The founder of all religions

Unable to be moved by the eight winds, I sit upright on a purple golden lotus.

At this moment, Li Mo was sitting quietly by the campfire, letting the sword-like wolf claws attack his head. He...he didn't even move at all.

This scene is so weird, yet so shocking.

Xiao Luyao's eyes widened and she was stunned on the spot, she couldn't believe it.

Amid the terrifying evil aura, Lang Yejun revealed his true body. He was hanging upside down, his long tail sweeping across. The wild wolf's strange pupils suddenly shrank, and it was really difficult to digest the facts before him.

His pair of sharp claws have been sharpened for thousands of times and have even been enlightened by the ghost lady of Yinshan Mountain. They are comparable to human rune weapons.

Over the years, Lang Yejun has broken open the chests of countless demon hunters with these claws.

A few days ago, even that ruthless woman named Yan Zixia bit him with a claw, causing blood to flow out and her skin torn open.

But...the young man in front of me actually used his head...

"Aren't you tired!?"

Li Mo's voice slowly sounded in the ruined temple.

At this moment, Lang Yejun had just recovered from the shock. His eyes suddenly shrank, and as soon as he thought, a hand came out and grabbed his wrist.

"you……"

Buzz…

Li Mo's palm shook slightly, and terrifying strange power surged in like an overwhelming force.

Lang Yejun is like a boat without ties to the river and sea, letting it drift.

In an instant, blood splattered and infected the ground of the ruined temple.

Lang Yejun was like a kite with broken strings, flying out suddenly and hitting the altar heavily.

In the smoke and dust, a fierce demonic aura suddenly rushed out, and Lang Yejun staggered out, dragging out a trace of blood.

When he turned around, he found that his right arm had long been separated from his body.

"Weak body..."

Li Mo held an arm in his hand, and the demonic aura gradually turned into a wolf's leg.

"This... this human being..."

Lang Yejun's eyes trembled, and huge waves suddenly arose in his heart.

At this time, he still couldn't see that the young man in front of him was a master, and he was the most terrifying existence in this ruined temple.

Sitting still in the cross-legged position, she resisted his sharp claws with her head, and even just swung lightly to tear his arm apart.

In the sudden burst of lightning, he didn't even feel any pain.

Such speed.

Such power.

…

Not to mention it was a monster, even Xiao Luyao felt numb when looking at it.

"escape!"

There was only one thought in Lang Yejun's mind. He knew that the young man in front of him was extremely terrifying, and he had no chance of winning in front of him.

"Ouch..."

There was a loud roar, and the terrifying evil energy rushed out of Lang Yejun's body, turning him into an afterimage and running directly out of the ruined temple.

At this moment, he knew that the only way to survive was to escape desperately.

"Just bury it here."

Li Mo waved his hand, and a ball of fire burst out from the bonfire, like a meteor from the sky, piercing the sky, catching up with Lang Yejun with lightning speed, and piercing his body.

In an instant, Lang Yejun let out the last "oow" sound in a demon life. He never dreamed that he would be killed at the door of his home, and he would be so domineering and cruel, leaving no room for mercy.

The flames soaring into the sky swallowed up Lang Yejun's body in an instant, and the flames rolled, turning demons and exterminating evil spirits.

"Dead...dead..."

Xiao Luyao looked at the wolf demon in the distance, showing its true form in the wilderness, and couldn't believe what she was seeing.

She turned her head blankly and looked at Li Mo with an extremely strange expression, as if she had gotten to know the junior brother in front of her again.

"You... you are not at the sixth level of the inner breath realm!?" Xiao Luyao cried out.

At Li Mo's age, he was hiding deep in a place like a secluded prison, at the sixth level of the inner breath realm... This was Xiao Luyao's extremely bold speculation.

But at this time, she realized that she was still a little more conservative and underestimated this secretive junior brother.

Sitting upright on a purple golden lotus, he slayed demons and ghosts with a snap of his fingers... He still killed a seven-furnace demon and ghost, so lightly and without any trace.

Even Xiao Luyao, who possesses the seventh-level cultivation of the Inner Breath Realm, cannot do this kind of thing.

"Could it be that...you...you are at the eighth level of the Inner Breath Realm!?"

As soon as Xiao Luyao said these words, she was startled by herself.

An eighth-level master of the Inner Breath Realm at such an age! ? He came from the Mountain Ghost Institute, but he still stayed in the secluded prison and became a jailer! ?

This...this is so crazy.

"It is said that Qi Yu is our number one genius in Luofu Mountain. He is astonishingly talented and can rival the Black Sword..." Xiao Luyao thought to herself, "I'm afraid this is the one..."

At this moment, a strange light appeared in Xiao Luyao's eyes, and her nervous hands clenched tighter.

She knew that her opportunity had finally come, and luckily, it was right in front of her.

With such talent and strength, there is almost no suspense in passing the Xuantian Pavilion's assessment. If you hold such a thigh, you are probably only half a step away from reaching the sky in one step.

"Junior brother..." Xiao Luyao felt complicated.

She was very glad that she returned to Luofu Mountain at this time and found him in the prison. She even found out the secret of the [Demon-Conquering Treasure Seal] from Xiao Chaoyuan through some strange combination of circumstances.

All this seems to be destined.

"Senior Sister Xiao, it's almost dawn... let's go." Li Mo stood up and said while looking at the white fish belly in the east.

"Well, it's all up to you."

Xiao Luyao nodded obediently, and no longer had the posture of the previous senior sister.

Now she finally understood why Li Mo dared to come to Yinshan alone. He was really brave for a skilled man.

If she had Li Mo's talent and strength, she would be much more arrogant than him.

"Let's go."

Li Mo looked at the hazy Yinshan Mountain in the distance. Now, he just wanted to find Yan Zixia as soon as possible.

Ever since he learned the truth about the Demon-Conquering Treasure Seal, his heart could not be at peace for a moment. This mysterious skill was too dangerous, and he could not leave Yan Zixia alone.

The morning light has not yet appeared, and the moon has not completely disappeared.

Xiao Luyao followed Li Mo and walked towards Yinshan.

After a long time, the master and disciple came out from behind the statue.

The demons and ghosts have been eliminated, and the eight thousand Taoists straightened their backs again.

"Master, why don't you take action?" Ye Kongming said a little dejectedly.

"My master is practicing a magical skill, and it has reached a critical moment. Naturally, we cannot take action casually." Eight Thousand Taoist Master said enigmatically.

"Master, will you really teach me this magical skill after you master it?" Ye Kongming couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, as long as you serve me well." Eight Thousand Taoists nodded.

"That person just now was so powerful... He was actually a master at the eighth level of the Inner Breath Realm." Ye Kongming recalled what he had just done and couldn't help but sigh.

Hearing this, the eight thousand Taoists turned around and looked in the direction where Li Mo was leaving, their turbid eyes slightly condensed.

"How can he be at the eighth level of the Inner Breath Realm..."

"Ninth realm, three inches of spiritual root!!"

A long sigh slowly sounded in the ruined temple, and finally disappeared as the mottled night gradually faded.

Thanks to Alston—king for the reward! Two updates first, there will be more tonight!