King of the Fairy City

Flying and sneaking in the deep sea of ​​thousands of feet, under the pressure of tens of thousands of pounds, Ye Mo got a precious opportunity to practice the Tiankui Tyrant Body Art.

Every time he was exhausted, he would rest in the Eternal Flow. The true essence and magic power in his body became more and more pure, flowing smoothly, and gradually improving.

"Swoosh"

Ye Mo's whole body was like a swift fish, relying on controlling the movement of muscles in his body to achieve high speed. This is a method of practicing the Tiankui Tyrant Body Art.

Under the huge pressure that is everywhere, his body is changing all the time.

Under the skin, the flesh is constantly replacing the old and the new, becoming stronger.

The blood is running around to transmit energy to all parts of the body to support this rapid change. Even the inner body is undergoing strange changes under the strong pressure.

Now Ye Mo's bones have been completely transformed into white jade, and there is a faint crystal from it.

On the fifth day of going to sea, Ye Mo suddenly felt that some unknown changes had occurred in his body. With a thought, he sacrificed the Eternal Flow magic weapon to protect himself.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Ye Mo quickly took out another inch of the cup of snow and swallowed it. With his eyes slightly closed, the fourth stage formula of Tiankui Tyrant Body Art floated in front of Ye Mo.

"The Tyrant Body is the best in the world, with both hardness and softness, and the extreme hardness is softness..."

The power of the medicine exploded in the body, and the infinite firepower roasted the whole body again, and the previous strengthening under the water pressure accelerated rapidly.

Ye Mo's body continued to disintegrate, but it recovered again in a short time. This was the abnormality of the flesh and blood being broken and reborn under the power of the ice and snow.

A purple film adhered to Ye Mo's body, and the color was getting darker.

At the same time, Ye Mo suddenly showed a hint of majesty.

Unlike the thunderous pressure of the Yuanying period strongman, this kind of pressure is more like facing a mountain that stands tall and straight, with a majestic momentum that is as immovable as a mountain.

The former makes people convinced from the heart. The latter was completely crushed by absolute strength.

A mysterious aura suddenly appeared in Ye Mo's body, which was extremely mysterious, and then suddenly exploded and merged into the flesh and blood.

"Ah"

The pressure dissipated instantly and lasted for a whole stick of incense. Ye Mo's whole body was already soaked.

"Huh"

The severe pain faded, and Ye Mo opened his eyes with lingering fear.

"Too strong"

After a lot of tossing, Ye Mo thought in his heart that it was very likely that he would not be injured under the attack of the Nascent Soul Stage. Such a body is equivalent to a magical power.

"Try your strength again"

Ye Mo's figure flashed, and he appeared in the deep sea thousands of feet deep from the Eternal Flow. The deep sea pressure that he had to be careful to deal with before had almost no effect on him at this time, as if it did not exist.

"It's you"

He aimed at a sea monster shark that was leisurely looking for food in the distance.

Ye Mo was thousands of feet away, and he punched casually, and the dark power penetrated his body, creating faint ripples in the water, and blasted towards the sea monster shark.

The sea monster shark seemed to be startled and turned back suddenly.

"It's ineffective if it's too far away?"

Ye Mo just had this thought.

"Bang"

A dull collision sound came, and with a "boom" sound, the huge body of the sea monster shark, which was dozens of feet long, suddenly exploded, and circles of turbid blood spread in all directions.

The rumbling sound gradually spread to the surroundings, and the aftermath of the power was still shaking, shaking some small fish beasts nearby who had no time to dodge into pieces.

Ye Mo opened his mouth wide and looked at the consequences of his punch, and was shocked.

Not long after, dozens of sea monsters came over smelling the blood, but found the terrifying breath left in the original place and left in a hurry.

"At least hundreds of thousands of pounds of strength, such a terrifying power"

The Tiankui Tyrant Body Art surprised Ye Mo again, but thinking about the almost life-threatening pain of advancing, Ye Mo didn't want to try it again.

