Immortal Immortal

Not only was the tattooed beast moving, but the Great Desolate Immortal Body also reacted accordingly.

"Well……"

Li Mo let out a muffled groan, and the eight acquired spiritual roots derived a large number of details, making the spiritual tendons and the sword pouch even closer.

The tattoos all over his body are constantly flowing, causing the flesh and bones to boil in disguise.

According to the thoughts fed back by the tattooed beasts, the Wanhua Sword Infant seems to be able to benefit them a lot, and their behavior is completely based on instinctive tendencies.

Li Mo's expression was subtle and he did not immediately let the tattooed beast put it into the sword pouch.

Upon seeing this, he closed his eyes and communicated with the Wanhua Jianying.

After all, the tattooed beast is the core of the Great Wilderness Immortal Body and has nothing to do with the way of swordsmanship. If it turns into a natal flying sword in the sword bag, it will be completely detrimental to Li Mo.

You must know that flying swords are a very evil thing, otherwise there would not be the so-called cocoons and pupae, as well as night and day tours.

At the same time, the temperature inside the house increased.

Luoyang seemed to have lost his patience, and the three-flavored sword intent filled every inch of the air, causing the entire Sanyang Sword Tomb to shake.

Li Mo looked helpless.

The cracks in the wall continued to spread, and the dust began to burn for no reason.

While paying attention to the tattooed beast, Li Mo released the blood hidden soul, and his intestines restrained the wall like a long snake to prevent the building from suddenly collapsing.

"Huh?"

Li Mo then discovered the reason why the tattooed beast wanted to get into the sword bag.

It is indeed the reason for the Great Desolate Immortal Body.

The spiritual tendons of the Great Wilderness Immortal Body have been completely connected to the sword pouch, creating an inexplicable connection between the Taisu Beast Infant and the Wanhua Sword Infant in disguise.

The situation is somewhat similar to the fusion of Tao and body, and the two Nascent Souls have something in common.

"Could it be that... the Nascent Soul Dharma Body can also be integrated with the Tao body?"

A trace of heat flashed in Li Mo's eyes.

Perhaps for the current stage, Yuan Ying fusion is just like a mirror, and all aspects involved are too complicated.

But if you are close to becoming an immortal and attaining enlightenment, the fusion of Nascent Soul may be of great use.

When the tattooed beast wants to get into the sword bag, it does not turn into a flying sword, but uses the Great Wilderness Immortal Body to give itself the characteristics of a flying sword.

Think about it too.

The tattooed beast has no physical existence at all. It is able to practice because of the Great Wilderness Immortal Body. Naturally, the body cannot be fixed in a certain form forever.

"Even if it doesn't involve the fusion of the Nascent Soul, it would be good to make the Nascent Soul become closer."

Li Mo stopped trying to stop him and allowed the seven tattooed beasts to swarm into the sword pouch. He just stared at the middle dantian through his spiritual consciousness.

The beasts roared one after another.

As soon as the tattooed beasts reached the sword pouch, their bodies turned into a half-real and half-empty state.

At the same time, they exude an artistic conception that even Li Mo was deeply surprised by, an artistic conception that was once given by the pen when inscribing tattoos.

The [demon] of the red fox.

Guihu's [ghost].

Salamander's [birth].

Kun Whale’s [Desolation].

Golden Toad’s [Evil].

The [evil] of the mandrill.

The [Yin and Yang] of Zhulong.

Immediately afterwards, incredible animality burst out from the body of the tattooed beast.

Even the normally gentle salamander showed a ferocious side, and the towering tree above its head was covered with sharp spikes.

They all have the strength of the Nascent Soul stage.

Even if it is the phantom spiritual power of the Xia Dao technique, as long as it is within the range affected by the spiritual root worm, the cultivation level will not be affected at all.

The natal flying swords scrambled to stay away from the tattooed beast.

