King of the Fairy City

The Wandu Sect disappeared for ten thousand years, and no one took care of the medicine field. The spiritual medicine here condensed a lot of medicinal power.

Even if it was only a short inch, the huge medicinal power still made Ye Mo feel so painful that he felt like his whole body was burning, and even his soul seemed to be roasted by the fire.

Whether it was bones or muscles and blood vessels, they were tempered over and over again. The black impurities that had no trace before were found and then directly annihilated in the high temperature. At the same time, Ye Mo's bones slowly became crystal clear like jade, and his bones became more delicate and tight.

Then, with the medicinal power, Ye Mo quickly began to practice the third stage of "Tian Kui Hegemon Body Art" to strengthen his physical strength.

The meridians expanded and tough, and the blood and qi flowed rapidly like boiling sea water. The blood that was originally only hazy and golden was now all covered with gold, and only occasionally could you see the blood red color.

On Ye Mo's body, a layer of invisible light was looming against the skin, and the surface of the skin became more delicate and soft.

Half an hour later, all changes stopped.

Ye Mo opened his eyes. He missed what happened before. The hot but constantly improving feeling was just like the breakthrough on the deserted island in the East China Sea.

"Huh"

He clenched his right fist suddenly, and a whistling sound was heard. He punched out casually, and the wind surged. A barrier appeared on the surface of his fist. That was the situation that would only appear when the speed reached the extreme.

With a muffled sound, the fist wind left a very shallow fist mark on the window of the extremely hard cabin. You know, this cabin can withstand the attack of a Yuanying cultivator.

Ye Mo was astonished. Compared with the previous improvement, it was more than three times, and it was an all-round improvement. Not only strength, but also speed has increased a lot.

"This is only the third stage of Tiankui Hegemon Body Art. If I really practice to the ninth stage, how strong will my body be?"

Ye Mo finally understood why in ancient times, body-refining cultivators also occupied a place.

Although the physical training can't see much power in the early stage, in the first and second stages, any high-level spell can knock it down, but if the current strength of the Tiankui Tyrant Body Art is used, I'm afraid that by the fourth stage, the strength will be comparable to the combat power after the combination of the Starry Sky Art.

One force defeats ten skills. The strength is extremely strong, with a force of one million pounds, even the magical spell can be smashed with one punch.

"It seems that I need to work harder on the Tiankui Tyrant Body Art in the future."

Ye Mo thought to himself that once the spell is ineffective, it may be possible to save his life with a strong body.

Then, he continued to sacrifice the small tower of the Eternal Flow and completely turned it into his own magic weapon.

Based on his understanding of the ancient painting scroll, although he didn't know what material this gray magic weapon was made of, it was unimaginably strong, and nothing could hurt them at all.

The phantom's anger had reached its limit, and even the sword body of the spirit sword had a faint red glow, but it could not enter the cabin.

The phantom was angry now, why didn't he take the opportunity to kill Ye Mo before, and now there are infinite variables.

After a long time, a figure walked out of the cabin step by step.

"Why, are you willing to come out?"

The phantom mocked, but for no reason, he felt insecure.

In his eyes, Ye Mo a few hours ago was just a faster cultivator, even if he burst out the secret method, he could easily kill him.

Although he can still kill Ye Mo now, he always feels that he should run away instead of waiting here.

But... Eternal Flow.

The gray tower in the palm of Ye Mo's hand made the phantom unable to move, greedy.

"It's true that people die for money and birds die for food"

Facing the phantom rushing towards him, Ye Mo's eyes flashed with a trace of mockery, and then he raised his hand, and the Eternal Flow turned into a stream of light and blasted towards the sword spirit.

"Boom"

The black spirit sword and the Eternal Flow blasted together.

"No"

The phantom suddenly trembled violently, the sword body began to break, and a shrill scream sounded.

It had never thought that the hard fight between itself and the gray tower would actually cause a crack on its sword spirit body. It could not resist at all, and its strength dropped sharply.

In an instant, it trembled and wanted to fly away.

However, how could Ye Mo let it escape? Almost immediately, the gray tower turned into a huge one of dozens of feet and suppressed it.

"Boom"

The sword body broke more and more, and the crazy screams gradually faded with the phantom, shrinking back into the spirit sword, and finally dissipated without a trace.

The whole process took less than ten breaths.

"Bang"

The spirit sword that was originally floating in the air fell to the ground.

Ye Mo was surprised, but did not reach out to pick it up.

In the world of immortal cultivation, especially the ancient world of immortal cultivation, there are countless magical powers and secrets. Such a powerful sword spirit may not have no last resort.

"Let you disappear"

For this spirit sword, Ye Mo's heart is full of fear.

A nine-mysterious ice flame left the body, directly covering the broken spirit sword and burning it in mid-air.

"Ah"

The scream mixed with the sound of the sword rang out again.

"I am the eternal sword spirit, immortal and indestructible, you can't kill me, let me go, I am willing to serve you as my master and serve you loyally forever"

The phantom appeared again, threatening and tempting, and soon begged for mercy.

Ye Mo couldn't help but be secretly shocked. The phantom of the sword spirit was not dead yet, and was hiding in the sword. He couldn't help but sweat profusely. If he rashly went to pick up the spirit sword, now...

The dangers of the world of cultivation are indeed everywhere.

Ye Mo's face did not move, and the nine-mysterious ice flames rotated and burned continuously.

In the end, the phantom dissipated unwillingly.

Crack

Under the calcination of the Nine Mysterious Ice Flame, the spirit sword broke into pieces, and then turned into a ball of golden liquid, completely useless.

