Immortal Immortal

Binzhou Town is located at the mouth of the endless sea of ​​stars in the southwest.

The local fishery is prosperous, and the fish caught every day can be sent to neighboring towns through inland rivers. This makes Binzhou Town self-sufficient despite its small population.

Every morning.

The fish market near the south of the city is overcrowded. In addition to local restaurants, there are also cargo ships from other places docked at the dock.

Cargo ships are all made of Gushan wood, because Gushan wood can heal gaps over time and is very suitable for storing water in the cabin and transporting fish.

Zheng Yongfan adjusted the canvas and carefully approached the dock.

He was at most seventeen or early eighteen years old. Due to the precocious nature of mortals in later generations, he looked like a young man in his mid-twenties.

Mrs. Zheng held out her long-pregnant belly, carelessly opened the curtain, and then grabbed the rope and walked to the fish market with an unconcerned expression.

"Madam, you have to give birth at the beginning of the year, so be sure not to catch the cold. Hey, I would have kept you at my uncle's house if I had."

"Pooh."

Mrs. Zheng pointed at Zheng Yongfan and spat at Xingzi, "If you die while sailing, do you want me to find another family to remarry?"

"Okay, whatever you want."

"I'll pick out some cotton cloth and make some clothes for the kid."

Zheng Yongfan smiled bitterly and arranged the cargo ship amidst the booing of the fishermen.

The coastal area is called "trendy people", and women are inherently more aggressive. It is not uncommon for couples to live together in a boat.

Zheng Yongfan watched Mr. Zheng walk away and disappeared into a tailor shop on the street.

He went to the fish market himself to choose fresh fish.

Zheng Yongfan noticed that for some reason, although today's fish are generally larger in size, they don't have much meat in them.

"It's a pity. If it were fatter, it could be sold at a better price."

A fisherman who knew Zheng Yongfan well reminded him.

"Xiao Zheng, if you want to choose, why not go to the dock in Dongcheng? There will be a batch of freshly caught fish there soon, and the nets will be closed soon."

Zheng Yongfan was a little moved, but then he shook his head and said, "No, there are too many things going on in Dongcheng, and I don't want to offend the officials who are just looking for money."

"Huh."

Zheng Yongfan had a strange expression. The fisherman in front of him seemed different from half a month ago. He was obviously older... to the naked eye.

Perhaps in the future of immortality, it is inappropriate to describe a person as old.

But Zheng Yongfan's first reaction was that he was old.

The fisherman's skin is covered with ravines, his eyes are cloudy and lifeless, the signs of decay have intensified, and even the joints of his limbs have become stiff.

Let alone half a month, the normal decline of a fisherman's body takes at least ten years.

Zheng Yongfan was shocked and subconsciously looked around and noticed that the other fishermen had a similar situation, but it was not obvious.

Snapped.

The fisherman's right eye fell out, and the shrunken eyeball looked like a fish eye.

"Oh, when the autumn sea breeze blows, my body and bones are getting worse and worse."

Zheng Yongfan took a few steps back and accidentally kicked the wooden basin containing fresh fish. Water splashed immediately, and the fish seemed to grow longer.

"There are tricks, there are tricks..."

Zheng Yongfan had only been out of the ship for a few years. He had heard many evil rumors before and understood that the world was not as peaceful as it seemed.

He looked at his hands and saw spots of corpse spreading.

"No... no need, I'll go to Dongcheng to take a look."

Zheng Yongfan had only one thought left, to pick up Zheng and leave Binzhou Town. There must be something evil in this place that the old man said was at work.

He stumbled towards the tailor shop, and before he could reach the door, he heard a baby crying.

"Wow wow wow..."

"She's born, she's born." Ms. Zheng was in a state of disarray, holding a young child covered in blood as she walked out of the tailor shop. The shopkeeper looked as if there was no one around.

Zheng Yongfan's expression was filled with fear.

The toddler was obviously just born, with an umbilical cord dripping blood still connected to his abdomen, but he already looked two or three years old.

"Madam, it's not advisable to stay here for a long time. Let's leave Binzhou Town first."

Zheng Yongfan pulled Zheng over, hugged the toddler with his other hand, and ran towards his cargo ship, his back soaked in cold sweat.

After the child grew to be around four years old, he tilted his head and clapped his hands.

"The laughing monk, laughing infatuatedly, offering incense in every house, laughing and playing every day."

Zheng Yongfan was horrified. For him, his experience in Binzhou Town was simply a nightmare. If he stayed for a little longer, he would sink forever.

When the three people successfully returned to the cargo ship and cut the ropes tied to the dock, the bustling fish market gradually disappeared into the mist.

Zheng Yongfan collapsed to the ground without any strength, while Mrs. Zheng cried with relief.

"My son, my son..."

He got up and examined the child, fearing that the latter would be affected by evil spirits. As a result, except for slight signs of death and illness, there was almost no abnormality in the child.

"The death disease is not obvious? Maybe my son is lucky enough to survive in the hands of evil spirits, and he is still a child of the immortal family who is destined to become an immortal."

Zheng Yongfan didn't notice at all that a figure appeared on the sea in the distance.

The figure seems to be holding three flying swords, and its appearance keeps changing between a young child, a young man, and an old man, and it is slowly coming towards the cargo ship.

“Every year is different.”

The cargo ship disappeared, and the figure disappeared after a few steps.

…………

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The cold wind of late autumn has turned into the biting cold poison of winter.

Whoosh.

The Kun Whale soared at the edge of the endless sea of ​​stars. The rising water vapor continued to surge, and the giant beast passed by the sea level in the blink of an eye.