The seven tattooed beasts crawled next to Wanhua Sword Infant one after another. Spiritual power washed over them, and the clanging sound of iron could be heard in Li Mo's body.

"It's also good to shape the sword body to give the tattooed beast another method."

Li Mo has lost his sense of the Great Wilderness Immortal Body, and there are no tattoos on the surface of his skin. It is estimated that it will take some time to reborn.

Since the Ten Thousand Transformations and Ten Thousand Sects Sword Scripture has broken through the Nascent Soul stage, there is no need to continue to retreat.

As Luoyang became more and more angry, the temperature inside the Sanyang Dojo gradually increased, and the movement outside the house became silent.

"The Cocoon Sword is more difficult to deal with than expected, and Luo Yang hasn't solved the problem yet."

Li Mo's expression was solemn.

He knew that he couldn't wait any longer. After all, he was in a closed space. Once Chi Yu was affected, he might not know how he would die.

"Leave the dojo first..."

The blood hidden soul fixed on the wall was already sizzling, which showed that the temperature was enough to damage the pseudo-magic weapon, so this was not a place to stay for a long time.

Li Mo took back the blood-hidden soul and stood up and rolled.

The walls collapsed with the sound, and most of the internal structure melted.

Deep and boundless darkness came into view, the corridor was dilapidated, and only a headless corpse could be seen standing upright on the spot.

The corpses naturally originated from sword ghosts. They were affected by the Cocoon Sword and died in extremely miserable conditions.

The flesh and blood are dissolving like a candle, while the spine serves as a wick, with a faint flame still burning.

The indiscriminate taboo of the Cocoon Sword is unspeakably destructive.

The moment Li Mo looked at the corpse, Sanyang Dojo experienced many earthquakes and tremors, and he could feel that the building was sinking deeper into the ground.

"Senior Luo, save...save me..."

A call came from the direction of the forging room, and a figure huddled at the door.

The opponent should be one of the seven sword cultivators in the Sanyang Sword Tomb. Not only is most of his flesh and blood melted, but his head is also burning with blazing flames.

His back was already stuck to the wall, and his struggle made the flames grow stronger.

Before Li Mo could react, Jian Xiu's head was completely burned, and his vitality stopped abruptly in a short period of time.

Li Mo finished searching the bodies.

It was discovered that the dead sword cultivator had a Nascent Soul stage, but was unable to resist the taboo of the Cocoon Sword.

"No, it's definitely unrealistic to rely on Luo Yang to get out of trouble."

Li Mo grabbed the Phantom Fish Sword, scanned the sword pouch with his consciousness, then opened his mouth and spit out a natal flying sword, floating on his shoulder.

The natal flying sword is shaped like a human eye, with a hazy golden halo emitting from it.

【Golden Eye Sword】

It is obvious that the Golden Eye Sword is made of part of the eyeball tissue and is of Yang attribute, and has reached the level of the Nascent Soul stage.

Unless Li Mo breeds his natal flying swords in large quantities in a short period of time, there will only be a slight loss of organs occasionally, which will not affect his body at all.

The golden eye sword made a sword sound, and the halo illuminated a range of 100 meters.

After the Wanhua Wanzong Sword Sutra reaches the Nascent Soul stage, the sword bag can hold up to a thousand flying swords, and can stay in the outside world for half an hour.

It can barely be used as a routine method.

The most important thing is that the natal flying sword can overcome the fear caused by the taboo of [out of body].

Li Mo stroked the hot wall.

After being refined in Sanyang Dojo, it has formed a whole, like a cage.

"It's indeed a prison. There aren't many normal ones among the sword ghosts."

Li Mo continued deep into the dojo in the dark.

Looking up, there were remains of flesh and blood everywhere, mixed with fragments of sword blades.

Judging from the surface, sword ghosts are not much different from ordinary monks, except that their bodies are covered with sword blades and they have no internal organs.

Whoosh.

A sword light passed by.