He waved his hand to summon a lonely boat, and then turned into a wave on the sea, and quickly moved towards the evil cultivator's base camp. After practicing to the fourth stage of Tiankui Tyrant Body Art, the sea pressure of thousands of feet deep has no effect on his practice.

The base camp of evil cultivators, the city of chaos.

The sand and gravel were swept up by the whistling wind and hit the dark red city wall, making a bang bang bang sound. Several monsters that were looking for food at the root of the wall were swept up and slammed into the city wall fiercely, smashed into pieces, blood splashed everywhere, and the city wall became more blood red.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and the breath of mania, tyranny, and resentment condensed together, forming a layer of light gray mist that enveloped the entire city.

A team of evil cultivators walked out of the sandstorm, and several black-robed monks, with their joints creaking, were bone cultivators. The hideous ghosts around them howled, and ghost fire burned in their eyes.

There were also Gu cultivators in the team, and dwarves with giant puppets...

All kinds of strange cultivators defined as evil cultivators by the Immortal City Alliance were not uncommon here. The ghost cultivators entrenched here are extremely powerful.

Ye Mo wore a black robe that covered his entire body, which could suppress his cultivation level, and sneaked into the city. Many people here are used to using black robes to cover their eyes and ears, but his outfit did not attract attention.

"Give me a map"

In a store in the city, Ye Mo said coldly to a peddler with shifty eyes.

"Three thousand spirit stones"

The peddler looked at Ye Mo, rolled his eyelids, and took out a map, as if he didn't want to buy it.

Ye Mo didn't have time to bargain, so he threw down the spirit stones, took the map and turned around and left.

Suddenly, Ye Mo frowned slightly, and at the same time felt a hostile look sweeping over him, which was gone in a flash.

Ye Mo looked around in confusion, showing an expression of not finding anything, and turned away.

Behind him, a strange black insect crawled out of the ground and quickly followed.

In a dark room at the street corner behind Ye Mo, a man sat on the ground, his thin body leaning against the cold wall, his black clothes were extremely loose, and two balls of light flashed in the darkness.

"A cultivator in the early stage of foundation building dared to spend three thousand spirit stones to buy a map. It seems that he is a novice. Such novices are all fat sheep."

A hoarse laugh sounded, and the yin energy was deep.

At this time, Ye Mo was in a tavern in the west of the city, tasting spirit wine, thinking about where to start.

According to the information he collected, the three most powerful sects in the evil cultivation base camp.

These three sects are the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, the Spirit Bone Sect, and the Soul Sect.

The Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, all the people in the sect are ghost cultivators.

In the Linggu Sect, the bone cultivators who can walk outside are basically disciples of the Linggu Sect. Only the Jindan bone cultivators can walk safely under the sun, so bone cultivators usually wear black robes when they go out.

The last sect is the Shenghun Sect, which is also the most mysterious of the three sects. When they are still alive, they will refine their own souls, and then take over the body of the host to parasitize, relying on the blood and flesh essence of the host to cultivate their own spirit. When the host is exhausted of vitality, they will look for the next host.

The Shenghun Sect's methods are the most troublesome. If you are hostile and let the Shenghun Sect's people run away, there will be no peace. Who knows when the people around you will be taken over.

Ye Mo looked at the lively streets outside the tavern.

The City of Chaos is very huge, but there are no rules here. The strong are respected, so people often die. You can see the dead everywhere.

But the pedestrians around didn't even look at it. It is obvious that they are used to such situations and have become numb.

"It is indeed Chaos City."

Ye Mo couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It was completely different from other immortal cities with strict rules and patrols everywhere.

There were many guys in the tavern who were talking loudly, but there was no news that Ye Mo wanted to know.

This Chaos City was at the southernmost end of the entire evil cultivation base camp, and on the map, the Puppet Sect's base was at the westernmost end of the evil cultivation base camp.

In the evil cultivation base camp, you must always be careful, otherwise the Yuanying ancestors may fall.

