Immortal Immortal

After Li Mo digested his memories of past dynasties, he quickly figured out what the Immortal Golden Body was, and a vast amount of medical knowledge poured into his mind.

He quickly had a general idea of ​​where the surgery would go.

There was indeed no problem with the surgery performed by the immortal doctor and others, but the main reason was that there was not enough time.

"If I achieve the immortal golden body, even if my plan fails, I can rely on my immortal body and soul to transcend the worlds of immortality and mortal world."

Li Mo had a lot of thoughts, and there was some hesitation in his thoughts.

Once a person has a way out and faces a situation of no life or death, he will inevitably look forward and backward. After all, he still has little control until now.

"no……"

Li Mo came back to his senses. No matter what, he was destined to have a battle with the Lord of Time.

He sent a message to contact Shen Shuzi and others, and then controlled the Immortal Bone of Ten Thousand Swords, and massive amounts of Spider Sword Pills poured into the mutilated brain.

The brain squirmed slightly, and Spider Jianwan began to repair the brain tissue.

Although Li Mo's medical skills are not as good as those of immortal doctors, he is better at being able to sense his own condition closely and adjust the operation immediately if anything unusual occurs.

And Li Mo in the past dynasties was transformed by false soul consciousness.

They seem to be independent individuals, but in fact they are all part of Li Mo's soul, and there will be no mistakes between them.

It was just a small trial, and the brain was completely replenished within half a month.

The moment the brain was formed, the Niwan Palace was born naturally. Terrifying consciousness spread out from it, and everyone looked shocked.

The strength of Li Mo's spiritual consciousness has reached the ultimate level of Daluo Jinxian, and he is not far away from the immortal ancestor. It can be seen that after being seized by Maitreya Buddha, his body and soul were transformed after being broken and then established.

After a while, his consciousness converged, and blood vessels penetrated Sanfa's body independently.

The process of building the head is to peel off the three dharma bodies. The immortal doctor and others quickly assisted to ensure the efficiency of the operation.

"Use the weapon elixir as the skeleton, the Buddhist magic as the flesh and blood organ, and the symbiotic dharma body as the skin to form the rumored immortal golden body."

Li Mo's thoughts moved slightly, and more and more Spider Sword Pills surged out.

Not only will his physical body be fused with his Dharma body, but the three immortal bodies will also be inseparable. At the same time, he will also fill himself with the characteristics of the other immortal bodies.

What is the immortal golden body?

The body and soul are already at their peak, transformed from fairy spiritual power into blood. As long as they survive, they will become stronger every moment until they are indelible to all things.

Li Mo in the past generations showed enthusiasm. If they could witness the birth of the immortal golden body, they would not complain even if they died as a result.

With spiritual consciousness, surgery becomes easier.

The three dharma bodies disintegrated bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a body tens of thousands of meters long gradually became complete in the sky above the Hidden Path Palace.

The terrifying coercion was as real as a mortal watching an immortal.

"Implant the spiritual root worm into the spine. Only by becoming an organ of the immortal golden body can the immortal weapon advance further as the cultivation level increases."

Li Mo's muttering voice echoed in the small world of Corpse Mountain.

As if it had autonomous consciousness, the spirit root worm quickly penetrated into the spine composed of immortal bones and merged with the spinal cord containing the great avenue.

boom.

Everyone Li Mo looked at each other, their auras rising.

After the spirit root worms returned to Immortal Gold, not only were they not negatively affected, but they became more real, and their cultivation was no longer the illusory spiritual power generated by the phantom spirit roots.

To them, Li Mo turned into a being similar to the way of heaven.

Li Mo asked: "divine fortune teller, according to the results of your divination, how much time do I have left?"

"About fifty years."

The divine fortune teller hesitated for a few breaths and then explained: "I don't know how long the battle between Buddha and Demon will last. If the Demon Ancestor wins, conservatively it may only last thirty years."

"enough."

Li Mo interrupted in a deep voice, and the Divine Eye on his forehead was completed.

The cave god's Dharma Eye cracked open, and the mysterious and mysterious Taoist rhyme covered the small world of Corpse Mountain, which was related to the immortal eyes of Li Mo in the past.

Li Mo saw a fairy mountain in a different timeline, where the Twelve Immortals and others were practicing.

"It's almost time, the sixth ring is ready."

………

At the bottom of the fairy mountain.

Repeated countless times, under the leadership of Zu Xiuyun, the monks climbed halfway up the mountain and were attacked by countless strange creatures along the way.

When they reached the mountainside after all the hard work, they had no energy left.

Of the team of more than two hundred people, only thirty or forty people survived, and all of them were seriously injured, and their spiritual power was on the verge of exhaustion.

The transformation of Dao Ancestor's legacy seems to be far away, and the strange things encountered upward are already difficult to defeat.

But if they stay where they are, the sea of ​​corpses caused by the drastic changes in the world is also constantly accumulating. Perhaps they can live on for hundreds of years like rats hiding in the ruins, but it is meaningless.