Li Mo ducked sideways, and the Cave God's Dharma Eyes locked onto the attacking sword ghost.

"Baby, when you walk...don't make any...sounds..."

The old woman couldn't help but tremble when she saw Li Mo, and stumbled towards the latter.

She was no longer human, with bones visible on her body, her skin was covered with bite marks, and her head was like a candle.

There is no kindness in his face, he is like an evil ghost crawling out of the underworld.

"Baby..."

"Who is your baby?"

After Sanyang Taoist Temple was cleaned up by Luoyang, most of the sword ghosts had gone into hiding or turned into mangled corpses all over the ground.

Li Mo didn't want to continue to struggle with the old woman, so he used his legs to get within half a meter of the latter.

Clang.

When the Phantom Fish Sword raises its hand, there are bursts of sword light, and the artistic conception of universal illumination is vivid and vivid.

"Baby..."

The old woman's head shot up into the sky, and her body was pierced by the golden eye sword, but she was still chattering endlessly.

Boom boom boom.

Li Mo didn't know how long the dojo could last, so he hurriedly looked for an exit.

Of course, the corpses were not spared either.

After traveling for a while, Li Mo collected more than a thousand tools.

Complete corpses can be used as residents of the corpse mountain, and the broken limbs can be decomposed into spiritual materials. It has to be said that the sword ghost is really valuable.

The blood-hiding soul is entrenched in the waist, and when it smells blood, it is like a hyena hunting for prey.

More than half an hour passed, but Li Mo did not encounter another sword ghost. Most of them were headless corpses that had been burnt.

The temperature is getting higher and the air is twisting.

Li Mo had already locked the location of the entrance and exit according to the wind direction.

"Baby."

Another call.

Li Mo looked back and saw the old woman crawling out of the dried blood. However, as soon as she came to the outside world, her head began to burn again.

The golden eye sword turned into a shadow and passed through the old woman's neck.

Li Mo narrowed his eyes and once again took the old woman's corpse into the small world of Corpse Mountain.

The remaining blood of the sword ghost was flowing on the ground like gangrene attached to the bones, constantly moving following Li Mo's footsteps.

The blood re-coagulated, and the embryonic form could already be seen.

It's just that the speed of the Sword Demon's resurrection has been significantly slowed down by successive physical deaths.

"How evil."

Li Mo was too lazy to quarrel with the sword ghost anymore. The golden eye sword fell on the soles of his feet, and then he drove the flying sword through the darkness.

His brain felt a little hot, and the omnipresent candlelight and sword intent gradually intensified.

Moreover, Li Mo realized that the cocoon sword had discovered his existence, and his peeping eyes were filled with pure malice.

It didn't take long.

On the top of the dojo, candles were lit.

Hundreds of candle monsters were clinging to the wall in a gecko-like posture, and then rushed towards Li Mo.

Only when they got closer to Li Mo did the burning candle in their heads slow down a little.

Li Mo cursed secretly, because the monsters behind him were getting denser and denser, and sword rays passed by each other, but were blocked by old and new skins.

The spiritual power of his great sun was instilled into the Golden Eye Sword, and the speed of Yukong increased.

The Phantom Fish Sword flew up and down, and Li Mo's sword-swinging movements gradually became more streamlined. Wherever the sword's intention passed, monsters turned against him one after another.

The number of monsters exceeds tens of thousands, and their melted flesh melts them into spheres.

Li Mo was a little moved. The tens of thousands of corpse mountain residents helped the magic weapon a lot, which could at least make the spirit root worm one step closer to a high-grade magic weapon.

Just deal with it...

At this time, the beast's roar rang out from the sword pouch, and the tattooed beasts were reborn one after another.

Li Mo was not far from the exit. After intentionally or unintentionally detouring through several aisles, the number of monsters reached over 20,000.

"That's all. Since you've been sent to your doorstep as a guest in the mountain of corpses, there's no reason why you shouldn't take it."