished speaking, Hibiscus was taken into the sword tomb made of white bones.

With the certificate of Flying Sword, I am afraid that only Mu Jin has taken the initiative to join the Sword Society in the Cocoon in the past ten thousand years.

Half a day later.

Seventy-five sword tombs were in the air, but Li Mo was left standing alone.

"Damn, what is this?"

Li Mo looked helpless, but it wasn't like he couldn't attract Jian Zhong's attention.

Purely because the five bodies of the body complement each other, the auras of the Tao bodies have been roughly integrated, and it can only attract a single sword tomb, so the difficulty can be imagined.

"Tianjianmen is a large-scale immortal sect. It should have seen big scenes, right?"

[Ah ah ah, sorry for being late! ! ! ! 】