"Almost there?"

Li Mo sat cross-legged on top of Kun Whale's head, deliberately keeping the tattooed beast less than ten meters away, just to avoid any trouble when traveling.

He had no plans to go to Binzhou Town. The Ziqi Sect's Millennium Ascension Conference was imminent and would only take a hundred years at most.

Since Li Mo plans to counterattack the Mother Furnace, he must make preparations in advance.

It's just that Luoyang wanted him to go to Binzhou Town.

Although Binzhou Town is not a town affiliated with Tianjianmen, Luo Yang was born here. A letter was passed on by his remaining blood relatives. At that time, it seemed that something strange was haunting Binzhou Town.

"Trick? It's been ten years, how could it be too late?"

When a mortal delivers a letter to a sword cultivator, he must get help from the affiliated sword sect and pass through the outer gate of the Tianjian Sect. After it falls into his hands, it will take more than ten or twenty years, which is not an exaggeration.

Li Mo muttered a few words to himself. Fortunately, Binzhou Town was not far from the black market of the Sihai Chamber of Commerce, and he could use the magic circle to go to the Ziqi Sect.

"What the hell?"

Li Mo's expression became solemn, and his spiritual consciousness was the first to notice the strangeness.

Binzhou Town was obviously within ten miles, but his spiritual consciousness did not detect any signs of life, and he could still smell the rotten stench blowing in the wind in his nose.

He put away the Kun Whale and stepped on the phantom flying sword to blend into the wind.

"It's troublesome."

Li Mo was afraid that something strange would appear, which would probably waste a lot of time, but he couldn't just leave it alone.

After all, Luo Yang obtained the Taoist heritage of the wooden sword body from the [Luru] of the Twenty-Eight Sword Tombs, making the sword bones have more than ten joints.

Li Mo has been practicing the Luru Sword Body during his journey, and he just mastered it not long ago.

After a while, Binzhou Town came into view.

Li Mo narrowed his eyes. The Binzhou Town in front of him was completely reduced to ruins, and the south of the city near the endless sea of ​​stars was completely gone.

The town was cut in half, and the gap was extremely smooth.

Half of them were missing, as if they had moved somewhere else in an instant. You could even see a large number of broken bodies in the central block.

The people have turned into withered mummies that can be easily moved by the breeze.

When the mummy comes into contact with hard objects, the flesh and bones will turn into dust and scatter, as if the corpse has been dying for thousands of years.

"Isn't it possible? After all, it's a town with a lot of people. Isn't there even a little news about Binzhou Town's destruction?"

"Besides, the nearest black market is only a hundred miles away."

Li Mo frowned slightly.

He belatedly took out the sword slip, which recorded the specific information Luo Yang told him.

Li Mo put the sword slip between his eyebrows, but the recorded information about Binzhou Town had been erased, and there was only specious content in the sword slip.

"Three lives."

Li Mo narrowed his eyes. The people behind the scenes were still unwilling to let the drama of heaven and earth turn into a fantasy. Using the ability to change the world's perception, they may have secretly set off huge waves.

"The monk who killed the mortal should not be Sansheng."

If there were only one or two people exploring the truth behind the drastic changes in the world, the problem would not be serious, but similar monks were already present in sects of all sizes.

Li Mo looked at the mummies one after another and found that they might have some kind of profound sword intent.

"Who could it be? The sword intention seems to cause the body to age rapidly to stimulate the outbreak of fatal diseases. There is no memory of the Twenty-Eight Sword Tombs..."

"Wait, what did I forget?"

Li Mo cursed a few times secretly and scanned the memories related to Tianjian Sect over and over again.

Immediately, a name that had long been forgotten came to mind.

Sword of Time.

"Damn it, maybe the memory was erased during the Nascent Soul stage. The cultivation levels are so different that even the Book of Creation is hard to stop."

As a disciple of Luo Yang, the Sword of Time was not mentioned at all by Luo Yang in the follow-up period. Even during the fall of the Fire Spirit Palace, the Sword of Time was never seen.

"It seems... the Sword of Time is the inner ghost of the Great Sun Sword Tomb."

According to Li Mo's guess, after the Sword of Time completed the layout of the Fire Spirit Palace, regardless of whether it went smoothly or not, its existence had been erased in advance.

"There is a high probability that the Sword of Time was once the chief of the Great Sun Sword Tomb, otherwise there would be no chance that it would cause such a large-scale disaster."

The sense of existence disappears, and the information related to the Sword of Time disappears.

Li Mo did not hesitate to escape into the sea. It was extremely dangerous to continue to stay in Binzhou Town. After all, the size of the people behind the scenes was unknown.

The strength of the Sword of Time is far beyond ordinary.

First of all, it was definitely the stage of refining the void. He suspected that the sword intention he had comprehended had transcended the Mahayana and reached the [like Tao] that he had only heard of.

"Could it be the rarely recorded Sword Intent of Time?"

Li Mo didn't think that the Sword of Time was as talented as the Thirteen Immortals, which showed that the methods of the people behind the scenes were more terrifying than imagined.

A group of parasitic bugs that feed on both the Taoist and Demonic parties.

They thought they had discovered a magical connection, but little did they know that they were causing a disaster that would sweep both worlds.

Li Mo felt deeply troubled. Sansheng's ability made him isolated and helpless. Fortunately, the Heart Beast Sect rose from the bottom, and the Ziqi Sect remained stagnant. The two should not have received the attention of those behind the scenes.

"Let's just wait and see what happens. Without the strength of the Void Refining Stage, there is no way to influence the situation."

"But...we have to find an opportunity to kill Sansheng."