The monks were silent, and the lingering smell of blood could be smelled in their noses.

Taoist Yezhuo drank the corpse wine one sip at a time. The wine flowed from the bloody flesh to the ground. The medicinal power contained in it could not heal the eroded wounds at all.

"Master, what should we do?"

Zu Xiuyun knelt on the ground, feeling confused.

Suddenly, she seemed to realize something. Three hundred meters away to the northwest, there seemed to be a figure flashing past among the ruins.

"Could it be..."

Zu Xiuyun suddenly woke up and told the monks that they had to go to what happened four hundred years ago.

The monks were naturally puzzled, so Zu Xiuyun explained it over and over again, then stretched out his hand and touched the center of his eyebrows, using his words and techniques.

Zu Xiuyun looked around and saw that the ruins were completely empty.

"That's right, absolutely right."

"By speaking the Dharma, a cycle of time lines is formed. In this way, they have enough time to spend in retreat and practice."

Zu Xiuyun stumbled out of the ruins and walked slowly three hundred meters away.

"I... have to send them to the next timeline, and then go to the ancient fairy world to find an opportunity to kill that... Chunyangzi."

Zu Xiuyun looked old and repeated, for fear of forgetting.

She came to the ruins in the northwest. As soon as she got close to 100 meters, a breath-holding magic circle enveloped her body, and the rich fairy spirit rushed towards her face.

"Sure enough, sure enough..."

Zu Xiuyun realized the mystery of the cycle of cause and effect, and obtaining the Taoist ancestor's transformation was not just a daydream.

She continued to go deep into the ruins. The magic circle spread out the moment it came into contact with her, and the sound of water rushing suddenly sounded in her ears.

Obviously the appearance of the ruins was no bigger than a temple, but Zu Xiuyun felt that the space was getting wider and wider.

I don’t know how long the journey will take.

A dazzling light appeared at the end. Zu Xiuyun stood there in disbelief, and what he saw was a small world.

The small world can't be seen to the end, and it is filled with spiritual creatures from heaven and earth.

The plants and trees were transplanted from all over the fairy world, the streams were filled with fairy spiritual energy, and there were half-exposed small fairy mineral veins on the ground.

Zu Xiuyun suddenly felt familiar.

"Why does that stone wall look like a collapsed part of Nantianmen?"

"Stream, Bibo Pond?"

"The purple bamboo forest on the cliff should come from in front of Yuelao's mansion, right? But the number is far less than that of the small world."

Zu Xiuyun had seen the resources in the small world when he climbed the fairy mountain along the road.

But wherever they were, there were monsters at the level of true immortals without exception, so they just scanned these heaven and earth spiritual materials at that time.

"Sister, you are here!"

Zu Xiuyun looked at the source of the sound and Sirui Zhai walked through the air.

The two of them had only been apart for more than half an hour, but in fact they were separated by an unknown amount of time, maybe tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes of life.

Sirui Zhai's appearance is completely different, his skin is agar-white jade, his pores have clear light leaking out, and his deep eyes seem to hide the endless universe.

"Okay, okay."

Zu Xiuyun took a deep breath, stretched out her hand and touched the center of her eyebrows, intending to use her words and tricks.

"Sister, it's okay."

Little by little petals fell, and Taoist Da Chu came to Zu Xiuyun's side.

Clang.

Thunder shot into the sky, and sword light flashed on the horizon. Yu Xiao came to the entrance of the small world in an instant, holding a blue-purple white jade sword.

The ground collapsed, and Ruoshui, who chose to impose a self-imposed ban, broke the shackles of the rock and earth with a punch.

There are five human heads whistling in the forest, turning into five Taoist priests with their eyes closed and performing rituals.

Taoist Yezhuo emerged from the clouds, with a pair of yin and yang fish on his chest similar to the Dharma Eyes of the Cave God. He put his hands together and spanned a distance of a hundred miles.

Not long after, the monks came to Zu Xiuyun one after another.

"We will accompany you to the Sanqing Palace to retrieve the Taoist ancestor's remains."

The thirty-six people present have all become Da Luo Jinxian, and their auras collide with each other, causing the small world to show signs of collapse.

Among them, the cultivation level of the Twelve Immortals is even more advanced, almost touching the perfection of Da Luo Jin Immortal.

It can be seen from the small world that they have set foot in every corner of the Immortal Mountain for countless years in order to collect the resources to become immortals.

For the inheritance of Taoism, he has fought with indescribable strange things.

Zu Xiuyun had a thousand words to say, but didn't know how to say them, because his words of "wait for me" caused them to go through countless hardships.

"How long did you stay?"

The clever woman sighed: "Ten thousand years? Twenty thousand years? I have already forgotten the exact year. Anyway, senior sister, you have been with us all the time."

They are in heaven, and the timeline changes every four hundred years. The resources they can collect are endless, and it seems that they only need to immerse themselves in practice.

But the sense of oppression brought about by the drastic changes in the world is suffocating.