Thinking of the Yuanying ancestors, Ye Mo found a very strange place. In the tavern for a long time, the masters that everyone talked about were only at the peak of the Golden Core, the real leaders of the three sects, but there was no news about the Yuanying ancestors.

"Let's go to the Puppet Sect first."

After determining the next action, Ye Mo called the shopkeeper over and took out the spirit stone to prepare to pay the bill.

The whole tavern suddenly became silent, and everyone looked at Ye Mo with strange eyes.

"Three hundred souls." The shopkeeper said with a smile.

"What?"

Ye Mo frowned tightly.

"That's right, it's the living souls, kid, you are not new here, the living souls are the hard currency here"

The shopkeeper had a strange smile on his face: "Kid, if you don't have a living soul, it's okay, one living soul is equivalent to 10,000 spirit stones, 300 living souls are 3 million spirit stones, this price is already very favorable."

"Haha, Lao Fang, are you crazy because of lack of money? The Living Soul Sect didn't let you do business like this"

"Kid, hand over the spirit stones obediently, don't you see that Lao Fang is ready to take action? Be careful or your life will be in danger"

"Pah, don't mislead newcomers, this is the industry of the Living Soul Sect, fighting is strictly prohibited, no one dares to take action here, otherwise they will be hunted down by the Living Soul Sect. Kid, don't pay attention to him"

The people who talked a lot around said jokingly.

The shopkeeper still looked at Ye Mo with a smile, and said leisurely: "It doesn't matter if you don't have spiritual stones, just leave all the valuable things on you, I won't mind too little, of course, if you don't want to live, how about your soul?"

"You want my soul?"

Ye Mo smiled lightly.

"Of course, you can also have enough spiritual stones."

The shopkeeper said leisurely.

"It seems that I have to give it to you?"

Ye Mo sighed lightly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

After these two times, Ye Mo understood the rules of this evil cultivation base. There are no rules in the city of chaos. Whoever has the bigger fist has the right to say the rules.

Ye Mo stretched his hand to the storage ring between his fingers.

"Boy, give me three thousand spirit stones, and I'll help you get this done. I'm a big shot here, who dares not give me three thousand faces?"

"I don't want three thousand, two thousand will do."

"Just because you're a two-faced man? Boy, if you believe him, you'll die when you leave this door."

Some of the drinkers around shouted loudly.

The shopkeeper stared greedily at the storage ring in Ye Mo's hand, thinking about how to get it for himself.

Ye Mo hasn't made a move yet.

"Boom"

A flash of light suddenly appeared outside the door, and the shopkeeper's head suddenly exploded, blood and brain matter scattered everywhere.

"Crackling"

A sound of skeleton bones creaking sounded, and appeared outside the door.

Everyone was silent, and the strong man who had been shouting the most before wanted to hide directly under the table.

A black-clothed monk walked into the tavern with the sound, and the man's bright eyes swept around, and then slowly walked to the headless body of the shopkeeper.

"Are you new here?"

The black-clothed monk's hoarse voice sounded.

Ye Mo nodded.

"Very good, after you follow me, you will be my subordinate."

"Why?"

"Because I can kill you at any time."

"Oh?" Ye Mo lowered the brim of his black robe, looked around, and said, "Can people be killed at will in this place?"

"Let's see who is killing people."

The skeleton suddenly shook off his black robe, revealing a skull: "I am a core disciple of the Spirit Bone Sect. I am strong enough. Killing a small manager of a tavern is nothing. The Soul Sect can't do anything to me even if they know."

"I understand."

Ye Mo's mouth curled up again, revealing an extremely pure smile on his face.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Send you to reincarnation"

Before the words fell, a whistling sound followed, and Ye Mo's fist shadow hit the skeleton.

There was silence all around.

It seemed that nothing happened, so everyone remained as they were, pretending not to see it.

Ye Mo, dressed in a black robe, walked out of the tavern in a low-key manner and quickly left among the crowd on the street.

"Swish"

The moment Ye Mo left, the skeleton instantly turned into powder. Then, in the horrified eyes of the crowd, it drifted away with the wind.