"It's star gold, no wonder this spirit sword can have spiritual intelligence."

Looking at the ball of metal liquid, Ye Mo thought for a while, put away the Nine Mysterious Ice Flame, stretched out his hand and split the ball of golden liquid into four, completely scattered it, and put it into the storage ring.

Ye Mo was very worried that it would have some other means to revive. The black-clothed man was like this, and so was the phantom. The means of the ancient monks were mysterious.

But this time, even if the phantom still played tricks, these star golds could not be condensed together, and it would never be able to recover, and it would never have a chance to revive.

After doing all this, the moonlit night had already covered the entire Wandu Secret Realm that looked like a ruin.

Ye Mo sat cross-legged at the door of the inheritance hall.

If the light outside the hall was not broken, he could not get in. It was better to wait for Gao Jian and Lin Wei to come out and discuss the way out.

The situation of the Ye family fleet outside could not be rushed. Fortunately, Lord Mo's cultivation was not high, and the fleet should be able to handle it.

Ye Mo took out the Eternal Flow again and studied it carefully.

There were five layers of restrictions in the entire Eternal Flow Tower. As the master of the weapon, Ye Mo easily passed through the restrictions and then found the core of the Eternal Flow.

A little divine consciousness remained in the core.

The Eternal Flow, which was originally in Ye Mo's palm, spun slowly, slowly entered the Nigong Pill between Ye Mo's eyebrows, and finally settled on the golden pill.

Ye Mo's divine consciousness followed and entered the Nigong Pill, looking at the current situation of the Nigong Pill.

At the top was the three-story small tower of the Eternal Flow, which was simple and profound.

In the middle, the golden pill kept spinning, with five exquisite and complex dan patterns, and the surrounding Yuanshen Yuanqi was hazy.

Further down, the Eight-Series Sword Pill swallowed and spit out the true essence, growing every moment.

At this time, the Eternal Flow suddenly shook, and then the gray mist converged, and the small tower emitted a sky-high brilliance.

Inside the tower, there was a spiritual soil as lively as water, flowing slowly in the void space, swirling and turning, extremely gorgeous.

Time and space shook for a while, and Ye Mo suddenly appeared, standing on the spiritual soil.

After just admiring it for a while, Ye Mo flashed into the second level of the Eternal Flow.

It was also gray everywhere, and the spiritual energy in the space of hundreds of feet was almost liquefied. Just breathing, Ye Mo felt that the true essence in his dantian was extremely active. It was absolutely comfortable to practice here.

The flow rate of time here can be adjusted, which is similar to the ancient painting scroll.

After a quick look, Ye Mo's mind moved and arrived at the place he really wanted to go this time when he entered the Eternal Flow.

The third level of the Eternal Flow.

Compared with the gray space of the first and second levels, the third level is extremely bright.

The internal space of the third level is much larger, which is used to upgrade low-grade spiritual stones to top-grade spiritual stones.

There are small grooves for placing spiritual stones all around.

Ye Mo waved his hand, and then the low-grade spiritual stones were accurately stuck in the recessed nests.

In the center of the space, around a green altar, there are ninety-nine and eighty-one similar grooves, but much larger.

Ye Mo walked by, his hands did not stop, and one by one, the best spirit stones were placed.

Then, the brilliant light enveloped the entire space, and countless inferior spirit stones in the depressions turned into powder, and the spiritual energy condensed together, bursting with more dazzling light, turned into stars and fell into the best spirit stones.

With a light tap of the toes, Ye Mo flew up and landed in the center of the best spirit stones.

His spiritual sense swept over, and each best spirit stone was full of spiritual light.

If before, tens of thousands of inferior spirit stones could cover a top spirit stone, Ye Mo would be happy, but at this time, Ye Mo just smiled.

After changing a batch of top spirit stones, he returned to the altar again, and began to make hand gestures. The true essence and magic power in the dantian swarmed out like a dam bursting, and the spiritual sense filled the surroundings with inferior spirit stones again, and the pure spiritual energy reappeared.

This was done three times in a row, and when even the spiritual sense was about to be exhausted, Ye Mo finally completed the spell.

The mysterious and ancient aura slowly appeared, and continued to gather, and then suddenly burst out. After a short breath, the pure spiritual energy mixed with a trace of milky white aura suddenly filled the entire Eternal Flow.

"Boom"

In the Nigong Pill, the small tower vibrated and released a thousand-foot brilliance.

The golden elixir spun wildly, and the eight-series sword pills buzzed together, competing for the overflowing milky white aura.

"Is this immortal energy?"

Ye Mo was shocked.

Even the most concentrated spiritual energy could not reach this level. I am afraid that only the legendary immortal energy can be so concentrated.

Even if it is just a trace, it is incredible.

The whole small tower is too heaven-defying.

In this case, as long as the spiritual energy is endless, a very small amount of immortal energy can be born here.

The outside world, with Ye Mo entering the Eternal Flow as the center, is like a black hole. The spiritual energy around it rolled and was sucked out in a short time.

After a full half an hour, the spiritual energy storm stopped.

At this time, in the Ten Thousand Poisons Secret Realm, except for the main hall and the cabin, there was no intact thing. The spiritual trees were withered, and the surroundings were all yellow and dilapidated. Even if the Ten Thousand Poisons Ancestor was resurrected, it would be hard to imagine that this was the Ten Thousand Poisons Secret Realm.

Ye Mo stood in the void, with an ancient aura on his body.

Most of the immortal energy he released this time was retained in his body and integrated into his true essence, blood, flesh and meridians.