After the monks became immortals, they could feel the traces of the Lord of Time all the time, and even heard it from the mouth of the crazy immortal.

Daluo Jinxian, on the other hand, can already watch the Lord of Time intuitively.

If Zu Xiuyun hadn't come on time, they would have been mentally unbalanced and fell into obsession. The improvement of their realm could not dispel the fear at all.

The bunch of crazy immortals in heaven are probably caused by the Lord of Time invisibly.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Surrounded by the monks, Zu Xiuyun left the small world in the ruins.

They released their spiritual power, which immediately attracted the hidden strange things around them, and the faces of the once-familiar immortals became ferocious.

The clever woman turned to Yu Xiao and said, "Fifth Junior Sister, clear away the weird things on the mountainside."

"kindness."

The long sword at Yu Xiao's waist was unsheathed, and brilliant lightning formed a line. In an instant, a thick thundercloud enveloped his head.

"There are eighteen types of thunder tribulations in the world. After searching for thousands of years, we will understand eleven types."

Yu Xiao casually swung his sword and cut off the oncoming monster. The wound was scorched black and there was no trace of life left.

She ducked sideways, and a fairy light hit the spot.

"There are more than seven hundred immortal gods in the Lei Department, and the inheritance of the Taoism is in my hands."

"It's just a monster transformed by a true immortal. Even if you deform it ten times, you still can't block my sword. It's ridiculous."

Yu Xiao was strolling leisurely in the courtyard, and when he drew his sword, minced meat splashed everywhere. The other monks were not surprised when they saw this, and continued to climb up the stairs.

They have killed the same monster in countless timelines.

The monks also encountered dangers, but fortunately they were cautious enough and their numbers were not reduced even if their bodies and souls were severely injured, until everyone became a Daluo Golden Immortal.

As they approached Sanqing Hall, the monks took action alternately in a tacit understanding.

The stairs leading to the Sanqing Hall became littered with corpses, and mountains of bones piled up. It wasn't until everyone left that someone felt like something strange came forward to gnaw on them.

The first half of the journey was a narrow escape, but the second half of the journey was crushing.

When they arrived at Sanqing Hall, only ten days had passed. Blood flowed from the stairs to the corpses, stimulating the sea of ​​corpses to surge.

The Sanqing Hall towers into the clouds, and the incense burner placed at the door is an immortal artifact.

The faint scent of sandalwood lingers.

It seems that not long ago, many Da Luo Jinxian were still listening to the mantra of the Three Dao Ancestors.

The main door of the main hall is ajar. From the holes in the windows, you can notice that there are three thousand-meter-long statues inside, which are none other than the Three Dao Ancestors.

Yuanshi Tianzun, Lingbao Tianzun and Daode Tianzun.

In addition, the hall was covered with thick spider silk, and each spider silk emitted colorful phosphorescence, distorting the air.

"What's in the Sanqing Palace?"

Sirui Zhai said with a solemn expression: "Old Man under the Moon, as a monster at the Daluo Golden Immortal level, he has reached an unprecedented level by stealing the souls of all living beings."

"If it hadn't been for the second great change in heaven and earth, Old Man Yuexia might have become the first monster to be promoted to heaven."

"Are you sure?"

"No, but it is difficult for us to improve our cultivation. Even if we stay in seclusion for thousands of years, there will be no significant improvement."

Seeing that everyone was in trouble, the corpse became a little timid.

It's not that he's afraid of Old Man Yuexia, it's mainly that he's afraid that his ten thousand years of practice will turn into empty talk.

"Let's go."

"No need, you stay where you are."

"Old Yuexia will be dealt with by me alone. After you obtain the Tao Ancestor's remains, wait for a while and another me will naturally come to collect them."

Zu Xiuyun used his words and spells, and the monks found themselves unable to move.

They watched Zu Xiuyun open the Sanqing Palace. A deafening roar suddenly came from inside, and giant spiders stared at them eagerly.

Under the moon, the old man digested the souls of hundreds of millions of mortals, spitting out extremely rich phosphorescence.

The half-empty and half-solid red thread penetrated countless souls, making the souls crackle and crackle like animals on the fire.

Old Man Yuexia used the phosphorescence formed by his soul on the verge of death to practice and try to step into the way of heaven.

Zu Xiuyun stretched out his hand to restrain the old man under the moon. His body began to decay in just a few breaths. There were already spots of corpse on his skin, and he was about to die.

"Cough cough cough."

"Old Man Yuexia, it turns out that you are the last Jiayao of the Lord of Time, and you are also the source of the Nine Nether Immortal Light. The Lord of Time relies on you to collect the billions of souls in the world."

After the Lord of Time devoured Old Man under the Moon, he threw the remains into the new timeline and became the phosphorescent meteorite outside the sky.

"You...banish me...into...the endless void."

Zu Xiuyun's flesh and bones were wiped out into ashes.

In the Sanqing Hall, Old Man Yuexia had disappeared inexplicably. Above the head of the statue of Daozu, there were three cocoons left by Daozu hanging.